Maid and Master
Title: Maid and Master
Author: Me-- darsied
Summary: Lucius Malfoy saves Harry from Voldemort during the war creating a bond between the two wizards. 6 Years after the Dark Lord's defeat Lucius wants repayment for this deed which involves a very angry Malfoy in a maid outfit. Top!Harry and Bottom!Draco
Genres: AU, Fluff, Humour, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, OC, Het, Major Fluff, Sexual Content, Fetish, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: Not mine, this is just for fun! Disregards book 6...Sirius is alive.
Chapters: 2
Completed: No
Word Count: 1589
Don't expect such quick updates like this. I'm working on chapter 3 now but I'm a busy young women AND crew season starts in less than 2 weeks so that will consume my life and make it very hard to write. Anyone know a good beta by the way or maybe is one and wants to help? If so please say so and I will love you forever and send you cookies and kisses and lots of H/D smut!
Chapter 2 - The Release
Since Draco had left Harry 2 years ago, Harry’s anger, which was once controllable unless severely provoked, turned into a ticking time bomb. Hermione, seeing that Remus’s and Sirius’s Manor was being torn to shreds every time Harry was aggravated (which was quite often lately), knew that something had to be done. So he was introduced to Yoga.
The two had set up their mats outside in the manor gardens where the cool air and spacious surroundings helped calm and sooth Harry’s rage. Hermione taught him how to breathe whenever he felt his pulse quicken. She taught him how to stretch and relax to rid himself of his anger instead of throwing books, and sometimes bookcases across rooms.
This method of calming Harry worked quite well when Remus noticed that no more smashed potted plants were found around the house. Sirius and Ron were able to play around with Harry normally again, even when he was the bud of their pranks. All was well in the Manor.
But you were not allowed to talk about Draco Malfoy.
Hermione had discovered this while she was staying for dinner one night. She had said his name almost as nonchalantly as, “Can you pass the butter?” Harry, however, sprung up from his chair coughing wildly on the piece of asparagus he had inhaled during Hermione’s speech and, once he had recovered from his coughing fit, banged his fist against the table and shouted, “Shut up! Don’t talk about him. I don’t want to ever hear you say his name again.” He then excused himself from the table only to be found later, brooding by the fire.
Once while Ron had gotten Harry pissed, Harry let him in on one of his little secrets. “You know Ron, I blame him for all of this madness. I blame him ‘cause if he had never left we’d be married now and I’d be happy. But he’s gone and I hate life.” Harry didn’t need to mention who exactly “him” was. Ron knew that when the word married was said it couldn’t be anyone but Draco.
Ron shared this tidbit with the rest of the Manor’s occupants and they discussed it quietly amongst themselves. They came up with two reasons for Harry’s sudden lack of anger management. Harry hated the world for ruining his relationship with Draco, and he was sexually frustrated. No amount of Yoga was going to do anything about those two feelings.
So Harry’s four friends took him out of the Manor as often as possible to every party and club around. But Harry never brought anyone home. Eventually everyone stopped trying. If Harry couldn’t have Draco he’d have no one. But Draco had been gone for 2 years now and Harry had all but lost hope on ever seeing him again.
This would explain why Harry was unable to speak while he stared dumbly at Draco, who writhed and screamed on the floor. Lucius cleared his throat, but when Harry showed no sign of hearing, he whacked him on the head with his cane. Harry jumped and stared at the older Malfoy for less than a second before running around the side of his desk and dropping before Draco.
“Draco! Baby, what are you doing? Stop it. Draco, please!” Harry whispered, suddenly unable to get enough breath to talk normally. His heart raced inside his chest, hitting his rib cage painfully, each thud rung in his ears. Draco wasn’t having it though and he pushed himself away from Harry.
“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” he screamed. Harry noticed that there was no longer rage behind his glassy eyes but fear. His heart stilled for a moment at the realization that Draco was scared of him.
“Draco…please…” Harry whispered, his voice hoarse from shock and heart wrenching hope at seeing his runaway fiancé.
It was so sudden that neither Harry nor Lucius reacted at first. They simply stared at where Draco had once been.
“Draco!” Lucius roared when he had gotten over the initial alarm and he stormed after his now fleeing son.
“No! No he’s getting away from me again. No!” Harry’s mind screamed over and over again. With a sudden jolt Harry threw himself after the two wizards. The adrenaline pumping through his veins helped carry his legs through the manor as he chased after Lucius who could be heard screaming after his son.
“I can’t let him get outside. He’ll Apparate once outside. Don’t let him outside!” His mind was on full panic mode at the prospect of losing Draco again. He had been so close, Draco’s body heat still staining Harry’s finger tips where they had laid against his arm earlier.
Harry turned the corner to see Lucius standing over a very still Draco, livid.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy you are in so much trouble. If you weren’t too old I’d put you over my knee and paddle your hide! But, as of now, you are not my responsibility anymore.” He looked up at Harry, smoothing his hair back, calming himself and his breathing.
“Potter.” Harry did not look up from where Draco was now perfectly straight on the floor.
“What have you done to him?” Harry asked, his brow crinkling in concern as he kneeled beside Draco. He placed his hand on Draco’s black clothed shoulder and stared deeply into Draco’s panicking eyes.
“Full Body Bind. You don’t actually think I would do anything to hurt him? My god, you think I’m that evil. Well, I am, mind you, but he’s my son for Merlin’s sake.”
“Take it off of him.” With Draco’s eyes nearly bulging out of his head from rage and fear, the long suppressed need for Harry to protect his lover increased 10 fold. His grip tightened around the paralyzed arm of Draco and he glared at Lucius who looked slightly amused.
“Really? You think I should release him only to have him slip through your fingers once again?” Harry only continued to stare with icy eyes but knew that Lucius was right; Draco would try to escape again if the spell was taken off. But why? Why was he trying to go? What had Harry done that would cause that look of fear to consume Draco’s eyes?
“What did you mean he’s not your responsibility anymore? And why is he dressed like this? What are you playing at Lucius?” Harry’s neck was starting to ache from staring up at Lucius, but he refused to waver. .
“Your darling fiancé has been hiding from you for the past 2 years in Paris. Staying with some friends and getting over you were his words.” Harry inwardly flinched at this last comment. The idea of Draco not returning his love was…well wasn’t worth thinking about. It hurt too much. “This, however, is a complete and utter lie. He was in Paris, yes, but you have reduced him to such a dependent and whiney whore that those 2 years were filled with tantrums just like the one you witnessed earlier. He was clearly not getting over the relationship you two shared. No Malfoy is to act in such a childish and demeaning way. You’re going to fix him, Potter, because this. Is. All. Your. Fault!” Each word was punctuated with a stomp of his cane and the once calm eyes were now staring murderously at Harry.
“My fault? How is this-“
“Please, Potter. You spoiled him, worse then his mother sometimes, your awful pet names that you insist on using, and the visible difference between who is in control of this relationship.”
“So why the outfit?” Harry yelled, appalled by Lucius’s words that not only insulted his own son but held some truth. Harry had spoiled Draco. Harry did have a power over Draco that no other man alive possessed and yet, Draco had just as much control over Harry. Harry was just as dependent on Draco as Draco was on him.
“If Draco is going to act like the submissive little bitch that you turned him into, then he will wear exactly what that role entails. He is your slave, your woman, and until he is ready to grow up and be a man, I release my son from my care and give him to you.”
Harry was speechless. A crazed look had gone into Draco’s eyes which were now glazed over and staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Lucius let out a low humph and declared in a clear drawl, “I release you, Harry Potter, from your life debt.”
Harry felt the magical ties that had connected himself to Lucius for so long loosen and a weight he did not know he was bearing lift form his chest.
Walking down the hall with his usual arrogant swagger that reminded Harry of Draco, Lucius turned around before disappearing behind the corner.
“Draco, when you are ready to admit to your disgraceful behavior and act with the poise and decorum that the Malfoy name stands for, you may return home, where I’m sure your mother will be happy to plan yours and Potter’s wedding. I’ll let myself out seeing as Potter looks like he might be sick.”
Author: Me-- darsied
Summary: Lucius Malfoy saves Harry from Voldemort during the war creating a bond between the two wizards. 6 Years after the Dark Lord's defeat Lucius wants repayment for this deed which involves a very angry Malfoy in a maid outfit. Top!Harry and Bottom!Draco
Genres: AU, Fluff, Humour, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, OC, Het, Major Fluff, Sexual Content, Fetish, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: Not mine, this is just for fun! Disregards book 6...Sirius is alive.
Chapters: 2
Completed: No
Word Count: 1589
Don't expect such quick updates like this. I'm working on chapter 3 now but I'm a busy young women AND crew season starts in less than 2 weeks so that will consume my life and make it very hard to write. Anyone know a good beta by the way or maybe is one and wants to help? If so please say so and I will love you forever and send you cookies and kisses and lots of H/D smut!
Chapter 2 - The Release
Since Draco had left Harry 2 years ago, Harry’s anger, which was once controllable unless severely provoked, turned into a ticking time bomb. Hermione, seeing that Remus’s and Sirius’s Manor was being torn to shreds every time Harry was aggravated (which was quite often lately), knew that something had to be done. So he was introduced to Yoga.
The two had set up their mats outside in the manor gardens where the cool air and spacious surroundings helped calm and sooth Harry’s rage. Hermione taught him how to breathe whenever he felt his pulse quicken. She taught him how to stretch and relax to rid himself of his anger instead of throwing books, and sometimes bookcases across rooms.
This method of calming Harry worked quite well when Remus noticed that no more smashed potted plants were found around the house. Sirius and Ron were able to play around with Harry normally again, even when he was the bud of their pranks. All was well in the Manor.
But you were not allowed to talk about Draco Malfoy.
Hermione had discovered this while she was staying for dinner one night. She had said his name almost as nonchalantly as, “Can you pass the butter?” Harry, however, sprung up from his chair coughing wildly on the piece of asparagus he had inhaled during Hermione’s speech and, once he had recovered from his coughing fit, banged his fist against the table and shouted, “Shut up! Don’t talk about him. I don’t want to ever hear you say his name again.” He then excused himself from the table only to be found later, brooding by the fire.
Once while Ron had gotten Harry pissed, Harry let him in on one of his little secrets. “You know Ron, I blame him for all of this madness. I blame him ‘cause if he had never left we’d be married now and I’d be happy. But he’s gone and I hate life.” Harry didn’t need to mention who exactly “him” was. Ron knew that when the word married was said it couldn’t be anyone but Draco.
Ron shared this tidbit with the rest of the Manor’s occupants and they discussed it quietly amongst themselves. They came up with two reasons for Harry’s sudden lack of anger management. Harry hated the world for ruining his relationship with Draco, and he was sexually frustrated. No amount of Yoga was going to do anything about those two feelings.
So Harry’s four friends took him out of the Manor as often as possible to every party and club around. But Harry never brought anyone home. Eventually everyone stopped trying. If Harry couldn’t have Draco he’d have no one. But Draco had been gone for 2 years now and Harry had all but lost hope on ever seeing him again.
This would explain why Harry was unable to speak while he stared dumbly at Draco, who writhed and screamed on the floor. Lucius cleared his throat, but when Harry showed no sign of hearing, he whacked him on the head with his cane. Harry jumped and stared at the older Malfoy for less than a second before running around the side of his desk and dropping before Draco.
“Draco! Baby, what are you doing? Stop it. Draco, please!” Harry whispered, suddenly unable to get enough breath to talk normally. His heart raced inside his chest, hitting his rib cage painfully, each thud rung in his ears. Draco wasn’t having it though and he pushed himself away from Harry.
“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” he screamed. Harry noticed that there was no longer rage behind his glassy eyes but fear. His heart stilled for a moment at the realization that Draco was scared of him.
“Draco…please…” Harry whispered, his voice hoarse from shock and heart wrenching hope at seeing his runaway fiancé.
It was so sudden that neither Harry nor Lucius reacted at first. They simply stared at where Draco had once been.
“Draco!” Lucius roared when he had gotten over the initial alarm and he stormed after his now fleeing son.
“No! No he’s getting away from me again. No!” Harry’s mind screamed over and over again. With a sudden jolt Harry threw himself after the two wizards. The adrenaline pumping through his veins helped carry his legs through the manor as he chased after Lucius who could be heard screaming after his son.
“I can’t let him get outside. He’ll Apparate once outside. Don’t let him outside!” His mind was on full panic mode at the prospect of losing Draco again. He had been so close, Draco’s body heat still staining Harry’s finger tips where they had laid against his arm earlier.
Harry turned the corner to see Lucius standing over a very still Draco, livid.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy you are in so much trouble. If you weren’t too old I’d put you over my knee and paddle your hide! But, as of now, you are not my responsibility anymore.” He looked up at Harry, smoothing his hair back, calming himself and his breathing.
“Potter.” Harry did not look up from where Draco was now perfectly straight on the floor.
“What have you done to him?” Harry asked, his brow crinkling in concern as he kneeled beside Draco. He placed his hand on Draco’s black clothed shoulder and stared deeply into Draco’s panicking eyes.
“Full Body Bind. You don’t actually think I would do anything to hurt him? My god, you think I’m that evil. Well, I am, mind you, but he’s my son for Merlin’s sake.”
“Take it off of him.” With Draco’s eyes nearly bulging out of his head from rage and fear, the long suppressed need for Harry to protect his lover increased 10 fold. His grip tightened around the paralyzed arm of Draco and he glared at Lucius who looked slightly amused.
“Really? You think I should release him only to have him slip through your fingers once again?” Harry only continued to stare with icy eyes but knew that Lucius was right; Draco would try to escape again if the spell was taken off. But why? Why was he trying to go? What had Harry done that would cause that look of fear to consume Draco’s eyes?
“What did you mean he’s not your responsibility anymore? And why is he dressed like this? What are you playing at Lucius?” Harry’s neck was starting to ache from staring up at Lucius, but he refused to waver. .
“Your darling fiancé has been hiding from you for the past 2 years in Paris. Staying with some friends and getting over you were his words.” Harry inwardly flinched at this last comment. The idea of Draco not returning his love was…well wasn’t worth thinking about. It hurt too much. “This, however, is a complete and utter lie. He was in Paris, yes, but you have reduced him to such a dependent and whiney whore that those 2 years were filled with tantrums just like the one you witnessed earlier. He was clearly not getting over the relationship you two shared. No Malfoy is to act in such a childish and demeaning way. You’re going to fix him, Potter, because this. Is. All. Your. Fault!” Each word was punctuated with a stomp of his cane and the once calm eyes were now staring murderously at Harry.
“My fault? How is this-“
“Please, Potter. You spoiled him, worse then his mother sometimes, your awful pet names that you insist on using, and the visible difference between who is in control of this relationship.”
“So why the outfit?” Harry yelled, appalled by Lucius’s words that not only insulted his own son but held some truth. Harry had spoiled Draco. Harry did have a power over Draco that no other man alive possessed and yet, Draco had just as much control over Harry. Harry was just as dependent on Draco as Draco was on him.
“If Draco is going to act like the submissive little bitch that you turned him into, then he will wear exactly what that role entails. He is your slave, your woman, and until he is ready to grow up and be a man, I release my son from my care and give him to you.”
Harry was speechless. A crazed look had gone into Draco’s eyes which were now glazed over and staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Lucius let out a low humph and declared in a clear drawl, “I release you, Harry Potter, from your life debt.”
Harry felt the magical ties that had connected himself to Lucius for so long loosen and a weight he did not know he was bearing lift form his chest.
Walking down the hall with his usual arrogant swagger that reminded Harry of Draco, Lucius turned around before disappearing behind the corner.
“Draco, when you are ready to admit to your disgraceful behavior and act with the poise and decorum that the Malfoy name stands for, you may return home, where I’m sure your mother will be happy to plan yours and Potter’s wedding. I’ll let myself out seeing as Potter looks like he might be sick.”