Title: Watashi Dai-ichi no shû dorei ai

Author: Shinigami Liliz Black

Statue: Betaed by thrnbrooke

Notes: To clear something off, Harry doesn't have his scar, and you'll know why soon! Whoa! So many reviews! Thanks to all those wonderful review from chapter three!

Miss Lesley: Thanks for your idea of Pansy. Unfortunately Hermione will have another post in this story. In later chapters we will know about Lucius's sex life. After January 13, I won't be able to update everyday, like I'm use to do.

Kairi099: I'm glad to hear that the less medieval talk makes it better. What held be back writing was that but hey, I'll come back soon with some Medieval talk. That's the reason I began writing this story.

Foreverpotter: Don't worry mate, I will finish it! Just give me some time to write the next following chapters.

Raffyne: wink, wink Yes, it is sexy!

Mimi: Nope I hadn't

Glyph: shrugs I dunno. I got a Japanese dictionary weeks ago and I'm been going crazy about it. Besides ideas seems to change. wink

Angels Whisper: Thank you! grins

Anwamane: raises eyebrow at her

Chapter dedicated to Miss Lesley, for giving me this wonderful idea of Pansy!

Chapter Four: The Real Draco Malfoy

"Who raped you Harry?" he asked once again falling onto his knees. Harry shook his head as tears rolled down his cheeks like waterfalls.

"Tell me who raped you Harry!" he yelled shaking the slave's shoulder. Harry sobbed harder.

"I don't know," Harry whispered.

"Didn't you see its face?" Draco asked desperately.

"It hurts!" Harry whispered between sobbing and buried his face in his hands.

Draco suddenly felt anger towards whoever dared to touch his Harry in such a barbaric way. He placed his arms around the sobbing figure and hugged him tight as Harry broke down crying, trembling in the process.

He picked him up from the floor and noticed Harry's green orbs widen. "Don't worry slave, I won't hurt you."

He slowly placed Harry onto the gray satin covers and took his wand out. With a flick Harry's bloody and ragged clothes vanished. Harry felt totally naked under the stares of Draco as he once again flicked his wand and the blood vanished from Harry's tanned skin but the pain was still in his flesh.

Draco tugged the covers around Harry and whispered, "Can you recall seeing something, or even hearing something?"

"It was both a man and a woman," Harry replied curling into a fetal position, wincing in the process, "They were talking about payment and jealousy."

Draco's eyes darkened. He knows now who did this. "Will it be okay if I leave you alone for a moment dear Harry?"

Harry trembled under the covers and whimpered. "I'll activate the wards; with them on nobody can step inside but me."

Draco stormed down the street as he put his black cloak on. He growled at every person who looked at him as he passed. Taking his wand out, he kicked the bar's doors open and slammed his foot hard onto the polished and fine wooden floor.

He fumed as he made his way through the place and kicked another door opened as he climbed down the stairs. "RANDY!" He yelled.

"Young Malfoy-"

"Where is she?" he asked growling.

"I beg your pardon?" Draco rolled his eyes and pushed Randy away. He was about to enter the slave's dungeons when a force on his hand stopped him. Of course, no wands were allowed down in the dungeons.

Furiously, he let go of his wand and entered the slaves' dungeons. "Draco!" A Feminine voice squealed around the room.

"Are you going to rent me?" Before she could reach him, he slapped her hard across the face. Red marks were visible on the woman's check as he pushed her against the wall.

"You fucking whore!" he yelled strangling her, "You fucking sent someone, didn't you?"

Suddenly Young Malfoy felt someone make contact with his jaw. For a slip second Draco saw stars as he supported himself against the wall and looked at the attacker. The attacker was taking the woman in his hands checking to see if she was okay.

"You fucking sent him! You bitch!" Malfoy yelled, "I'll kill you for it Pansy!"

Draco did not hesitate to jump at his attacker and began to beat the shit out of him. He punched and he kicked not bothering of how sore his knuckles were getting. The adrenaline in his blood was pumping so hard that he couldn't take control of his own actions.

Suddenly he felt himself being yanked away from the man who raped Harry. "I respect you Mr. Malfoy, but I will but tolerate you to kill my slaves."

"I want to see some punishment!" Draco roared as the guards let go of him, "I want to see some punishment with those two! And if you don't I'll make sure you're kick out of this realm!"

"And let go of me!" he growled at the guard who tried to grab him, "Remember Randy!" he shouted leaving the dungeons.

When Young Malfoy was out of sight Randy turned to look at Pansy and Rohan, totally red from anger. "You have embarrassed me in front of Old Lucius' powerful heir. Take them away!"

Pansy's eyes widen for the first time in her life. "Please Randy! Not that!"

"You're a whore. Why complain when you'll like it?" he said coldly and left the dungeons.

"RANDY!"

Draco Malfoy walked back to his flat, at two in the morning after his outburst at Randy's place. He breathed heavily as he placed his hands in his pockets thinking about all that he had done.

He actually beat the shit out of that man. He was glad by it. Nobody touches his Harry. It was his job to take his virginity away, but not in this horrible way. Damn Pansy! If they had let him he would have ripped the woman's organs out and fed her to a hungry snarling dragon.

He clucked. His name means dragon. What a coincidence! At least he took revenge on what they did to Harry. He was about to open the door when he realized the situation he had gotten himself in.

Harry was his slave; a sex slave and he had gotten angry and had taken it upon himself to seek revenge against the man who raped Harry. Almost to the point of killing him.

He fought for Harry. He showed he cared for Harry. Did he?

He covered his mouth. "Am I in love with a slave?"

Harry slowly opened his eyes and waited for his vision to clear. Then he remembered he didn't have his glasses on. Reaching over to the night table he picked them up and put them on, blinking his eyes. The bed was empty besides him and the room was awfully quiet. He looked at the clock on the wall. Noon had fallen upon the realm. How lazy of him. He noticed fresh spare clothes at the armchair; Draco must have put them there. Draco? Where was Draco?

He put the clothes on and exited the room to only find Young Malfoy sleeping on the couch. It was a funny scene to be honest. Draco lying there, legs sprawled, one hand behind his neck and the other on his strong stomach. "So Draco slept on the couch? His Master slept on the couch, but why?"

"Because people who are raped don't like to have the presence of another human near them," Draco whispered, his eyes still closed.

"I didn't think that out loud, did I?" Draco opened one of his cold gray eyes and grinned.

"Since when do you know me as Draco?" Harry blushed but didn't answer.

Draco clucked. "I believe the soreness still twinges," he said standing up and walking behind the kitchen counter and looking through the cabinets. Harry nodded.

Draco took two vials out, one with a bluish liquid and the other was bloody red. He mixed them and handed it down to Harry. "Here, it'll help you to ease the pain and erase those memories."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I rent slaves Harry but I'm not a heartless bastard either. Believe me; being raped isn't pleasant especially loosing your virginity in such horrible way." For a split second Draco's eyes sadden, remembering memories of his past.

"Better drink that," he said shortly as he crossed the living room. Harry gulped the container in one shot and dropped the vial as he held his stomach. His face twisted in disgust, looking at Draco.

"I forgot it tastes horrible." Harry ran into the living room's bathroom and threw up.

Minutes later Harry whipped his mouth clean as a voice called outside the bathroom.

"DRACO!"

Harry exited the bathroom to find the most elegant wizard standing in the room. His hair was longer than Draco's, his face was pale and his piercing cold gray eyes glued Harry to the spot. He wore black silky elegant robes and in his hand was a long cane with a hissing snake at the end.

He walked towards Harry and examined Harry face with his cane. "You look familiar, have we met before?"

"I'm afraid not." Suddenly someone slapped the cane away from his face and growled.

"He is my slave, father, not yours."

Lucius growled back. "Dress up, I expect you to present yourself again to the Dark Lord. He have special news for you."

"Don't you ever get tired of seeing Voldemort's face everyday?"

"This is important!" he said following his son towards his room.

"You always say the same thing." Draco took a black cloak out from his wardrobe and threw it at Harry.

"What are you doing?" his father asked.

"I'm taking my slave with me." Harry blushed at Lucius' penetrating stare.

"You'll have to get rid of him!"

"Not today," he snarled at his father.

Harry found himself standing outside the Dark Lord's house waiting for his Master to come out. Things had turned into something he really hadn't expected. Sure he didn't remember his past and when he was caught by Randy; he put up a lot of fight but what troubled him most was that he was willing to lose his virginity to Master Malfoy.

Weird as it sounded it was true like the bones inside his flesh, Harry had been falling for the young blonde. When he first saw those gray eyes his knees weakened and his hands were longing to curl his fingers in the long white blonde locks but a voice told him not to act pathetic in front of a fine ambitious man.

The reason why he had put up such a fight against Malfoy for the first time was his vulnerability. He'd have taken care of him if Malfoy had known he had lost his memory. A fine young man like him, alone, with no memory whatsoever of his past life. Another was that he was, by all he knew, straight.

Everything was going well until he slipped his strength in one blow that caught Malfoy's temper. He was glaring and throwing daggers at him until Malfoy took the pleasure of giving him a blowjob and what surprised him was that he actually enjoyed being touch by Malfoy. Damn the traitorous nature of his body.

After thinking all over what had happened and having a glimpse of Draco's sexy body making him feel somehow attracted to the blonde guy. He realized how much he blushes at Malfoy's words and when Draco's breathe warms his skin. Slowly, as he put the pieces together, he realized a faint crush growing for the young Master.

He really didn't understand it at first. How can he fall in love with someone he met a day ago? Malfoy has charming looks but he doubted Malfoy spelled him. But then again there is love at first sight...

He shook his head, trying to shake those uncomfortable thoughts away. Malfoy was just his Master and he was a slave for pleasurable sex. Everything was just sex, nothing more. But, Malfoy worried for him when he was raped. Could that mean Malfoy cared for him secretly?

"I will not lose my youth that easily!" he heard Draco yell as he stormed down the corridor.

"You must-"Lucius tried to say.

"Don't order me! It's my life!"

"She's a fine woman," Harry heard someone say. Probably it was Lord Voldemort.

Draco kicked the doors open and grabbed Harry by the forearm. "Come on Harry, reunion is over."

"You can't live your entire life renting slaves!"

Draco stuck his middle finger out and Lucius roared angrily.

"Stop it Lucius," Voldemort said, "There is something interesting running around. Perhaps Draco is in love?"

"Love?" Lucius asked confused as Lord Voldemort looked at Draco and the slave's retreating back.

Harry sat beside his Master on the bed looking at the stern and arrogant face. What Malfoy was told there that made him so angry?

'I will not lose my youth that easily!'

His words echoed in his mind confused by Draco's outburst against The Dark Lord and his father.

'Don't order me! It's my life!'

"Master?"

"I won't do it."

"What?" Harry asked.

"I won't let them do it."

"What's happening?"

"They want me to marry the heir of the Raven kingdom," Draco said throwing daggers at the door as if it was Lucius.

That hit Harry hard, deep in his heart. 'Why am I feeling this way? He's only my Master and it was expected that he would marry someone else soon,' he thought.

But there was a twisted pain in his heart. He was going to marry someone. His Draco. His? Since when he was Draco his?

"Harry?" Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the cold steely eyes. Draco placed his arms around Harry's neck and hugged him tight. He rested his chin on Harry's shoulder and lowered them both onto the bed.

"Draco?" Harry called actually liking how the words rolled out of his mouth. His master did not growl instead he gripped his hands around him.

"Let me stay this way. Just to feel..." he trailed off. Harry smiled weakly and rubbed Draco's back.

But he did not notice silent tears rolling down Draco's eyes, soaking the gray satin covers...

TBC...

Notes: Yeah! I explained why Harry is being nice and obedient to Draco. Things are lashing out! Yes, the potion Draco gave Harry made him forget the memories and the pain of being raped. Of course Harry still remembers he was raped but he doesn't remember how he was raped. Next chapter, Voldemort presents the heir of Ravenclaw to Draco and he still refuses to marry and get rid of Harry. This woman talks with Harry and Draco and realizes his 'secret' for the slave.

Future clues for the readers: Lucius growled back at Draco when he told him he's my slave not yours, it means Lucius did the same thing but stopped after getting into trouble with a certain boy. wink, wink

Hint: Voldemort knows who Harry is!