Chapter 8

HPOV

Hearing him declare his love for me as well, startled me; I stared at him for a moment before nodding and peering into the box.

There are clippings from the Daily Prophet…but not just of Cedric. There are quite a few clippings of him, but there are also a lot of me. I see clippings from even before we'd met. Others are from the first few years at Hogwarts. He's got one of those 'Potter Stinks' badges and a whole bunch of pictures of me with himself in the background.

"Where? How?" I ask fingering a clipping of me from when the public had thought I was crazy.

"I'd assigned a Malfoy house elf to follow Draco to school and serve him there. Draco asked it to use a magical camera and take photos of you and try to get some of both of you together." Narcissa informs me. "He and the elf hid their scheme from me for a very long time, Harry, but Draco kept the photos in this protected box and I'd never found them. Before the Dark- before Voldemort took over our home, I was asked to inspect every room in the house for hidden objects that could contain something harmful to him. Inky, my most loyal elf, brought this to me. It was just before Draco's last birthday. I confronted him and he eventually confessed of his obsession with you. He's had quite a thing for you for more than a few years."

"At first, I tried to lie and tell her I had them as research so I'd know everything that could be a weakness to you. She didn't buy it and so I had to tell her the truth, Harry." Draco says as he sits beside me. "You were my first crush. When we met and you rejected me out of hand, I made it my business to pick on you and your friends. By fourth year, I'd figured that we'd never be together and set my sights on Cedric. When you and he were competing in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I feared for you both and publicly cheered him on to the detriment of my feelings for you…but then you all went into the maze and Cedric's body came back lifeless and wrapped in your arms. He was gone and you were alive. I couldn't believe it, Harry. Then you declared to the entire world how Voldemort was back and my father was a Death-eater. I was honor-bound to hate you and be angry about the whole thing when all I wanted was to run screaming from Voldemort's camp to yours and publicly tell the whole world that you and Professor Dumbledore weren't crazy! Tell the world that he really was back!"

"Well, you don't have to hide your feelings from me, Draco, nor from my friends and your mum. But for the sake of our happiness and your own freedom, our lives must publicly remain as Owner and Slave unless I can find a legal way out for you. Can you deal with that?" I ask in disbelief as he pulls a clipping out of his pocket. It's one of me standing in the courtroom defending him.

As he places it into the box with the one from Rita Skeeter's most recent article, his eyes sparkle with intensity. "Yes, Harry, I'll do what it takes to stay here with you."

"Good. Let's have dinner now." I suggest, grabbing his hand and motioning for Narcissa to follow us. "I've given Kreacher instructions to make your favorite meal."

His eyes light up but he winces as he sits. "Really, Mast- Harry?"

I just grin and nod, knowing he'd been about to call me 'Master'. I guess I like hearing that title more then I should…but I know that the reason I like it isn't because A Malfoy is saying it; it's because THIS Malfoy is saying it.

We sit at the dining room table and wait for Kreacher to bring the food. I was quite surprised to find out that Draco's favorite meal was so very close to mine, which is Kreacher's onion soup and a nice chunky beef stew. Draco likes roast beef with vegetables and had recently divulged that he's quite fond of the same soup. Only the size of the beef is different. Steaming bowls of onion soup appear in front of us and Draco's eyes seem to shimmer through the cloud as it drifts up toward the ceiling. Narcissa has a small sad smile as she delicately sips from her spoon. A loaf of sliced bread appears in the center of the table and serves itself to each of us. I love to have bread with my soup so I dig in.

"Draco, your father and I wanted to give you something when you turned 18. I don't know if you'll want it now, though." Narcissa bites her lip and looks at me. "I don't know if it's appropriate, now…"

"Why wouldn't it be appropriate?" I ask taking the delicious liquid into my mouth.

"The Malfoy Coat of Arms on a ring…might be gauche when worn by the slave of the Savior of the Wizarding World." She says simply as she continues to sip her soup.

I roll my eyes and swallow before saying, "Narcissa, he hardly leaves the house. As long as the inquisitors don't see it, I don't have a problem with it."

"I'll keep it in the box with the clippings, Mother; nobody but you, me and Harry will see it. Thank you." Draco says. I can see his eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

She nods graciously as our empty bowls disappear and are replaced with dishes of sliced beef. More bread appears and serves itself once again. "Another gift we'd wanted to give you was a portrait of us. So you'd always have us with you but as you probably haven't even got your own room…"

"He doesn't need his own room, but I would give him a small one to keep his things in if he wants it. And I'll allow a portrait of you, but not Lucius unless it's a miniature. He was an evil bastard and will never have a place in my home." I harden my voice to sound commanding while drizzling gravy over my meat.

"I understand, Harry; thank you for allowing a miniature, though. I really would like that." Draco says with a soft look on his face.

"You're welcome, but keep it hidden and don't ever let me see it, please, Draco." I tell him brushing his arm with my hand. "I won't deny you much… because I do love you…but there are just some things I refuse to allow."

"Quite understandable, Harry," Narcissa nods. "Do you think there will ever be a way out of this slavery thing… at least, the public one?" She adds with a blush.

"I don't see how, Narcissa. I'll keep researching, but I just don't see how." I sigh and we finish the meal in relative quiet.

"Master Harry, Sir? Is it time?" Kreacher asks excitedly.

"Yes, Kreacher, please bring out dessert." I smirk; amused at the enthusiasm the elf has shown for this meal.

Draco's mother sings the 'Happy Birthday' song with me as Kreacher brings out a large plate towering with chocolate brownies. "I asked Inky to make them special for our 'Dragon'."

"Mum! Must you use that childish nickname?" He chides her, but I can see amused embarrassment in his eyes as he takes one from the pile.

"It's what I've always called you, Draco. I'll not stop now." She smirks allowing Kreacher to pour tea into her cup. "Did Harry not know that one?"

"No, I didn't… I may have to tease him about it later." I wink as soon as our eyes meet over the elf's head.

I hear a soft sigh as he shivers lightly.

We each have a few brownies before Narcissa reaches into her purse and pulls out Draco's gifts. I personally re-enlarge the portrait of her while Draco places the ring on his right ring-finger and slips the miniature of his father into the box with the clippings.

"Master Harry, Sir? These gifts arrived by floo earlier today. They're addressed to Mr. Malfoy, Sir." Kreacher informs me as the wrapped packages float in through the door.

"At least one is from 'Mione." I tell Draco as he rips into the first one.

"Well, what is it Draco?" Narcissa asks, trying to see into the box.

"It's… It's a…" He stammers.

I look into the box. I fight the urge to laugh. Ron had sent a small collection of sex toys. "Kreacher, place this box in my room. Go on, Draco."

Hermione gave him a book on the subject of Dragons. Molly Weasley had sent a nice thick pair of wool socks with a capital D on the cuff. I wonder how she knew it was his birthday.

The other box was really from me, and I didn't think his mum needed to see it. Not that she'd needed to see the sex toys, but I'd bought him a few pairs of nipple rings and a leash and collar set. "Narcissa, the last gift is rather private, so…"

"Of course, Harry. Draco, my darling, I hope the rest of your day made up for this morning's horrendous event." She says giving him a hug. "Happy birthday, Dragon."

"Thank you, Mum…thanks for everything." Draco whispers, tears once again making his eyes shine.

"You're very welcome, and I'll see you next month." She says, holding out her hand to me.

I shake it. "May I send Kreacher to learn the recipe for those brownies?"

Narcissa smiles, "Of course, Harry! Inky will be delighted to teach him!" She turns and walks out the door.

"Draco, this last one is from me. It's something I want to see you in." I whisper as I open the box for him. "It's spelled so unless I deactivate the spells only you and I can see it." I pull out the platinum collar. "Do you know what this is?"

"A c-collar…with a D-ring; it's gorgeous, Master. Will you put it on me now?" He asks in wonder.

I nod and, as soon as he kneels again, I click the lock into place. "The lock only responds to this key. The Alohomora spell won't work on it. I also got a leash to go with it."

"A leash?" Draco asks.

"Yes, I suppose you could say I've got a pet dragon…" I smirk as I pull the leather leash out of the box.

He blushes while I clip the leash in place and tug lightly until he follows me to my room on his knees as always.

I love his obedient nature.

He stands when I tell him to and waits for instructions.

"The other things in that box are nipple rings that you will occasionally switch out with these, but that's not important right now. I want you, Draco. I want to fuck my dragon with that collar on." I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth and unclipping the leash from his collar.

He moans loudly and waits for my signals to tell him what I want.

I drag my lips across his cheek and nip at the lobe of his ear. "You behaved so well for me today, Dragon…You were focused on me the whole time Umbridge was here… He had nothing to say regarding your submission to me. He just watched you respond to my cane and my words…my touch…" I walk around his body and kiss the spot where I'd marked him. "You were a paragon, Draco. You even behaved well during the piercing… You were beautiful to begin with, my lovely dragon, but your nipples look amazingly better with those silver rings through them." I pinch his ass, making him squeal, and move to face him again. "And although your behavior during your 'Mummy's' visit was also spectacular, I could've sworn you almost called me 'Master' in front of her." I pause and look him over for a few moments. "Remove the outer layer of clothing, Dragon."

He slowly strips down to the panties.

"What would 'Mummy' have said if she knew you'd been wearing those? Would she have been as cordial to me if she knew? Or would she have been appalled?" I smirk. "Answer me, Dragon."

"Appalled, Master." He whimpers.

"Then I think it shall be mandatory for you to wear women's undies during every visit with 'Mummy'." I grin.

"Yes, Master…" Draco pants.

"Now, Dragon…I want you to crawl to the piece of furniture in the mirrored corner there." I say, stepping away from him. The undies ride into his ass crack as he moves but I just smile and follow him to the bench. He gets on it and taking hold of the chain hanging above him, I clip it to the D-ring. "What's great about this collar is that I can tell it how many D-rings I want…and it only responds to my wand." I wave my wand at it and say, 'four', unsurprised when three more D-rings pop into existence. When I pick up three more chains and clip them into place, Draco's head is firmly held in place while I have his whole body at my whim. I use the attached cuffs to hold his hands where they belong and fondle his luscious body. "Gorgeous…" I hiss, ripping the undies off and slapping his ass lightly.

He gasps from surprise.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and fast now, Dragon…but perhaps later, I'll make love to you." I leer grabbing the lubricant and applying it liberally to his hole. "I want to hear you…Need to hear you, Draco." I say as I push two fingers into him.

"Mmmm! Ooh, Master, yes! Oh! Please, Master… Fuck me, please?" He begs under me.

I smile and wipe my hands quickly before placing the head of my cock at his entrance and pushing into him. "Yes, my beautiful dragon…You're a gorgeous caged beast aren't you? I love being the one to…handle…you." I whisper as I sink into him. When I'm balls deep and he's whining, I grin into the mirror and move smoothly in and out to the sounds of his moans. I reach under him and twist the rings in his nipples lightly.

He cries out as I hit his prostate and tease his nipples at once. "M-Master, please!"

His pleas spur me to move faster inside him, so I reach under his body and take hold of his cock. I begin jerking him and squeezing him. Too soon, I shout his name and a command for him to cum. As I fill his ass, I feel him clench around my cock. He milks me dry and once I'm spent, I remove myself from his body and use my wand to tell the collar I don't want any D-rings before carrying him to the bed.

Later in the night, Draco wriggles in my embrace, waking me from slumber. He whines and then gets up.

I hear him use the loo and then rejoin me. I take hold of him as he attempts to get back in bed.

He squeaks my name as I pull him under me.

"Keep your eyes on me, Draco." I say quietly.

He nods frantically.

"You're so soft and lovely, Draco. I can't seem to get enough of you…" I whisper, kissing him between words. "So it's a good thing you're mine…all mine." I rub both our cocks with lubricant and rub them against each other.

His moan makes my already hardening cock become a steel rod.

"I'm going to make love to you now, my darling Dragon…" I can tell that my soft words affect him.

"Please…" He whispers in a strangled voice.

My lips travel over his body- not teasingly- lovingly. I kiss and lick his skin softly and enticingly. His body responds to me as if it had been made only for me. His moans and whimpers were meant for my ears alone. I lubricate his asshole and massage it for a moment before pushing into him. I move slowly and deliberately in and out of his opening. His eyes never leave my face as I make slow, sweet love to him. Tears flow from his eyes at the intensity of our coupling and, as soon as we reach the precipice, I hear us call out each others names.

We must've fallen asleep because the next thing I know, I'm awakened roughly and hear Kreacher yelling to stay out of 'Master Harry's bedroom.

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