"Did you think you could escape me? You little brat?" Narcissa asks Draco, who keeps his head bowed. "You better not be pregnant. I will not have you mixing our genes with that peasant's."
"Yes mother," Draco feels pain. The pills Narcissa supplied him with make him feel drowsy and weak.
"Get ready." Narcissa says, sipping her drink, "The buyers are coming and I want you looking good. You better fetch a good price, whore."
"Yes, mother." Draco wants Harry. He wants the modest house they lived in together, after the wedding. He wants to feel good about himself, like Harry and his family made him feel.
"What are you waiting for?" Narcissa cocks her head to the side, "Undress already."
"I don't want to," Draco feels tears well up in his eyes, and there is nothing he can do to stop them. He knows she will just laugh at him. She hates him because he didn't turn out the way she wanted him to. He is a pathetic omega just like her, and he has a price, as she did in her youth.
"Is baby sad?" Narcissa cocks her head to the side mockingly, pouting a little.
Draco gasps when the alpha guards force him to undress, fondling him generously as they do.
"Don't soil the merchandise," Narcissa says carelessly as one of the guards caresses his bottom, his fingertips getting dangerously close to his hole. "Oh, what am I saying? He has already been soiled by that peasant." Now that Draco is no longer a virgin, it makes no difference if he is used by one alpha or twenty. "Just make sure you throw some cold water on him when you are done. Don't want the buyers smelling you on him. It's bad enough he went and got himself marked by that pathetic excuse for an alpha.
Harry feels Draco's fear, and his helplessness because he cannot wake the blond, who seems to be having a panic attack in his sleep. He keeps shaking the blond, making him cry out and fight his alpha. Desperate, Harry is forced to go to the bathroom and get a handful of icy water from the faucet. Draco wakes up, shocked and gasping.
"I am here," Harry says apologetically. "I am here, I am not going anywhere." He tells Draco as he takes him into his arms. He can tell that the blond is trying to control his sobs. He also knows that Draco knows that he is lying because he has to go to work today.
"Everything okay?" Remus and Sirius come downstairs, the alpha having smelled Draco's tears, fear, and panic. "What's wrong?" Remus coos and approaches Draco, who has his face buried in Harry's neck.
"He had a bad dream," Harry strokes Draco's hair, rock back and forth a little. "A very bad dream." He can tell because Draco is incoherent, not able to speak because of dread.
"Come here," Remus pulls Draco in his arms, rocking him similarly to Harry.
"No," Draco fights the other omega, "I want Harry."
"Harry has to go to work," Remus says sternly, but caringly. "He has a job, sweetie."
"I don't have to go…" Harry lets Draco pull him back into bed. "I can get Percy to cover for me." He is assigned to a ward today, and not the operating room.
"No," Sirius forces Harry to stand and pushes him toward the bathroom. "We will watch him. You have to go to work." He had to quit being a professor for his mate and child. Harry doesn't have to quit his dream career because a bunch of psychopaths is out to get his mate. They will have to go through Sirius first.
"It is my job to protect him." Harry gives his inconsolable mate a worried look. He can feel all of the fear and pain in his bond. His inner alpha is telling him to stay here and keep Draco company.
"It's your job to be a doctor," Remus says, stroking pretty blond hair. Draco has given up fighting him and has settled in his arms.
"I will page you the minute we need you," Sirius promises.
"He needs me." Harry wants to hold Draco and never let go. "I am strong and I can protect him."
"I am stronger," Sirius reminds Harry, "And his issues," He gestures to Draco who is curled up in Remus' lap, "Will be there when you come back home."
"Hey," Harry places a kiss on Draco's forehead, as he sits down again, "I will be back soon. Okay? I am only working eight hours today. Will you be okay?" If Draco tells him to stay, Harry will stay. There is no way he will leave his precious mate here, suffering alone.
"I am okay," Draco is awake enough to realize that it's morning, he is with Harry, and that his husband is going to work. He is safe and no one is going to hurt him for now. "Sorry," he looks up, his eyes bloodshot and teary.
"You don't have to apologize," Remus strokes Draco's hair some more, holding him like a child. "You had a nightmare."
"Draco has his medical exam for the court today." Harry looks at Sirius pleadingly. "I should be there."
"We will take him." Remus keeps a protective hold on Draco.
"Go to work, Harry," Sirius points toward the stairs. They may have had the boys sleep in the basement but their stuff hasn't been moved yet. "Shower and have a good day at work." At Harry's pause on his way upstairs, he stares at his son, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," Harry's response is resigned, even if his inner alpha is begging him to stay.
"Then you will go and help people as you usually do." Sirius' tone suggests this is not up to debate. "Thank you," He says when Harry obeys and leaves the well-furnished, luxurious basement in search of clean scrubs.
"Exam?" Draco sits up abruptly. "What exam?" To say omegas are not treated well during medical exams is an understatement. Draco had refused every time and his parents had not been able to force him. He had threatened to hurt himself, and they were afraid his body would be too scarred for his buyer.
"I am going with you, okay?" Remus knows these kinds of tests are degrading, but he plans to be in the room every second of it. "Your parents are trying to prove that you are not mated." The mark alone is so obvious, Remus doubts there is any need to do an invasive exam.
"Please don't make me do this." Draco pleads with the couple. "I will do anything. Please don't let them do anything to me." He has heard some horror stories about these exams from his fellow omegas. They are very humiliating. Also, he cannot have some stranger touching him now that his body belongs to Harry. He couldn't live with himself if that happened.
"We are not going to let them do anything to you," Remus reassures the blond, who is in tears again. "I am not going to leave you alone. Why don't you shower and we will go?"
"No," Sirius holds up a hand when Draco starts to get up, "It's better if he doesn't shower."
"For god's sake the boy is a mess," Remus wants to let the blond stand under soothing hot water, it will help with his anxiety.
"The boy is covered in Harry's scent," Sirius gestures to the messy bed the two omegas are sitting on.
"Oh," Remus makes a face and jumps off the bed, "Gross." His son had sex in this bed and he was sitting on it.
"Sorry," Draco runs a hand through his hair, just realizing he is completely naked under the thick blanket. He also likes the suggestion Sirius made. If he bathes, then all of the evidence of their coupling last night will disappear. Draco wants anyone who can smell him to know that he is taken and that Harry came inside him multiple times last night.
"This was supposed to be my man cave," Sirius says mournfully as Remus helps Draco off the bed, blanket and all. "I renovated this room for myself." He had to give up his basement, to keep his sanity after Harry mated. He supposes he will have to set up a man cave in Harry's now soon-to-be abandoned room.
"We can't have things anymore," Remus tells his husband after he orders him to get Draco's clothes from upstairs. "We are parents."
The doctor, like all the doctors Draco has seen, is an alpha. He was not allowed to go to the hospital Harry works at because that would be a conflict of interest. Also, he suspects this doctor was chosen by his parents. They pulled some strings to ensure an alpha on their payroll gets to examine Draco. "My name is Dr. Crouch, but," He smiles predatorily at Draco, "You can call me Barty. Please, undress." The tall, pale man with straw-colored hair looks at Draco as if having undressed him with his eyes already. He has a manic expression on his face which makes Draco want to run away from this room screaming.
"The hell he will." Remus crosses his arms, rolling his eyes when the alpha gives him a hateful look. "Don't make me get my husband in here." He threatens, making the young doctor recoil in fear. He just saw Sirius outside, and the look in his eyes was chilling even to him.
"I need to do an internal exam according to a court order," The doctor recovers quickly, "I have to do my job." He wants to see the blond with his legs spread. To see that sure to be delicious body for himself. It is sure to be a delectable sight.
"The hell you will." Remus feels Draco cower behind him. "He is not taking his clothes off unless you want to have your eyes gouged out."
"How am I supposed to confirm if the marriage was consummated or not?" The alpha is hell-bent on wanting to see Draco's body, "There are physical signs which I am supposed to note and document." He's got his phone ready to take pictures.
"Can I see that for a second?" Remus grabs the doctor's phone and chucks it out the window before the man has a chance to take it back. "Oh my god, how did that happen?"
"You bitch I am going to…" The doctor pauses in his insult when Sirius enters the exam room.
"Problem?" Sirius is an inch shorter than the doctor, but he makes the younger man cower.
"I think so," Remus crosses his arms. "Pervert was trying to take pictures."
"Was he?" Sirius cocks his head to the side, making the doctor shiver. "I hope you wanted to take a picture of the mark on Draco's neck."
"I have to examine his body." The alpha stands, confident. He doesn't care how frightening this wild-looking man is, he will stand his ground. He is a physician acting on behalf of the law and the Black family. If he gets to fondle the pretty blond with the long legs, and maybe get to take a look at his intimate areas and take some nude pictures of him to masturbate to later, what's wrong with that? The blond is properly mated, judging by the scent of his alpha all over his body. The doctor can even smell the husband's cum inside the blond, bitter and possessive, which takes away from the loveliness of his otherwise mouth-watering scent. If anything, his fear makes him smell even more charming to the doctor.
Barty never did find his mate, which is no matter to him. He has become used to the intense pain and neglect he feels as a result of not having his omega. Instead, he looks for any pleasure he can find in life, and that includes omega slaves. Through his affiliation with higher-ranking families of this country, he can keep the edge off, and keep what little sanity he's got left. He doesn't have a preference for what type of omega he wants, but he likes beautiful. Draco Malfoy is beautiful.
"Only if I can examine yours." Sirius rolls up his sleeves, making the alpha growl threateningly. "That is very cute, and I am flattered at the attention, but I will need you to sign these documents for our lawyer to use."
"Fuck off," The doctor glowers at Sirius, as he throws the signed document at his face. "I hope you lose." When the family auctions the blond, the doctor to buy the whore and that's when he will get his revenge. "I will see you again," He tells the omega, "Stay beautiful."
"It's okay," Remus pulls Draco, who is shivering violently, closer after the bastard has stormed out. "No one is going to touch you, okay? You are safe."
"I know him," Draco recognizes this man from one of his parents' functions. He doesn't know to what extent he is involved in his parents' schemes, but he has seen the alpha around, salivating at the sight of Draco and other omegas.
"Is he…" Sirius knows Remus is present, but he has to ask. "Is he who they are planning on selling you to?"
"What the fuck?" Remus says loudly, making Sirius shush him. He has sworn more in these past few days than he has his whole damn life. "Over my fucking dead body."
"They can arrange that." Sirius knows how well-connected his family and all the higher-level families of this country are. "Well?" he implores Draco to answer his question.
"Maybe," Draco will die before he admits it, but Remus' arms around him are incredibly comforting. A doctor cannot afford an omega sex slave. They can't pay the high price. They are upper-middle class at best, whereas having omegas for pleasure requires an elite bank account, with no limits. However, Crouch Jr. has ties with important families. What he lacks in money, he makes up for in connections through servitude and devotion. "He can have me," Draco admits, with much difficulty.
"You are not for sale." Remus feels offended on Harry's behalf. More importantly, he feels empathy for the young blond, trembling in his arms. No one should have to go through this crap. Unfortunately, most omegas deal with a lot of horrible disrespect and sorrow daily because as far as the law is concerned, they are not people, more like property. Remus is incredibly lucky because he got a kind, loving husband.
Realization dawns on Draco. Of course, Harry's parents don't want anyone to touch Draco. He is Harry's. They are guarding their son's property. In a sick way, he feels comforted knowing that the parents are not playing mind games with Draco. They are simply protecting what belongs to their beloved son. "Can we go home, now?"
Remus smiles at Sirius over Draco's shoulder. The boy just referred to their house as home. They may just make progress with the young sociopath just yet. "Sure we can." He doesn't let go of the boy, who looks as if he will keel over, pale and afraid.
Draco is incredibly grateful Harry's parents were here. If he was alone, he would have been raped repeatedly. "Thank you."
"Sure," Remus cannot sense Draco as Harry can, but he can tell that the boy is terrified. "I meant it when I said we are not going to let anyone take you, Draco." The law may see omegas as property, but it recognizes important things such as the mark. "I like having you around." The boy is like a sad ghost, afraid to speak or engage with Remus and Sirius, but he has single-handedly cured Harry's melancholia. "You brighten up the place." Draco may just be the most stunning person Remus has ever seen. He is so happy his son got such a lovely mate.
Draco is busy concentrating on keeping his emotions hidden from Harry. He knows their bond is strengthening, and that it is paramount that they understand each other and connect. However, Harry is an important doctor, and he cannot be running around like a chicken with his head cut off, because his mate is too much of a useless imbecile.
Sirius gives Draco a knowing look. He knows what the boy is doing. He wants to say something but knows Harry won't be able to function at work if he senses how hurt and scared Draco was today. It's why Sirius quit his job before he even started. He couldn't stand to block his emotions from Remus and vice versa. Not that there was much to block between them. The professorship is nowhere near as stressful as being a surgeon is. And Remus wasn't being stalked and harassed by a gang of psychopath rapists. He was home safe with their precious baby boy.
"It's time for bed now," Remus tells Draco, as he leads them out of this disgusting clinic which he has half a mind to destroy. "Draco," He stares into the blonde's exquisite eyes, less bloodshot and teary than from earlier. "You are free to burn this place to the ground."
Draco smiles despite himself, making Remus smile triumphantly because he made the younger omega feel less shitty, even if for a moment. "Why don't we go to bed and I feed you ice cream for dinner?" Remus fusses.
"Remus," Sirius warns his mate, who thinks that the cure to every problem is a good dessert. "We are all going to get diabetes."
"You won't." Remus smiles at his mate pettily, "You are on your own tonight."
"I can work on my new man cave," Sirius shrugs.