Chapter five

Over the next week, Ron and Hermione tried to keep Harry occupied so he wouldn't think about his day he had to serve Draco Malfoy. Harry also kept Hermione's mind off her day that she had to spend with McGlaggen. Ron was just angry and no one could calm him down.

The morning Harry was due to meet Malfoy at the atrium of the ministry, he woke early, showered and dressed in his usual jeans, t-shirt and jumper, then pulled his boots on before heading downstairs.

'Do you want breakfast now Harry?' Molly asked.

'No thanks Mrs. Weasley, just a cup of coffee this morning. I need to be there soon and I don't want him complaining I didn't live up to the contract.'

'I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think. He did pay a lot of money Harry.' Arthur said trying to lift Harry's spirits.

'I know he did Mr. Weasley, but he has something planned, I just don't know what.' Harry took the cup from Mrs. Weasley then stood at the door staring down towards the orchard and wondered what Malfoy was going to say to him. Harry knew he had to stop reacting, as part of the contract he had to act like a slave and not speak back to his owner. Harry shuddered at the thought of Malfoy owning him, even if it was just for a day. He quickly drank the coffee, rinsed his cup, 'I better go, I'll see you in the morning.'

'If you need us, let us know Harry, but I think it'll be okay.'

'I hope so Mr. Weasley, but Kingsley told me that four aurors are going to be on standby in case he tries anything,' Harry nodded, sighed again then walked outside and passed the wards. He looked around before apparating to the ministries apparition point. The moment he arrived, he saw Malfoy standing near a couple of aurors. Harry sighed again then stepped over to them.

'Let's go slave, I'm going to have a good time today.'

'We'll be keeping a watch on the contract Mr. Potter, you'll be safe.'

Harry tried to smile at the auror but couldn't, 'Thanks,' he sighed again then followed Malfoy to the fireplaces, 'So Malfoy Manor, right?'

'Slaves don't ask questions Potter, remember your place.'

Harry growled but followed Malfoy into the fireplace. When they stepped out, Harry knew straight away they were not in Malfoy Manor. The house they were in was large but nowhere as large as Malfoy Manor. It was completely different, light and airy, still beautifully furnished and still showed money.

'I'll have Dibly show you where you can change into your uniform.'

'Uniform?' Harry glared.

'Yes, all staff are made to wear a uniform Potter. Dibly,' Malfoy called as he sneered at Harry.

'Yes Master Malfoy.'

'Show my slave his uniform and where he can change, then have him bring my breakfast to the terrace.'

'Yes Master Malfoy, this way slave.'

Harry growled again but Malfoy laughed loudly as he watched Potter walked away with the elf. He knew Potter was about to have his first surprise of the day.

Harry stared at what the house elf was holding which made him growl loudly, but took the uniform and stepped into the small space of the kitchen to change his clothes. Harry stared down at the small shirt that barely covered him, it was just lucky he was able to keep his underwear on and swore he would get Malfoy back for this. He stepped out and looked at the house elf who handed him a tray of food, juice and tea. He then led Harry through the house until they came to the doors of the terrace and the house elf pointed. Harry nodded and saw Malfoy sitting at a table reading the Daily Prophet and looked as calm and relaxed as Harry used to see him. He took a deep breath then stepped out and placed the food on the table along with the juice and tea, but he heard Malfoy laughing behind the paper.

'Very funny,' Harry growled and went to turn and head back in when Malfoy spoke.

'You haven't finished here Potter. I like my fruit cut into small pieces and milk in my tea.'

'Yes…sir,' Harry sneered, then went about doing his job, 'Is there anything else sir?'

'Not right now, but stay right where you are. I'm enjoying the view,' Malfoy laughed again.

Harry tried to control his anger as he stood there with his legs bare and a shirt that only just keeping him decent.

'Would you get that web off the light Potter,' Malfoy said sounding bored.

Harry closed his eyes and looked up at the light. He then reached a hand up to grab the web but he noticed the Malfoy's eyes went straight for him as the shirt lifted with his arm, exposing his underwear. Harry quickly lowered his arm, growling again as he saw the familiar smirk appear on the blonds face.

'Is there anything else sir?' Harry asked barely controlling his temper.

'Not yet, but as soon as I've done eating, I'll bath, you'll need to have my clothes ready for me.'

'Yes…sir,' Harry closed his eyes again trying to keep calm and finding it harder all the time and the day had only just started.

'Follow me,' Malfoy said as he got up and strolled into the house and heard Harry behind him making him chuckle. 'I made it easy for you Potter, the clothes I want are all hanging together on the right side of my closet. Lay them out on the bed, make sure you don't wrinkle them,' Malfoy slowly stripped off as he walked to the door, 'Pick those up and put them in the basket,' Malfoy chuckled again then stepped into his bathroom but noticed that Potter looked shocked as he stripped off in front of him. He lowered himself into the warm bath and occasionally heard Potter making growling noises, so he was ready for the next bit he had planned, 'Slave, come in here.'

Harry glared but walked towards the door but kept his eyes averted, 'Yes sir.'

'Inside,' Malfoy said then watched as Potter stepped into the bathroom but looked away, 'Wash my back, I can't reach.'

Harry growled again, then grabbed the soap, soaped up the strange looking clothe that Malfoy pointed at them started to wash Draco Malfoy's back. He tried to keep it gentle knowing he would be asked to anyway, or told to was a better word.

'Sing something.'

'What?!' Harry blurted out.

'I like to listen to music when I bathe, so sing something.'

'I don't know any songs to sing, unless you want the Hogwarts song?'

'Surely you must know another song Potter.'

'I wasn't raised like you Malfoy, remember. I had a completely different upbringing.'

'Well yes, I think a lot of people had a different upbringing then I did. Well if you can't sing something for me, then you can wash my feet.'

Harry tried to get out of that, 'Um, well I remember hearing a song as a kid, I might remember the words.'

'Good, so sing,' Draco smirked against then heard Harry humming before he nervously started to sing. Halfway through the song, Harry's nerves left him and Draco tried not to show his shock at how good Potter's voice sounded. When Harry finished singing Draco stood up, 'My robe,' Draco said then waited until Harry put his robe on him, 'I thought I might like my massage now, then I'll dress.'

'Yes…sir,' Harry grimaced but followed Malfoy into another room on the other side of his bedroom where a long table type bed was sitting in the middle of the room. Then he saw Malfoy drop his robe and lay on his stomach.

'Use the sandalwood oil.'

Harry stepped over to the cabinet that held a lot of bottles of oil. He found the sandalwood, then poured a small amount over the blonds back then slowly put his hands on Malfoy's shoulders and started to massage. Over the next half an hour, Harry had gotten into a routine and had Malfoy's back, arms and legs massaged then stood up.

'Anything else Sir?'

'You forgot a part Potter, it is an all over body massage remember.'

'You can't be serious Malfoy?'

'Deadly, so finish what we agreed on.'

Harry growled again, then poured some oil onto Malfoy's backside then started massaging his cheeks. As his hands moved he heard Malfoy groan softly and realised the blond was enjoying what he was doing and wondered if he was gay. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about doing this to another man and that the man was enjoying it. When he finished Malfoy turned over and Harry got to see how much the blond enjoyed it. So he averted his eyes, then started on the front, arms first, then chest and stomach before moving to the legs and feet. He stood up and again waited.

'There's more Potter, full body massage.'

'No, I'm not touching you Malfoy.'

'Then you will have to disappoint the minister when I tell him you didn't live up to your end of our contract.'

'Fine,' Harry growled loudly, then poured a small amount of oil onto his hands before closing his eyes as he wrapped his hand around the blonds hardening cock. He kept his hand moving, listening to Malfoy groaning with pleasure but also felt how hard Malfoy was. He put his other hand down and started to massage Malfoy's balls so he couldn't complain that Harry didn't fulfil the contract. He felt how full they were and just hoped Malfoy wasn't about to cum all over him. As Harry kept both hands going, he started to feel his own balls hardening as his own cock sprang to life. Harry couldn't believe he was getting turned on by another bloke and wasn't sure what to do about it and he just hoped Malfoy never saw the bulge in his underwear.