AN: To those who review- I beg you not to flame. Also, if you say something in your review that I might want to respond to or defend myself from, but then disable your PM ability, I'd consider it to be rude as well as insulting.

To my flamer: Harry is not a 'horrible human being'. Harry has been hardened from the war. He would not have actually raped Draco; he would've done many sexual things that would make him beg to be fucked. That's not rape; it's coercion. Look it up. I did. Also please note that I included a warning of BDSM in the first chapter of the story.

Now, on to the next chapter...

Chapter 4

DPOV

Finally it's the day of my mother's visit. HE wakes up and pulls me into the shower with HIM. HE washes me after I blow HIM and then uses an Accio spell to call HIS clothing. "You will remain naked until 20 minutes before her arrival so I can use you at will."

I nod and kneel at HIS feet after my daily beating.

"Oh, Ron and Hermione are coming for dinner. This is the first time they'll be meeting you as my slave and they can't wait to see you."

I'm not looking forward to that but I say nothing, choosing to nod my acceptance.

Every so often, through the next two hours, HE bends me over the desk and fingers my hole.

Kreacher walks in and tells us that Lady Malfoy will be arriving in 20 minutes.

Master nods and sends him off, and then HE wraps my cock and balls in some type of bandage. "This material has been charmed to restrict your tongue. I'll tell her everything she needs to know and some of the things she wants to know but, if you begin to say too much about what I do to you, you will feel it tighten. Your mother cannot stop your slavery, Draco; no matter how much either of us tells her. You are a convicted Death-eater and as such have been downgraded, in the public's eyes, to a piece of property; my property. I could whip or hex you within an inch of your life and I'd be completely within my rights as your Master…"

"Yes, Master; I promise to be good." I whisper hoping that the war didn't change him so much that he'd do that.

HIS eyes soften. "Draco, I hope you know that I won't hex you or whip you that harshly. I could if I wanted to, but I won't. Here, put these on." HE hands me a small pile of clothing. "I'm not that type of person, Draco, you do know that don't you?"

Maybe he hasn't changed all that much. I think to myself as I take the trousers and button-up shirt as well as socks and shoes. I smile softly, hurrying to dress. Just as I slip the shoes on, Kreacher tells us there's 5 minutes until she arrives.

"Last minute instructions: you are mine. You will sit next to me and do as I say. Do you understand me?" HE asks.

I nod.

"I've lowered the wards for her today; she's coming by floo so follow me to the fireplace. By the way, you may walk while there are guests here, Draco."

I nod again and keep my head down as I follow orders.

The green flare of the floo powder flashes and my mother walks out of the flames. "Draco!"

"I understand that he's your son and you've been concerned for him, Narcissa, but proper etiquette would be to greet the Master of the house before the slave." Master informs her casually.

I flinch, but HE'S right and we all know it.

"Of course… Mr. Potter, thank you for your lovely invitation to tea." She says just above a whisper. "I've looked forward to it all week."

"You're quite welcome, Narcissa. Please, call me 'Harry'. Would you like to greet your son?" HE asks.

"Yes please, Mr. - Harry." She replies with a chilly smile, but when her eyes settle on my face they warm considerably. "Draco, my darling! Are you alright? Is he treating you well?"

"Mother, I have to warn you that there are things that go too deep into our daily life and I cannot speak of them. My Master may choose to divulge HIS exact actions to you, but I'm personally restricted." I tell her vaguely as she hugs me. "Please don't fret, Mother, He's treating me much more fairly then I deserve."

She nods with a grimace. "I understand, Draco."

"Here's the sitting room; Kreacher will serve our tea here." Master says leading us both to it.

"Mr. Potter, I would like to know what you are doing to my son." Mother informs him as the house elf brings the tray of tea into the room.

"I've already given you my permission to use my name and…I've saved him from the same fate as your husband. Do you really need to know more then that?"

She gasps. "Please, Mr. - Harry, I want to know."

"Very well, I defended him at the trial and asked the wizengamut to give him to me as either my slave or my 'guest'. They decreed that, as a convicted Death-eater, he should become a slave. I already have a house servant in Kreacher, so I gave in to my baser instincts and made Draco a different type of slave." HE explains glancing at me in a suggestive manner. "Want to know more?"

"Draco had told us he was bisexual ages ago. It doesn't shock me that he's yielding to your desires, Mr. Potter." She says stiffly.

I bite my lip to stop myself from protesting their discussion of me as if I weren't in the room with them.

"I'm not a cruel man, Narcissa. Most people in my position would deprive Draco and yourself of even basic contact. Due to your birthdays- and my dedication to family- I've chosen the 18th day of every month as a visitation day. If there is something you wish to say to either of us you will wait until that day or you will have to come to my office at the ministry." Master asks as HE places a hand on my thigh. "Am I being quite clear?"

Mother nods. "Clear as crystal. Harry, may I ask one further thing?"

"What might that be?" HE inquires.

"I wondered if the decree included any further punishment for him. He's to be your slave and you've made him a sex-slave but he's likely enjoying that. So is he…?" She asks cautiously.

"He may enjoy some aspects of sexual slavery but, I can assure you, not all of them." HE grins. "He takes a beating quite well; I won't humiliate him in front of you by revealing anything further…unless you have a different idea that will give him a slight reprieve from my cane."

"Lucius used to cane him…" She murmurs as she glances my way.

HE inclines his head. "That's what he said."

"He hated it." Mother says with a hollow tone.

I whisper back. "That's why it's a good punishment, Mother."

She sips her tea and nods absently. "Next month is your birthday, Draco; would you like something special?"

"Maybe you could bring the brownies that Inky makes? I do love those, so much, Mother…" I hear hope pulsing in each word but I can't help myself. "…And perhaps a few of my trinkets; the box from under my bed?"

I cringe as she looks to my Master for permission before agreeing to my request. We drink our tea in relative quiet before she hugs me close for a full minute. Then she confirms the time of her next visit, says goodbye to my Master and steps into the green flames to disappear from sight.

I fall to my knees and weep while he just stands over me.

"I'm sure next time will go much more smoothly, Draco." HIS wand gently taps me and my clothing undoes itself. "Our guests will be here in a few hours, Draco. Come upstairs and I'll help you prepare."

"Yes, Harry." I crawl after HIM and, once we reach HIS room, HE points to the cross.

Magic binds me in place and Master takes full advantage. He gags me and touches my body all over, playing me like a musical instrument as he finds out what makes me whine and moan and whimper. He picks up lubricant and begins to stretch my hole again. "I'm going to put a plug into your ass, slut. You'll kneel at my feet and eat from my hand during dinner. I'll take the plug out as soon as we're alone." HIS lips are curved into a smile but he looks devious. "We're going to have such fun tonight, slave."

"Master Harry?" Kreacher calls.

"Yes, Kreacher, are Ron and Hermione here?" HE calls back.

"Yes, Sir. They wonder where you are."

"Tell them I'm just helping Draco prepare for the evening." Master says cupping my balls before pulling a pair of pants out of HIS dresser. "Put these on but I want you shirtless. I only want them to see a bit of you, slut." It sounds like HE says something else under HIS breath but I can't be sure.

"Yes, Master." I say as HE releases me from the magical bonds and watches me don the tight fitting pants. Then HE announces that we're ready.

My arms are held at my sides by magic as we descend the stairs. Master enters the room before me and introduces me to them.

"Ron, 'Mione, you recall Draco Malfoy." HE says as he tugs me into view.

They look me over and I feel humiliated. My aunt did worse to Granger in the short time they were in Malfoy Manor so I endure their stares.

"Harry, he doesn't look very well. Aren't you feeding him?" Granger asks.

He glares at her. "Of course I'm giving him food. Do you think I'm a monster, 'Mione?"

She looks apologetic. "Course not, Harry, I'm sorry!"

"He does look a bit thin, though, mate." Weasley says.

"It's not my fault; I've only had custody for a few days." HE defends himself.

I whisper. "They don't feed us much in Azkaban."

HIS friends clearly hadn't expected me to speak up because they gasp and stare at me.

"Hush, now, Draco. You're not there anymore. You're safe and here with us." HE reassures me.

I nod and stay quiet.

"Being in the prison changed him. He's not an arrogant prick anymore, guys." HE tells them.

"I never wanted to be that, you know." I say softly; regret pulsing in every word.

The others look at me again.

"I was raised to think and act like the arrogant prick you knew. I was taught by my father that the world owed me respect simply because my last name is Malfoy." My voice wavers. "I'm sorry."

Granger's hand grips my wrist. "You have nothing to be sorry about. This is you father's fault. Harry, you said at the trial that you should be allowed to punish him as you saw fit. I apologize for coming in this capacity but I was assigned as the first inquisitor. Is his punishment under way?"

"After I answer that are we back to being friends?" HE asks, frowning.

She nods.

"Bend over for us, Draco." Master commands.

I bend over and feel the cool air as he bares my ass for them.

HIS friends gape at my backside.

"What are these stripes, Harry?" Granger asks while Weasley just winces in- could that be sympathy?

"You know better then anyone what the Ministry decreed. He must be punished, 'Mione." HE explains as he covers my ass back up. "Draco enjoys the sexual attention I've been giving him so I had to find some way to punish him. I asked for a suggestion from him rather then asking you or the wizengamut and got caning because his father used it in his childhood. I use a cane to beat him every morning, but I'm not cruel about it. I keep to his ass and thighs; plus I'm very careful not to hurt him any worse then a bruise."

"I see." Granger replies stiffly. "Harry, you know how I feel about corporal punishment. It's cruel and painful."

"Wait until the rest of the wizengamut finds out this is all I'm doing! They'll be up in arms that he's not chained to a wall and whipped or something. Besides, what would you suggest? Shall we turn him loose on the public, Hermione? Shall I just give him back to his mother?" HE glares at her. "The court's decree is final. I've done the best I can for him, and if he doesn't want to go to Azkaban or get The Kiss, he's got to stay here and endure this. I spoke to Kingsley and he's allowed me to do this much but he warned me that there will be random visits from members of the court to ensure that Draco is getting what he deserves; which you are proof of. Listen, Draco's doing fine. A bit of humiliation and a daily caning is nothing compared to staying in Azkaban prison or having his mother watch a Dementor Kiss him."

She nods sadly. "I suppose that's true…"

I feel the need to say something. "You haven't lived for a month straight under Dementor influence, or you'd never say 'I suppose' to that. What Harry is saying is true and it's more then I deserve for all the things I've done."

"Still…" Granger sounds doubtful.

"Please, Granger-." I start only to have HIM interrupt.

"Her name is Hermione, Draco. Use it." HE commands me.

"Yes, Harry." I say, meekly. "Hermione, just the thought of going back to Azkaban had me shaking in my boots…When I heard Harry come into the courtroom; I had just about lost hope. I'm not opposed to submitting to him sexually and when he explained that the members of the wizengamut would check up on us, I suggested caning. It's not something I enjoy and we could lie telling most, if not all, of them that my use as a sex-slave is my punishment but if they use veritaserum they'd know we lied and they'd take me away."

She nods and squeezes my hand. "Alright, Draco, I won't press this, but I want you to know that I don't hold any grudge for what happened at Malfoy Manor against you or your mother. You were both just pawns in a larger game. Voldemort and your aunt are at fault and they are dead and gone. You could've helped them but you didn't! You could've instantly said 'yes that's definitely Harry Potter' and then where would we all be?"

"I also could've told Dumbledore what happened that summer before sixth year. I could've told him how my father's conviction and jail-time forced me into the death-eaters midst. Instead, I allowed myself to be complicit in the murder of a good man!" I tug at my hair. "If only I'd told him, Hermione! If I had, so much could've been avoided! Why didn't I see how evil he was?"

"Voldemort's power is partially in the fear he made us all feel, Draco!" Hermione says angrily, making me cringe away from her.

"He's acting so strange, Harry." Weas- Ron says. If I'm supposed to use her first name, I might as well use his. "He's not like himself at all."

"You see, 'Mione? I told you he was broken." HE says as HE strokes my leg. "The Dementors and the distance from his mother have really made him into a shell. He needs this for now. When the wizengamut stops interfering with my treatment of him, I can start to build him up again."

"Why did you bring him out half naked then, Harry?" She demands.

He sighs. "As my friends, I wanted to show you where I'm starting from, 'Mione! I thought if you saw with your own eyes, you'd be better able to help when the time comes. Look how thin he is! Look how loud voices make him cower! As the court's inquisitor, you should also be interested in his health and well being. Kingsley knows what I'm up to here and he agrees with me, but he'd be out of the Minister's office if he just let me take him, so we devised this plan. Just let us handle it and I'll let you help as soon as it's safe."

"You didn't want to just humiliate me, Harry?" I whisper.

The others look at HIM, but HE looks at me. "That was just a bonus. I know you get off a bit on humiliation, and I thought thinking about it later while we fuck would make you hot…was I wrong? Do you not-?"

I shake my head. "No! I do… I had just hoped it wasn't the main reason you paraded me in front of your friends nearly naked."

"It wasn't." HE says wrapping his arm around my shoulder and looking back at HIS friends. "He's fed three meals and two extra snacks a day to help build up his weight and strength. When he's strong enough, I'll take him to Madame Pomphrey to see what she thinks of his health. I've spoken to her by owl already and she'll be happy to help us out but this is all going to take time."

Hermione and Ron seem to be calmed by the fact that I'm being treated humanely.

"You weren't very nice to my mother, Harry. Is that part of the plan, too?" I ask.

"Draco, your mother is a high society witch. She knows that certain things must happen in polite circles. As for what's going on…" HE pauses and sighs. "She's the one who came to me."

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