Chapter 11- Epilogue
DPOV
The next few days pass in a blur of arguments and discussions as to what the members of the wizengamut want to hear and what they need to hear. I ask several times why it matters what they want to hear, but all I get for an answer is that if they don't hear what they want then they won't give me what I want. I don't think that's fair, but I suppose a lot of things in life aren't fair…are they?
Hermione helps us out a lot with that. She's really pulling for us. Once we all agree on the main points, I get a good night's sleep in Harry's arms confident that we have found the right way to express all of the changes that have taken place in my life.
The next morning, Harry decides to suspend my caning in light of the hearing. We use the floo network to get to HIS office where we are separated by many of HIS aurors. They solemnly escort me to my place in the center of the courtroom where I look around nervously, seeing Ron and Hermione, as well as the whole Weasley family. My mother is there too, but I don't see the one person I really want to see; the one person I'm desperate to see… HIM. This feels eerily like the first time I stood here.
The Minister asks for my recounting of the events that took place on my birthday and the day after.
I tell them everything…from the time Umbridge got to Grimauld Place to the moment Harry and I were taken to the hospital from Umbridge's estate…and I leave nothing out. By the time I'm done, the entire wizengamut knows how Umbridge acted, how my mother was allowed to visit me, how my father had asked Umbridge to keep me 'safe' from the ministry, how Harry and I feel about each other and what I want as my reward for saving HIM.
When I sit down, the Minister calls for Harry to testify.
HIS voice slowly soaks into every cell of both my mind and body. It's HIM! A shock rocks through my body as I turn my head in the direction of HIS voice to try to see HIM.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengamut, Minister Shacklebolt, Draco has behaved incredibly well since I took him into my home as a slave. Miss Hermione Granger very likely told you the nature of his slavery and I believe that the combination of that with his time in Azkaban as well as disassociation from his parents- his father, in particular -resulted in a drastic change of Draco's personality. He did not protest or fight the role I gave him. He did nothing to escape his fate. In fact, he found pleasure in pleasing me. When we were threatened, he even risked his own life to save me, when he could've just allowed Delmont Umbridge to kill or torture me." Harry speaks calmly and confidently. "Umbridge even offered me to Draco as a slave of his own. So many options were opened to him, but he chose to save me and escape Umbridge's estate with me. During said escape, I insist on mentioning that Draco did not use any dark magic."
"We are very glad to hear these words, Mr. Potter." Minister Shacklebolt replies with a perfectly composed expression. "Do you have nothing to say about Mr. Malfoy's actions during your school days or during the war? Is there anything else we need to know about before we settle this matter?"
"I must admit that I hold little rancor toward him since the things he did during the war kept him alive." HIS face softens as HE gazes at me. "In school, we had horrible fights but we're now able to recognize what really lies behind that: a passion so deep that we cannot be kept apart. Love does amazing things, Ladies and Gentlemen…It has transformed Draco and myself from schoolyard rivals to lovers of the most intense sort. I ask you to reward him with freedom from slavery. I ask you allow me to love him freely and publicly…and I ask you this not as the Savior of the Wizarding World or the Destroyer of Voldemort. I ask you to do this for me: Harry James Potter; private citizen and man in love." Tears flow down my face, as HE walks over to me and hands me HIS handkerchief.
We are escorted to a room to wait for the verdict but they call us back about five minutes later.
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter…The wizengamut has decided to grant you the requested reward on the condition that you be married here today and Mr. Malfoy takes Mr. Potter's name. The name of Malfoy will be abandoned there after; remembered only in the history books." The Minister intones solemnly.
A pang of loss hits me but I'll get over that. I'm publicly free to be with Harry. I've wanted to marry HIM for a while anyway, so I have no trouble accepting the conditions. To my delight, Harry also accepts and HE has a huge smile on HIS face as the minister conducts the wedding right on the spot. My mother stands next to me and Harry's friends take a place beside HIM. We take our vows right in the center of the courtroom where I'd once resigned myself to a lonely life in Azkaban Prison.
"I now pronounce you, Harry and Draco Potter." Minister Shacklebolt announces.
Our audience applauds as I am handed my wand and a spell in performed over our hands and we are told to kiss.
In our last public display of my submission, I let HIM begin and end our kiss…and melt into HIM.
The court is dismissed and this time when HE grips my wrist, I know HE'S taking me to our home instead of some strange place where I'll be in constant servitude… I stop and think to myself…Not that my role will really change that much and I don't want it to. I am still going to submit to HIM; it'll just be in private rather then public. Not only can I live with that, but I'll love it as much as I love HIM.
Months later…
I watch HIM walk with her. She's HIS best friend. She stuck with HIM from the beginning to the end of a war and now she's heading off on the endless adventure of marriage and HE'S escorting her to the man she wants to take that journey with.
Ron waits at the front of the large crowded tent staring into her eyes as she approaches.
Hermione is radiant in her loveliness today.
As soon as HE feels everyone's eyes on HIM, HE reaches up and fiddles with HIS tie.
I frown at HIM; I'd tied that tie for HIM just an hour ago and HE is messing it up.
HE smirks when HE sees me, but stops HIS fidgeting to place Hermione's hand in Ron's. When the ministry official asks 'who gives this woman', HE answers 'in lieu of her parents, I do'. Then HE steps into HIS place at Ron's side, to become 'best man'.
I'm stuck watching from a seat in the audience but I'm not unhappy because HE'S here with me and I know HE'LL be coming home with me too. The tent is a flurry of magic as the Weasley family transforms the furnishings into an elegant dining set for a hundred people or more. The introductions are made and I re-make the acquaintance of several former classmates while waiting for HIM to join me. Ginny was a bridesmaid and Harry has to dance with her once, but HE'D promised to only dance with me, Mrs. Weasley or Hermione after that.
Sighing impatiently, I walk to the bar and order a shot of fire-whiskey; my eyes and throat burn as it goes down. Behind me I feel a familiar heat as HE pushes HIS body up against mine.
"Now, now, Dragon…" HE whispers into my ear. "I don't want you getting drunk, darling. If you get drunk, I won't be able to enjoy fucking you."
His cock is hard and it finds the crevice of my ass quite easily. I almost moan in response but HIS husky voice quickly tells me that I am forbidden from drawing attention to us.
"No noise, Draco. We mustn't let anyone know what we're about…" HE says. "Ron said I could use his old room for a bit if I wanted, so you'll do us both the favor of slipping away in a few minutes and I'll meet you there soon; top floor. And Draco; I want you naked when I get there."
I nod and whisper back, "Yes, Sir."
HE moves away and I have to adjust myself before turning away from the bar.
Hermione smiles at me from her place at the head table. She motions for me to meet her on the dance floor, so I do. She hugs me saying, "Draco, I'm so happy that you're here as Harry's husband instead of slave. HE'S so happy and I love seeing my friends and family happy." We move to the music but I keep my eye on Harry.
HE smirks and approaches us. "May I cut in, Draco?"
I nod and kiss her hand before strolling out of the tent and into the Weasley's home. HE'D said 'top floor'… I'm pretty sure of it, so I climb the stairs and knock on the door. Nobody answers so I glance down the staircase before entering the room and undressing. Just as I'm about to remove my cherry-red lace thong, Master arrives.
"Stop!" HE commands. "Turn and face me…then kneel."
I do as commanded and once I'm in place, at HIS feet, HE smiles.
"Oh, Dragon…I so enjoy teasing you. Your current wardrobe is one of my favorite ways…you know that." HIS voice is rough with excitement as HE locks the door. "You're my little whore, aren't you, boy? You'll do anything for me; won't you?"
I nod frantically as my cock gets harder inside its lacey prison.
HE smirks and sits down on a chair after undressing. "Remove the thong and sit on my lap, little whore."
HIS words shock me but I perch on HIS knee. Not satisfied, HE pulls me into such a position that HIS cock is almost able to enter me. HE casts a spell and I feel like I'm being probed and lubricated. I whine as HE holds me still and whimper when HE lifts me up only to impale me quickly and pull me back onto HIS lap. HE conjures a mirror and places it in front of us telling me to watch what HE does. Next HE pulls my legs apart and uses magic to hold me open for HIS ministrations. I can't help my moans, as I watch HIM twist my nipple rings and take hold of my cock. I can do nothing as HE strokes the head of my prick with HIS thumb and tells me that I'm not allowed to cum until HE'S given me permission.
HIS hands run over my body and I get closer and closer to the edge, but HE seems to know when I get too close. HE stops often forcing me to beg. The pad of HIS thumb strokes lightly over the tip of my organ once more and it's too much; I beg and plead again to no avail, but this time HE bends me over the footstool and plows my ass hard.
"Do not cum until I've filled you, whore…" HE demands thrusting in and out at a frenzied pace. Suddenly HE thrusts all the way in and fills my hole with his juices. "Now you will cum for me." He says stroking my hard and needy cock. I whimper as HE tugs on my sensitive flesh and give in to HIS demand, covering HIS hand in cum. HE holds HIS hand in front of my face and I lick it clean as HE talks to me. "You know, whore, I've been fantasizing and I've pictured you on your knees for more then just me. I want to share you…would my whore like that?"
I close my eyes and see it too. I love knowing that HE'S at least as kinky as me. "Yes, Master."
"Who shall I share my whore with? Who would enjoy that sort of thing, Draco? Do you know anyone?" HE asks leering at me.
I know several people who'd be into this lifestyle. The first to come to mind slips out of my mouth before I can think straight. "My old friend, Blaise, used to share his lovers sometimes. He'd probably kill to see me like this."
"Hmmm, if I recall, he was quite handsome and not too abrasive…I may contact him." HE muses. "For now, let's calm you down and get back to the party, love. We'll continue this conversation later."
Smirking up at HIM, I can't help but think to myself how happy I am and how glad I am to know that my life will never get boring … at least not while I'm with HIM.
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