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By the way, the POV's have changed, this is like two seperate chapters in one because I know how boring it was to read the same thing over twice. Let me know if you prefer this or if there's a bit you'd like to hear from Lucius or Harry's POV and I'll see what I can do =]

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Chapter Eight

Harry's POV

"This will get it out of the way, Harry," cooed Malfoy in Harry's ear.

All Harry could do was imagine what was going to happen. He didn't want to talk to Lucius; he'd given that up after realising Malfoy would not allow him to put this off any longer.

Suddenly his trousers fell to the floor and Harry was more nervous than ever. He was standing in front of Lucius Malfoy in nothing but his underwear. Furthermore, he couldn't move; no matter how much will power he had, it did nothing against the magic of the oath.

"Don't be scared, Harry," Malfoy whispered.

Harry's laugh came out slightly high. "And how would you recommend I calm down? Taking into account that I can't move and I'm practically naked..." He spat the last few words out with as much venom as he could.

There was a loud silence in which Harry longed to hear what Malfoy was thinking; the silence was unnerving. Finally, Lucius voiced his thoughts.

"I've tried to reach an understanding with you, Potter, but it seems your mind is set on hating me."

Harry gulped and almost choked. What was Malfoy going to do? Before Lucius could say any more, Harry thought of a way to distract him.

"What about Dumbledore? You haven't told him I'm here! He'll come looking!"

"You think I'm that naive, Potter? Of course I haven't! That would lessen our time together, wouldn't it? Besides, he's probably still with Severus..."

As Harry was about to answer, he felt two arms wrap round his waist and he found himself being dragged over to a very fancy bed.

"All I wanted was for you to like me," Lucius murmured, an insane glint in his eye. "Not even love, but you refused; you were stubborn and wouldn't give yourself the option to trust me."

"What?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice still. "How could I even try to trust you, let alone love you? You worked for Voldemort, you almost killed Ginny in her first year, you're practically to blame for Sirius' death, and–"

"Enough!" snapped Malfoy. "This is going to happen and I'm going to make you like it. That way, at least your body will love me."

Harry had never heard Lucius so mad or deranged. He actually seemed to be in love with Harry!

Still Harry couldn't move, so he was very uncomfortable lying on his back. Malfoy was rummaging through one of the draws next to the bed and he came up holding a bottle of a gloopy liquid.

"What-?"

"Ssh," hushed Malfoy, putting his finger on Harry's mouth. "This is going to feel cold but it will make it easier for both of us."

Lucius was pulling down Harry's underwear and Harry felt like crying; now the man could see everything.

Suddenly there was a cold liquid being smothered at Harry's entrance, making him gasp. He had guessed how men made love to each other but this just confirmed it.

Malfoy had got up and turned the other way. He was pulling down his trousers and it seemed he was applying some of the liquid to his own...limb.

Harry saw Lucius shiver as he was obviously touching himself. Then the man turned round and Harry couldn't help but shake; the man was ridiculously huge! There was no way he would fit... Harry tried to move and found that only the top half of his body was working. So, instead of his plan of running away from the crazy wizard, all he could do was pull the bed covers up and try to cover as much of himself as possible.

"Harry, please," pleaded Malfoy, "I don't want you to be scared. This can be good."

"I don't want it!" shouted Harry.

Malfoy merely looked at Harry, the silver, stormy eyes calculating. "A little reminder, Mr Potter: Did you or did you not agree to this deal of your own accord?"

"Yes, but–"

"And did you or did you not take an oath, vowing to keep to your deal?"

"Yes, and–"

"Then you will go through with this," Lucius said sharply. "I risked my neck helping the 'light side' and need I remind you that I am still thought of as a trust worthy Death Eater? That I am still in the Dark Lords inner circle?"

Harry said nothing. It was all true; he had given Lucius Malfoy his word that he would be his... slave. In more ways than one, it would appear.

"Now please," whispered Lucius, slightly exasperatedly, as he tugged the cover off of Harry's shaking form, "Relax."

Slowly Malfoy pushed Harry back down again. When Harry's head hit the pillow, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine being else where.

"This is going to feel slightly strange but it won't hurt unless you tense." As Harry was about to ask what, he felt something slick but long enter him, but too small to be Lucius' package. He squirmed away from the touch and, neglecting Lucius' warning, tensed up at the intrusion.

"Hurts..." muttered Harry and his eyes began to water, from the pain or the situation Harry didn't know.

"Open up, Harry, it will be fine, I promise you. This is just to loosen you up."

Thinking it would save quite a lot of pain if he did so, Harry tried to relax his muscles.

"Better?" asked Lucius and Harry felt the finger pull out before he felt a soft pair of lips kissing him gently. So gently that Harry felt like he wanted to return the favour... A tongue pushed through Harry's red lips and gently caressed the inside of his mouth. Without even thinking, Harry's tongue slithered slightly towards the new visitor in his mouth.

Malfoy sat up and stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"What was that?"

Harry came to his senses and wiped his mouth.

"What?" he snapped, hiding his embarrassment that he may have enjoyed a kiss with Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius' POV

Lucius narrowed his eyes but said nothing more. He delved back into the soft, moist mouth feeling slightly smug that Harry was at last responding.

So the boy responded to gentle touches and caresses did he? Lucius thought to himself.

He slightly stroked the boys tongue with his own and felt it move back slightly. Obviously Harry had realised what his body had done and was using all of his will power to prevent himself from reacting again.

We'll see how long he can hold himself together now... Lucius stroked down Potter's chest and lightly brushed over a small, pink nipple which, surprisingly, was very hard. Again, Lucius smirked to himself. His hands were at the abdomen and he traced light circles over it, knowing it was the annoying place that wasn't quite enough. Finally, Harry began to respond; he seemed to be leaning into Lucius' hands even though his face looked disgusted with himself.

"It's okay to like it, Harry," whispered Lucius. After watching the beautiful, flushed face switch between pleasure and disgust, Lucius decided he should stop his taunting. He brushed over Harry's generous manhood, or should he say, boyhood. It twitched slightly and Harry leaned even more into Lucius' awaiting hand.

This is the first time he's been touched like this... That thought nearly made Lucius stop. Was it cruel that he was taking Harry's innocence when Harry didn't want him to? After realising what he'd just thought, he shook his head and resumed the stroking of Harry. He couldn't afford to think like this, not if he wanted to take Harry today, now.

He began to pump Harry's limp member, still with the same amount of gentleness he had used in his kiss.

It was becoming hard but Harry's will power or magic seemed to be reasonably strong. So, Lucius decided he'd enter him now; it was what he'd wanted, needed, for so long and would definitely make Harry come.

Slapping on some more lubricant on his fingers he added two fingers into Harry's tight ass. Immediately, Harry tried to move away and he was tensing again.

"Stop tensing," growled Lucius. "You're making it harder for yourself."

A deep breath told Lucius that Harry was trying to relax again. Taking advantage of Harry while his muscles were unclenched, he scissored his fingers to stretch the boys hole.

"Stop!" shrieked Harry and he tried to drag himself up the bed more.

"It's helping you, Harry. Now," said Lucius quietly, "there may be the slightest amount of pain but the pleasure is well worth it."

Harry whimpered and opened his mouth to speak or beg but Lucius shut him up with a kiss.

Slowly, mouths still connected, Lucius pulled his fingers out and pushed gently into Harry's virgin entrance. He'd used almost half the bottle of lube to ensure that the least amount of pain would be inflicted on Harry. However, Harry still screamed. It was muffled by Lucius' mouth but it didn't hide Harry's pain from Lucius. He felt guilty for taking Harry like this, but there was this urge that he'd had for too long.

He began to move backwards and forwards, outwards and inwards, until he hit Harry's prostate.

Lucius removed his mouth from Harry's and realised Harry wasn't screaming. He was groaning, either from pain, embarrassment or maybe even pleasure. Too soon, Lucius came at the same time as Harry. Lucius sighed contentedly and Harry took great heaving breaths as though he was suffocating. Then Lucius realised this was because he had collapsed onto Harry's small, lithe frame. He pulled out – earning a shudder from Harry – and rolled onto the side next to Harry.

"How was that?" croaked Lucius. He turned to face his Harry and saw that the boy was sobbing, his face turned to the side. He wanted to say something, do something, comfort Potter but he couldn't find the right words or actions. He didn't feel nearly as relieved as he thought he would after having Harry. Probably because, if he thought about it from Harry's point of view, it was – and it pained him to think it – rape.

He had raped Harry Potter. Somewhere deep down he felt powerful, that he had captured Potter – done what the Dark Lord had tried to do but had failed. (AN That's captured Harry, not raped him!!)

On the other hand, he had wanted ownership of Harry, but also his love. It would seem he could not have the two things together so he needed to decide what he wanted: a slave or a partner.

Damn this boy, thought Lucius, why do I need him?

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