Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I am not making any money off of this. Don't sue, I'm poor. I also haven't read book five or six and don't care that I haven't!
A.U. and Mpreg d-DM/s-HP. Guess what the extra d and s stand for.
Author note: I've never written a story this long so I'm taking my time with it. Sorry if it bugs you but so far this is the best I can do. Also I know there are errors, I'll find them later and maybe I'll fix them. Read at your own risk.
"Win At Any Cost"
By GreyPenInk
Part 6
And with that they were off…to a very bad start. Harry was flustered, his feet could hardly touch the floor and Draco was holding him so tight to his bare chest that he got his legs tangled with Draco's which caused them both to fall. Luckily they met the carpet gently, again due to the contract.
Harry shot the blonde next to him a glare. "You were doing it! You said that you wouldn't be like him then you go around and force me into dancing."
The older boy's face stayed neutral. "I was not 'doing it' as you put. Look I was not hitting you, threatening you, manipulating you or using you; what more do you want?"
"Don't boss me around! Don't force something on me! I'm sure we can work something out. "
Draco paused. 'Crap he sincerely is going to be such a pill! What to do? What to do? Oh maybe if I pull on his sympathy, his heart strings. "Fine but do not get so upset. I am trying but when I look at you I still see Harry Potter, Gryffindork. So give me time to see you as my wife and allow me to make some mistakes because I really am trying!" Draco watched his wife buy it hook, line and sinker.
"Draco…" he started but didn't know what else to say.
'Go for the guilt now!' he thought. "It doesn't make it any easier to try to be a good husband when you are so violent and angry with me!"
"...Sigh…but why must it be dancing, I hate dancing and I can't do it and you're one piece away from being starkers!"
"What is wrong with the way I'm dress? It's better than that huge night gown you have on."
"Hey I didn't pick this, I just woke up in it last night! And it's not like I wouldn't change if I had some other clothes."
"There are perfectly good clothes in the closet," he pointed to a door beside the bed that Harry had not yet noticed, "why did you not put those on?"
"My clothes are in there?"
"I said perfectly good clothes not used rags."
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Do you really want me to answer?"
Harry huffed but let it go. Deciding he didn't like the floor any more he got up or at least tried to. With them still so close to the bed the brunet held on to it to pull himself up.
The blonde looked at his prideful wife. Silently he just shook his head, and then with a small wave of his hand Harry was half tossed half placed on the bed, proper nightclothes on his lap. Another wave and his own silk robe came to him from his room, which he promptly put on.
"What are you waiting for? Did you not say that you wanted to change?"
"I'm waiting for you to turn around!" Harry flushed.
"What for, I will see it soon enough Dearest." He said as a smirk made it's way to his face.
"Not if I have any say in it Darling! So just turn around and don't look!"
Slowly the taller male turned yet he was so tempted not to. Not because he actually was interested in seeing his wife, but just to tick him off. If he wanted to see a naked person he would just go look at the life size nudes many of his beautiful lovers had sent to him. Honestly the only reason why he complied was because he knew it would be better for himself in the long run.
"You can turn around again and, um, thanks."
Grey, dispassionate eyes studied the Boy-Who-Lived. He made a mental note that his spouse looked acceptable in red. "Will you try dancing now?"
The younger boy frowned but answered; "Can I try standing and taking a few steps before the dancing? Heck if I get it, we won't even need to dance."
"Yes, do keep on believing that."
Standing proved to be harder then the darker skinned boy had thought it would be. By the seventh time Harry had fallen back on the bed Draco grew annoyed, marched over to him, just put his hands in Harry's armpits and half held him from there.
Immediately he shrieked; "AH! What are you doing? Don't tickle me!"
The blonde calmly drawled back; "Get it right and do not tempt me. Now try your walking and standing."
With the added help the brunet soon mastered standing and was walking fairly well without Draco holding him up. "Good, now it is time for dancing."
"But look, I'm walking fine! I don't need dancing lessons.
"Harry, you are a Malfoy now, fine is not nearly good enough."
"But-"
The pale male growled and Harry fell limp against him. "Do try to pay attention."
That was the only warning the shorter boy got before he was dragged like a giant doll around the room. When control of his limbs returned to him he just went with the dancing, Draco correcting him here and there. When they were done Harry walking more gracefully then ever before and Draco was even more thankful for the contract's protection of his feet!
Identical yawns crept out of them as they collapsed on the bed. It was now twelve past six in the morning and they were sleepy once again. Neither of them turned out to be a morning person. Harry was just falling asleep when a question woke him.
"Why have you not yet used the orange lube? It is not as if we have unlimited time."
Instantly wide-awake, the petite brunet shimmied over to the other side of the bed, far from the blonde.
"Never mind that! I can walk you can leave! Bye!"
"…" Draco looked at the tanned boy, checking to see if he was serious. "You do know you will only harm yourself more by not preparing for our coupling."
"Shut up! Sheesh, must you talk like that!" He sighed. "Oh and I'm not sure if they'll be any shagging. I mean, I've never heard of this demonic lust! I bet you're just making it up!"
"Do you really?"
'There can't be such things as demonic lust. Hermione been through all the books at Hogwarts and Flourish and Blotts; she would have told me about it.' He thought. "Yes."
"I'll take that bet. Should there be such a thing as demonic lust and proof of it, I will win the bet and believe me I will gloat among other things. If there is no truth or evidence of such, you will win and you would not have to lay a finger on that bottle. Deal?"
"So if I'm right, will you still have to help me get back at Voldemort?" he asked nervously.
"Of course." A wicked grin threatened to surface but he viciously forced it down.
"I agree then." 'This is great! Now I don't have to sleep with him and he still has to help me.'
'Stupid Gryffindor! Splendid, my child will be half idiot!' he thought. "Then it's done deal then."
"Alright, leave and go get me proof. Bye now!"
"Ah not so fast, Dearest." With a wave of his hand, twelve thick books floated in from the Malfoy heir's room. The heavy tombs landed on the foot of Harry's bed. "Here is your proof of demonic lusts existence."
The smaller male's jaw dropped. "But Hermione's been through every book!"
"Granger? Yes she has read many publicly available books yet there are far more volumes that stay in the libraries of those of pure blood lines."
Harry was silent before: "You tricked me! You knew already!"
"I did no such thing. Besides, you are not a first year, you should know better than to make a bet that is not a sure win."
Harry just glared.
Casually the pale male picked up an aged green book, flipped around a bit, until he found the pages he was looking for. Grey, dispassionate eyes gazed into emerald ones, assessing and judging. "All those other books will tell you about demonic lust, some with journal entries but this one will show you it, in all it's gory detail." He spoke as he pointed to the two page black symbol.
"Show it to me? What do you mean?"
"It is a bit difficult to explain, it all has to do with that symbol. Besides I would not recommend it. It is just here to fulfill the deal. Breakfast is at eight; I will come for you at seven thirty. For now I bid you good bye." With that he left, closing the doors behind him.
The ex-Gryffindor stared at the symbol; it had something near white, neatly placed on it. 'It's a hair! It's a Malfoy hair! But why would it be in the book?' He turned to the previous page. It was just short instructions on how to use the symbol. 'So I just put my hair or some one else's hair, say show me and it will do something. Hmm. If this is Draco's then he survived it. He didn't seem hurt.' His curiosity grew. 'I could read all those books or just this one. Hmm.'
Without another thought he pulled a hair, flipped the page and said the words. Instantly he was sucked into the book, which felt a lot like being flued through chimneys. And just like when he flued he landed with a thud! Thankfully he fell on to a very cushy black bed.
'Black bed!' Looking around he saw that that the room was completely different. There were no windows, high ebony bare walls and no other furniture in the gloomy room. The only light came from the few hanging lights. 'Oh this was a bad, awful idea!' Not a nanosecond after that thought, a blast of lust shot into every part of him. This strange lust crawled into his teeth and he felt his canines lengthen. Into his nose and brought out every smell in the room. His eyes glowed and ears pointed but what was the worst was his skin. He felt so hot and so much, like his flesh was hypersensitive. He just couldn't handle it! He needed to get out of his clothes! He never noticed that he was in orange pjs or that sharp claws ripped the thin fabric apart.
Suddenly his nose caught something, something extremely awful. It was a foul stench, strong and getting stronger! He was deeply repulsed, yet strangely enough he wasn't nauseated. In fact if he was anything he was beginning to get scared from the smell. Words, strange words were on the tip of his tongue in describing that reeking odor. Words like violence, cruel, vindictive, vicious and evil. Just as the rank scent threaten to overwhelm his sensitive nostrils another fume made its presences known. This one brought with it a startling realization for it was the essence of human male musk.
'I'm in deep crap!'
It was his ears that then picked up the steady footsteps coming closer and growing in volume. The Gryffindor froze, not making the tiniest of sounds. The steps and a heavy panting breath that joined them stopped right on the other side of the black wall. Wide eyes quickly scanned the room again but there was no door to be seen. Whoever it was would not be joining him. He relief washed over him and he let out a sigh.
The air was not even halfway out of him when a hidden door was ripped open.
He would have jumped if he had not immediately recognized who it was.
'DRACO! YOU GREAT ARSE WIPE! YOU PIECE OF DUNG! YOU HAD ME FREAKED!' He thought. The little black haired male glared and was about to insult him and his ugly teal robe when he noticed something was off with the blonde.
There was a look of absolute sadistic glee on his normally neutral face. Sharp teeth showed in his smirk. Usually dispassionate eyes now watched the Boy-Who-Lived with what could only be called bloodlust. Also there seemed to a dark mist around him, like an evil aura.
Harry really knew something was wrong with the blonde when he threw his head back and laughed. Well if it could be called a laugh. It sounded more like a yelled vow of brutality and carnage to him. As quickly as it started it stopped.
"Why William, you look surprised to see me." The words were more purred then said.
Harry jerked back, further away from the blonde; not because he got called William, not because the other male just purred instead of drawled. It was because that voice far too deep to be Draco's.
"I must say, Will, for all that time you spent refusing me, you've certainly made it easy on me now. I never did like those oranges pajamas." Purred the blonde again, though this time more sensually then before.
The tanned boy, who normally would have flushed, just paled a ghostly white and quickly covered himself with the black sheets. 'That's not Draco. That's not Draco! That's NOT Draco!' His mind screamed and screamed louder still when the putrid, lusty smell and the menacing mist around the man both grew darker and stronger. 'It's coming from him! He's some sort of monster!'
"Now don't cover that! I was enjoying the view Will." Exclaimed the stranger.
Harry pulled the more of the sheets on him, which got him a glare from the Draco look-a-like.
The glare vanished and the smirk was back. "Did you really think that I, Warren Buckfields, wouldn't find you?" With that he began his prowl to the bed. "You dolt. You smell of freshly used cunt and fear! I could hunt you down and find you anywhere in the world."
As he got closer Harry tried to move away but he couldn't move. Every time he tried it felt like his limbs weren't his to command, similar to when a limb goes numb.
Reaching the bed, Warren let his eyes visibly rake over Harry.
At this the brunet's head dropped and stayed down, despite his tries to raise it again. 'Again it was like I'm not in full control over my body.' As if to confirm this thought, his lip parted on there own and a voice that was not his fell out. This voice pleaded; "Warren, please don't do this! Please!"
Quick as lightning a clawed hand grabbed the side of his head. Sharp nails sank into skin hitting the bone of his skull, as his head was pull up to face the blonde. Grey eyes met green. "You will not shy away from me any more William. You've only your self to blame. If you had let me have you before it was too late this wouldn't have been possible, but don't worry it's only a weak and a half. You'll survive it and you'll be surprised what you can live through." Again started to laugh.
Harry tried to suppress the shiver yet he couldn't, then a thought occurred to him. 'You're not Draco. If you're not Draco then there's no contract stopping me from attacking you. Or here to making me want you!' The Gryffindor Heir pulled all his might in trying to push Warren away. He let go of all his considerable control on his power and sent it flying at the other. Yet nothing happen! 'What the fuck!' Completely stunned he just sat and waited for the laughing to stop.
Warren however didn't wait to stop laughing; he just drove straight on to him knocking him down on the bed. Instinctively Harry made to push him off even as he struggled to get the air back into his squashed lungs. Pain from the impact started and distantly he thought; 'He's too heavy to be Draco. He can actually hurt me.'
"You know Will, I'm actually glad we waited, cause now I get to hurt you so much more." He declared as he snatched the sheets away.
Once more razor like claws attacked him, digging into the skin above the end of his ribs. He screamed in pain and screamed harder when nails raked their up his chest then moved to his sides, jabbing in between the rib bones.
Warren's mouth closed over his own, swallowing the scream. The smaller male could just feel the smile on the other's face.
The lust that he had felt before, for some reason chose that moment to resurface and suddenly his hands stopped trying to push the other away. Instead the hands clawed over Warren's back, drawing him closer. The deadly digits were soon wet with blood and it brought a twisted smile to the brunet's mouth. 'Payback you bastard!' he thought.
However this did not sit well with the demonic blonde, swiftly he knocked the younger's arms away and tore into the muscle of his upper arms. More screams and now curses were eaten by the Malfoy look-a-like's lips. Warren's hands returned to the body beneath him, running over it and spreading the blood. This time the cruel limbs found hips to scratch and squeeze. From lips to shoulders and from hips to thighs he went; biting and pinching.
Harry tried to get his arms or legs to move but nothing would listen to his demands.
"To scared to move William? You always were a coward! HA!"
He shouted so loud Harry missed what he whispered after, but he definitely did not miss the effect. A very warm, naked and aroused Warren pressed on to him. On the bright side it did make his body react on its own; his nails tried to shred Warren's face while his feet hit anything they could reach.
Warren growled (the Potter heir half expected to go limp) and rapidly caught and snapped both of Harry's wrists.
The green-eyed boy wailed, his pain so much that he didn't notice Warren hook his arms under his knees and bring his legs up. He didn't notice up till all ten of his toes were grabbed and also broken. He never got to scream about his toes for the evil imposter promptly speared the dry, unprepared Harry on his large dry organ. Only a silent scream came out of Harry, for the pain was so immense he couldn't make a sound.
When Warren pulled out it was just as bad as him thrusting in; there was some type of spike or barb the just slash him and made him whimper.
The demonic older male laughed and said. "How I've wanted this! I've waited three long years for this! You're mine William, you're Mine!"
In an instant he was abruptly flipped over on to his front, which burned at contact with the sheet. Then he felt IT. He felt Warren begin to carve his name on to his back. The bastard got to the first R before he was finally able to get his body to react! Valiantly he tried to buck him off and it was succeeding but then the monster had to go a drive his claws through the backs of his knees prior to finishing his name!
His body suddenly slumped, as if giving up; mentally Harry cursed wildly and urged it to continue fighting. 'What the bloomin' arse, blood fuckin' freaked out hell is going on here! It's like it's not my body!' Though his mind did go as quiet as his body while sadist easily pulled his legs apart. After that, only silent cry after silent cry escaped him with each of Warren's brutal thrusts.
The savage thrusts continued on yet soon he became numb to it. Somewhere in the back part of his mind he knew he was in growing pain, that his cock was rock hard and that Warren was getting closer to climax but he still felt so numb.
"William! I'm going to-"
The rest was left unheard as the flue sensation took over. In a second he was once more in his room at the Malfoy Manor, fully dress, 100 pain/hurt free and starring into emotionless grey eyes.
"Dearest, what part of I would not recommend it do you have trouble understanding?"
"…Draco?"
"Yes, me Draco, not psychopath Warren, you Harry, not William. It is now seven thirty, please do get up and dressed, we are to have breakfast with my parents at eight sharp."
Harry simply goggled at him. He looked like Draco, sounded like him, talked like him, acted like him, dressed like him hell he even smelled of hair gel like Draco normally did. It was more something inside of him that told him that he was now safe then all that that made him believe in was truly it was Draco L. Malfoy standing next to him. "What just happened to me? How do you know about Warren and Wil-"
"Harry, I am willing to explain it all on the way to breakfast however you must get up first!" He said whilst leaving the room to give his wife privacy.
'Yup, definitely my Darling.' He thought sarcastically and got up.
On the other side of the doors the ex-Slytherin thought; 'I knew he would do it. Too much of a fool not to and all goes according to my plan. Now he'll listen to me when I say something and he will for certain use the lube I gave him... He is handling it better then I anticipated; must still be in shock.'
"Harry, I am willing to explain it all on the way to breakfast however you must get up first!" He said whilst leaving the room to give his wife privacy.
'Yup, definitely my Darling.' He thought sarcastically and got up.
On the other side of the doors the ex-Slytherin thought; 'I knew he would do it. Too much of a fool not to and all goes according to my plan. Now he'll listen to me when I say something and he will for certain use the lube I gave him... He is handling it better then I anticipated; must still be in shock.'
TBC