The italics indicate Harry's story (ie: the retelling of the prior few weeks as told to Hermione and Ron although Draco is listening) Regular text indicates the present.

WARNING: This chapter contains exposition and lots of talking but it will end with RIMMING and Slashy, sexy goodness!

Chapter 5

HPOV

They all gasp.

I suppose I should've expected that they'd be shocked at this revelation, but I didn't. I thought she'd tell her son what we'd spoken about. I guess I was wrong.

I look at my best friends. "This stays out of your report, right Hermione?"

She nods. "Yes, my official capacity is over with."

I smirk, sad that I had to ask that. "I'd been working late for almost a month to find something that would get Draco a reduced sentence. I was looking over my notes again when she knocked on the door of my office… but I'll do you all the favor of beginning at the start of the war."

I don't know exactly when I developed sympathy for Draco, but I'd always been aware of him. I never divulged my bisexuality to anyone but Ginny and only because she called me out on it. When the war began fully…at Bill and Fleur's wedding, and I saw Ginny run toward Dean, I knew then that I had to hope there was someone out there for me because Ginny clearly wasn't it.

I watched through Voldemort's eyes as Draco followed orders and stood by while Voldemort and the other Death-eaters killed people left and right. He seemed so lost and distressed. When we were brought to the Malfoy estate, I thought for sure he'd out us. I thought he'd be like his father and do whatever it took to keep Voldemort's favor…but he surprised me. I saw something in his eyes that day- or was it night? Doesn't matter- anyhow, he was crying out for my help by not revealing our true identities. He may not have defended us or used magic in our favor but he wasn't trying too hard to keep us there when we attempted our escape. I was easily able to wrench his wand out of his grasp. He endured the Cruciatus many times after we escaped. I'm actually very pleasantly surprised that Voldemort didn't kill him or drive him mad.

I pause in my retelling to look into Draco's eyes. "I can't tell you how much I wish you'd never been put in that position, Draco. I am so very sorry he hurt you."

He shrugs as if it was nothing.

All through the end of the war, I knew I'd have to find a way to save Draco…whether from Voldemort or the wizengamut. I knew he'd need my help. The incident inside The Room of Hidden Things was just him trying not to lose face in front of Crabbe and Goyle. That's why I went back to get him after they set the Fiend Fyre.

I look at them all again. "Goyle was charged with destruction of school property in addition to his other crimes, you know."

"I didn't know and he didn't care to protect Crabbe and me in The Room so I haven't given him much thought." Draco says softly.

I nod and go back to the story.

Draco's mother had covered up my survival from Voldemort's curse, so I felt honor-bound to get him to safety. After Voldemort was dead, I looked around the Great Hall and saw all the dead. The living members of the Order of the Phoenix were helping people find their loved ones and I just wanted to cry out in rage for all of them. They didn't deserve this kind of end to their lives, damn it! No one did. I told you two everything I'd found out from Professor Snape's memories and what had happened in the woods. After speaking to Dumbledore's portrait and fixing my original wand, I knew what to do with the Elder Wand. It's well hidden from anyone who might try to find and use it for evil purposes.

When Kingsley was nominated for Minister, I backed him silently, allowing myself to be seen leaving his office and even just appearing at his speeches. He's a good sort and I knew we could all trust him with the fate of the wizarding world. When he asked me to head the Aurors' office, I said 'yes' only because I thought I'd be able to teach them things like how to throw off the Imperious Curse and how to destroy horcruxes. Kingsley gave me a week to instruct the living aurors about the details of horcruxes, which you guys helped with. We taught them what they were and how to detect a possible horcrux. We also taught them what items could destroy them. That's when we began rounding up the known Death-eaters and the others who'd been helpful to Voldemort. I saw you on the list of new residents of Azkaban, Draco, and knew my mission to help you had begun. I'd been working late for almost a month to find something that would get Draco a reduced sentence. I was looking over my notes again when Narcissa Malfoy – now Black- knocked on the door of my office.

Draco gasps. "What?"

"You didn't know she was forced to renounce her married name, did you, Draco?" I ask. "I'm sorry to shock you."

"Explain, please." He frowns.

"Your mother's trial was the first of your family's to go before the wizengamut, Draco." I tell him. "In her testimony, she told them how she was kept prisoner in her own home and forced to deal with your father's loyalty to Voldemort. At the end of the first war, she married your father out of love and hoped his views would change once Voldemort was no longer an issue. Then she had you and knew that no matter what happened, she'd stay with your father to love and protect you."

He nods with a little smile.

"She also told the wizengamut that when you reached the age of five, your father began telling you all sorts of crap about Lord Voldemort and how if he ever came back he'd be in need of new and better followers in addition to the old ones. He raised you to think muggles, muggle-born witches and wizards as well as blood-traitors were beneath your notice. She renounced his views and his name in front of the whole wizengamut…but she refused to renounce you. When they asked for witnesses in support of her, I stood and told them how she encouraged you to properly identify me so that 'it would all be over'. I told them all how I didn't blame her for wanting to protect her family and how once you'd said you 'couldn't be sure' it was me she stopped encouraging you, but your aunt kept badgering you. When they asked if there was anything else I could say in her defense, I made sure to include how Voldemort made her check to see if I was still alive after his Killing Curse. I made sure the whole courtroom knew that she had deceived Voldemort, allowing him to think I was dead, so I'd be able to kill him later. They asked me if I'd ever seen your mother involved in any of the killings of muggles or witches and wizards. I was able to truthfully say 'no' and they accepted my words. I also told them that I'd seen her several times since the Battle of Hogwarts and she had greeted me cordially and, indeed, gratefully never once showing any animosity."

"Thank you, Harry." Draco whispers, kneeling at my feet.

"No need for that, Draco. Lie on the couch here with your head on my lap." I say stroking his hair. "After your mother's trial ended the way it did, I made sure to testify in your father's as well. I apologize for the pain this caused you and your mother, Draco, but your father was evil enough to deserve his punishment. He not only supported Voldemort; he killed and tortured with him. Your father's actions resulted in all those petrified students back in our second year of school. Many things could've been different if only he hadn't put that book in Ginny Weasley's cauldron, that day in Diagon Alley."

He nods and lets his tears flow. "I know Harry…but I'm also glad he did it. If he didn't, so many other things would be the opposite of what they are now."

"That's true." I admit. "If the book hadn't possessed Ginny, Lockhart would be sane and running around Obliviating people left and right. Dumbledore wouldn't have guessed that Voldemort had created horcruxes, and I wouldn't have killed the Basilisk with Godric Gryffindor's sword which got impregnated with its venom thereby allowing us to kill the horcruxes we would never have found…" I frown. "Did I get that right?"

Hermione smiles, "Yes, that's right, Harry."

"I think I've got a headache coming on, Harry. Have you got a potion for that?" Ron says holding his head.

I nod with a smirk and call Kreacher who rushes in with the proper tonic.

"After Cedric Diggory's death at the hands of Voldemort, I saw your father kneel to him. I knew there was no way I'd be able to trust you at school ever again." I say softly and with regret. "I always thought you were intelligent and good looking, but I knew from your attitude and connections we'd never be together."

Draco's tears get worse.

"What's wrong, Draco?" I ask.

"I recall our fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry. I had a crush on him." Draco whimpers. "Cedric… He was from Hufflepuff; he wasn't gay and I knew that but I had a thing for him. I collected all the clippings from the Daily Prophet about the tournament because he was in them. He died at the end of that damn tournament and I would never get the chance to try telling him how I felt or try asking him on a date. I was crushed when I saw his body in your arms that night, Harry. He was always so nice to people; even me! Why did he have to die?"

"Draco, I'm so sorry!" Hermione's words cut through my horror.

"Draco, is this why you were reluctant to join Voldemort?" Things fall into place inside my head. "You didn't want someone else you had a crush on to die at his hands, did you?"

His lip trembles as he shakes his head. "No, Harry, I didn't want him to kill you…but how did you know?"

Ron gasps. "Well, at least this is a crush I can understand!"

"Yes, at least Harry's gay and has many things in common with your house, Draco." Hermione says.

"One of the arguments your mother used to convince me to testify in support of your freedom was her suspicion that you were in love with me." I admit. "Anyway, let's get back to the real story, shall we?"

They all agree, so I take a deep breath and get to the main point.

I'd been working late and was looking over my notes again. The writing on the pages was becoming blurred because I'd lost sleep over it.

Draco was a minor when he took the oath to join Voldemort; and he was under duress. His father was in prison and his aunt was putting pressure on him to join the Death-eater's ranks, while Voldemort had his mother hostage in his own home. I didn't think he really wanted to say yes to Voldemort because, looking back, I could see the stress Draco was under in our sixth year. However, I also knew that the wizengamut would only see the fact that he fought on the wrong side of the war. So I kept searching for the answer.

In the dead of night, Narcissa Black – the only Malfoy who hadn't been outright arrested even before her trial- came to my office and told me that I had to help her son. I tried to explain that I was doing everything I could but there was so little evidence that he deserved to be set free.

She came up with an interesting proposition. She told me about things the elves had found in Draco's rooms while we were at Hogwarts. When I heard that not only was he gay and possibly in love with me, but his sexual tendencies were complimentary to mine, I was convinced to testify the way I did. She swore that she knew Draco was not only into BDSM but would enjoy submitting directly to me. If I saved him and I promised not to cause him any permanent harm, she wouldn't protest a sentence of slavery.

I turn to face Draco. "Please don't feel like she sold you out, Draco. I'll treat you well, but the act must be kept up for the court members because if I'd told them I wanted you around my home purely for mutual pleasure, you'd be in Azkaban right now."

He stares down at his feet. "You're right."

I watch him carefully. "Do you have anything you wish to say or can I have Kreacher serve dinner?"

"Dinner would be lovely, Harry." Draco murmurs.

The others shrug as we stand to enter the dining-room.

"So, when did you speak with Kingsley?" Ron wants to know.

I met with Kingsley the next day. Hearing what I had to say about Draco, he told me that 'unofficially' he agreed that Draco didn't deserve what punishment the wizengamut would likely give him, but unless we wanted to 'hand the Ministry over to the rabble' he had to act harshly with every Death-eater that was brought in and then he asked how I'd be testifying in Draco's case. I told him I'd testify in Draco's favor and ask the wizengamut to give him to me. He said that it was a good idea but asked me to include that I knew Draco had done many bad things in the past and that he did deserve some punishment for his misdeeds. We took over an hour to discuss my speech and how it should go.

"Hermione, you voted in favor of my suggestion. I saw your hand up when he said 'all in favor'." I tell her as she sits down.

"Kingsley had spoken to me just prior to the trial and he said to trust you." She says softly. "I do trust you, Harry…with my life, Ron's life and our magic…I trust you implicitly."

I grin and relax while Draco kneels at my feet.

"The next inquisitor might not, though, Harry. So be on your guard." Hermione reminds me. "I've got a feeling that my selection was rigged to give you a chance to settle Draco into your home and life before you'd have to deal with a major fiasco."

I chuckle and feed Draco a small piece of bread while we wait for the meal to be brought in. "Or to give me the chance to explain things so you'd keep having faith in me."

She smirks. "I suppose that could be it too, but Kingsley should know better by now. You tell us everything!"

"Harry, why did he sound so confused by your testimony when he asked why you wanted to protect me?" Draco asks from my knee.

"Because, Draco, he's a good actor. He'd told me that I'd have to answer questions and hope that everyone bought my answers. I hadn't thought about it then but, as Minister, he has to answer questions too. People were bound to ask why I'd protect a Death-eater and he wanted my impassioned answer on record so he could quote me later." I tell him as I motion for Ron to hand me the paper. "See, Draco? The article on page 4 is titled: From Savior to Slave-owner – how the mighty have fallen. Look at the byline – Rita Skeeter. Can she sniff out a story or what!"

"I always hated her." Ron says as Kreacher places a steaming bowl of soup in front of each of us.

"Draco, this vegetable soup will be good for you, but I can't feed it to you where you are. You'll have to sit here with us and feed yourself." I tell him waving my wand at a small stool and transfiguring it into a proper chair.

He sits and takes the correct spoon in his hand.

I watch him take a few spoonfuls and then I begin to eat. "So, Hermione, how are the wedding plans coming along?"

Draco chokes. "Wedding plans?"

"Yes, Draco, Ron and I will be tying the knot in several months." She beams. "We'll be having a muggle ceremony first so my mum and dad can be there."

My best mates are getting hitched and I couldn't be happier for them.

"The magical ceremony has been decided on as well, though and… well, seeing as though you already act like a brother to me, Harry, would you perform the honor of giving me to Ron?" Her cheeks turn pink.

My heart feels like it could burst. "Really?"

She just nods and finishes her soup.

"It would be my pleasure, 'Mione, and an honor to boot." I tell her with a huge smile on my face. Then I notice Draco's passive and somewhat saddened expression. "Draco, what's wrong?"

"Will I be left here, then?" He asks quietly.

"Harry, you'll bring Draco with you…won't you?" Hermione asks, startled.

"He's my slave; of course, I'll be bringing him." Cringing inwardly at the sound of that, I correct myself. "He'll act as my date for propriety's sake and I won't have him on his knees in public or anything like that! You know I'll be a perfect gentleman, 'Mione."

"I would hope so." She glares playfully at me.

Kreacher brings in the next course, allowing a short lull in the conversation.

I take a bite of juicy chicken breast and look to Draco as he kneels again at my knee. His experience at the prison has changed him so much. I wonder if this is the way he would've behaved if his parentage had been different. He acts like he's naturally submissive but Lucius would've hated that quality in his son. Perhaps Draco gets that from his mother's side. He seems perfectly happy on his knees but, if anyone had dared to try making him bow back in Hogwarts, they'd have been risking their lives.

His eyes focus on my cutlery as I stab a piece of chicken with my fork and bring it slowly to his mouth. "Thank you, Harry."

Our gazes meet and his eyes intensify. I see desire in them and think seriously about kicking my friends out early so I can bend him over right now.

Suddenly a throat clearing noise startles me. "I think we should skip dessert, Ron. These two are getting a bit heated."

"Blimey, Hun, I was hoping for some of Kreacher's treacle tarts!" Ron protests.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, 'Mione. Sorry." I say. "Kreacher, can you pack up some of those treacle tarts for Ron to take home?"

"Of course, Master Harry!" The elf bows low and rushes off to fetch Ron's requested treats.

"Let's just finish dinner then, shall we? Then Ron and I can go on about our night." She says firmly.

I nod and cut some more pieces of chicken for Draco, feeding us each one bite at a time.

His entire focus is on me and I'm getting hard just thinking about fucking him on this table. Once the chicken is eaten and Ron's gotten his dessert in a small magical container, my best mates say their goodbyes and head off to the fireplace.

I smirk down at Draco who seems to shiver under my gaze. "I want you to remove your pants and lie down on the table…here in front of me."

He wastes no time before obeying my command. His cock stands straight up and seems to look at me.

Using a non-verbal spell I bind my slave to the table and take his cock in my mouth for a moment before remembering to give him instruction. "Draco, I'm going to suck you and you're going to cum for me, but you're going to hold out as long as possible before you do. Clear?"

"Yes, Master." He answers with a whine.

"You are mine. Say it Draco." I work his cock for a few seconds before taking him in my mouth again.

"Mmmm yours, Harry!" He whimpers.

"Who?" I ask stopping all stimulation.

"Master! I'm yours, Master!" He says frantically.

I stroke his thighs and kiss his balls. "Good boy, Draco."

His cock stays nice and hard as I run my fingers over him. His balls tighten in an effort to control his orgasm. His voice sounds harsh and strangled as he cries out in pleasure at my touch. "Master! Oh Merlin, Master, please!"

"Please, what? Please tease you? Please lick you? Please jerk your cock a little longer?" I ask.

"Please, suck me, Master? Please, suck me hard?" He begs.

"I'm not ready yet." I tell him as I kiss his thigh and lift his balls to give myself better access to his ass. Adjusting the binding spell, I arrange Draco's body so his hips and ass are at the perfect angle for my mouth before removing the plug and licking his rosebud.

He says nothing but his moans are enough to tell me he's enjoying this.

I smirk and continue my assault on him. My tongue teases and taunts Draco as I wet him properly. Pushing a finger into his ass, I feel his warmth surround it. Using two fingers, I stretch him licking and fucking his hole with my tongue.

He lets out a loud keening cry so I take pity on him and place his cock in my mouth; sucking him hard until I feel his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow all but a few drops before pulling him up to kiss me deeply. If he tastes himself on my lips, he doesn't mention it so I don't either. I flip his body so he's face down and bent over the table. An Accio spell brings the lube to me and I waste no time before applying it to his opening. Entering his body is such an amazing feeling. His heat surrounds my cock and I allow myself to just feel. Thrusting in and out of Draco overwhelms me with sensations and I soon find myself collapsing onto him; spent.

"C'mon, Draco, let's go up and play in my room…" I say with a wink as I remove the magic holding him in place.

He smirks and gets to his knees. "Yes, Master."

I walk briskly up the stairs with him following close behind.

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