Maid and Master
I have this posted at thehexfiles.net but decided to do it here too. Just for my own pleasure.
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: 1
Completed: No
Word Count: 1306
“Master Potter, there are two men waiting for you in the parlor. Should I show them in?”
Harry stared at Alfred for a moment and crinkled his brow. He was sure that no one was scheduled to see him today. He had made sure no one was. “Who are they?” he questioned leaning back in the leather rolly chair. “Well sir, the older one refused to tell me. He said that he was not here to speak with servants but with you. I could not get him to tell me anything else.”
“Hmm…” Harry hummed running the palm of his right hand up and down his cheek. He knew it couldn’t be the press, they had stopped coming after the fire incident two months ago. Most of the Death Eaters were dead or locked away in Azkaban and the wards would have gone off if there were indeed Dark wizards or witches lurking about. “Well, I believe that we should at least check-“
“Get away from me you dratted elf. Potter, open this door immediately.” A loud bang had started on the oak door, “You owe me Potter! This is beyond rude for you to treat a fellow veteran this way and I will not leave till you see me!
Harry’s eyes went wide as he realized just who was behind that door. Oh no. “Open the door, Alfie,” he said pushing himself up to his desk and sitting straighter in his chair. If he was going to have to face this man he would face him with as much poise and balance that that asshole walked around with.
Once the door was pulled open, a very angry Lucius Malfoy stood there, his grey eyes staring icily at Harry who only managed to glare back. It was one thing to kill the greatest Dark Lord of all time, but Malfoy was a very scary man. Harry cleared his throat when Lucius showed no signs of starting the conversation and smoothed his fingers over the large desk.
“Lucius, how wonderful to see you.” Oh no oh no oh no.
“Mr. Potter, I am seriously displeased. It has been almost 6 years since the war ended and yet still the wards are up. It took me 3 hours to get through and when I finally did, I was bombarded by house elves who tried repeatedly to kick me out. After many Stupefy Spells I find myself outside your office where this evil Mudblood decides to interrogate me as if he were an Auror. I have had my share of those Muggle lovers to last me for quite some time, so if you could be so kind as to offer me some tea and a place to sit, I will consider not hexing you through the floor!” By the end of this tirade, Lucius was breathing heavily and clutching his snake headed cane. Harry’s eyes darted to Alfred who nodded and left the room.
“I’m very sorry, Lucius. You could have rung the bell outside the court walls. It would have saved you time and me my house elves.”
“Had I known about the bell-“ Harry held up his hand and gave a small smile. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk.
“Please sit. The tea will be here momentarily.” Lucius sat, resting his cane between his legs. He stared at Harry, his eyes like snake slits.
“What is the point, Potter, of having a Mudblood do all of these chores when you have half a dozen house elves at your disposal?”
“Alfie is a friend in need of work. But this is not why you have come to see me, is it?” Harry smiled again and leaned forward, scooting his chair closer to the desk. Oh god, what does he want? Malfoy Senior cleared his throat. “Not before tea. Have you no manners? Ah yes, you were raised by Muggles.”
Harry did not argue, but the vein at the side of his throat pulsed repeatedly. He leaned back and gripped the arms of his chair. Hermione’s words rang in his head, “Patience Harry, take a nice deep breathe…that’s it…calm…everything is all right.” He breathed in deeply through his nose.
“Alfred said there were two men outside. Where is your friend?”
“You will find out soon enough.” It seemed as if Harry would not be able to elicit any information before the tea arrived but his nerves were running thin. He had a feeling this was going to involve their bond. The two men stared at each other for the next five minutes, both refusing to move an inch and blinking only when their eyeballs screamed for moisture.
Finally, Alfred arrived with the tea.
They drank in silence, Malfoy taking his time while Harry gulped down the liquid. Harry played with his spoon, mixing the bottom pile of soggy sugar, and waited with bated breath. He looked up expectantly when Lucius stood.
“As you may remember, Mr. Potter, you and I share a very special relationship.”
“I know,” Harry interrupted. Lucius looked at him with an annoyed expression. He was always one for the dramatics.
“And as you know because of this relationship you are indebted to me. I have come to collect.”
“What do you want?” Harry had meant for his voice to be steady but, alas, it revealed his true emotions.
He was scared shitless.
Lucius could ask for anything. Harry wished more than ever that Voldemort had killed him before Lucius decided to switch sides. Or at least that someone else had saved him. Lucius had held this over Harry’s head for too long and Harry knew that whatever this man wanted it would be malicious, cruel and evil. He may have changed sides during the war but it did not change his very Slytherin personality.
Harry noticed that Lucius was smiling. Oh no oh no oh no oh no.
“I want you to take my son…and discipline him. Draco? Get in here.” Lucius called out to his son and after a few moments of silence, soft thuds on the wood floors, the office door swinging open and an uncharacteristic sniff coming from Draco Malfoy was heard. Harry’s heart almost jumped out of his throat.
His sweet, beautiful, lovely Draco was standing there with hurt and anger filling his puffy grey eyes. His angel, his baby, his cupcake was clutching the doorknob with such ferocity that Harry was surprised it wasn’t breaking off. Draco had not changed though.
In the years that the two had been apart Draco remained the same. His hair was as long as it always was barely touching his shoulders, yet it looked as if Draco had been pulling on it. His smooth marble skin was blotchy and red and streaked with dried tears, yet it retained its milky complexion. Sweet, plump, red lips were pushed into a familiar pout. When Harry and Draco locked eyes, Draco let out a wail, shoved the door open where it hit the wall with a loud clatter and proceeded to throw the scariest tantrum Harry had ever witnessed.
Draco threw himself on the floor screaming and kicking and throwing his arms and legs about. He kicked the seat his father was once occupying and moaned threw a choked howl, “I won’t do it Father! You can’t make me! I hate him! I WON’T DO IT!” A fresh bout of tears streamed down his face and he began to pull at his clothing with feverish hands. It was then that Harry noticed what Draco was wearing.
A very French, a very small and a very arousing maid’s uniform.
Oh yes.
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: 1
Completed: No
Word Count: 1306
“Master Potter, there are two men waiting for you in the parlor. Should I show them in?”
Harry stared at Alfred for a moment and crinkled his brow. He was sure that no one was scheduled to see him today. He had made sure no one was. “Who are they?” he questioned leaning back in the leather rolly chair. “Well sir, the older one refused to tell me. He said that he was not here to speak with servants but with you. I could not get him to tell me anything else.”
“Hmm…” Harry hummed running the palm of his right hand up and down his cheek. He knew it couldn’t be the press, they had stopped coming after the fire incident two months ago. Most of the Death Eaters were dead or locked away in Azkaban and the wards would have gone off if there were indeed Dark wizards or witches lurking about. “Well, I believe that we should at least check-“
“Get away from me you dratted elf. Potter, open this door immediately.” A loud bang had started on the oak door, “You owe me Potter! This is beyond rude for you to treat a fellow veteran this way and I will not leave till you see me!
Harry’s eyes went wide as he realized just who was behind that door. Oh no. “Open the door, Alfie,” he said pushing himself up to his desk and sitting straighter in his chair. If he was going to have to face this man he would face him with as much poise and balance that that asshole walked around with.
Once the door was pulled open, a very angry Lucius Malfoy stood there, his grey eyes staring icily at Harry who only managed to glare back. It was one thing to kill the greatest Dark Lord of all time, but Malfoy was a very scary man. Harry cleared his throat when Lucius showed no signs of starting the conversation and smoothed his fingers over the large desk.
“Lucius, how wonderful to see you.” Oh no oh no oh no.
“Mr. Potter, I am seriously displeased. It has been almost 6 years since the war ended and yet still the wards are up. It took me 3 hours to get through and when I finally did, I was bombarded by house elves who tried repeatedly to kick me out. After many Stupefy Spells I find myself outside your office where this evil Mudblood decides to interrogate me as if he were an Auror. I have had my share of those Muggle lovers to last me for quite some time, so if you could be so kind as to offer me some tea and a place to sit, I will consider not hexing you through the floor!” By the end of this tirade, Lucius was breathing heavily and clutching his snake headed cane. Harry’s eyes darted to Alfred who nodded and left the room.
“I’m very sorry, Lucius. You could have rung the bell outside the court walls. It would have saved you time and me my house elves.”
“Had I known about the bell-“ Harry held up his hand and gave a small smile. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk.
“Please sit. The tea will be here momentarily.” Lucius sat, resting his cane between his legs. He stared at Harry, his eyes like snake slits.
“What is the point, Potter, of having a Mudblood do all of these chores when you have half a dozen house elves at your disposal?”
“Alfie is a friend in need of work. But this is not why you have come to see me, is it?” Harry smiled again and leaned forward, scooting his chair closer to the desk. Oh god, what does he want? Malfoy Senior cleared his throat. “Not before tea. Have you no manners? Ah yes, you were raised by Muggles.”
Harry did not argue, but the vein at the side of his throat pulsed repeatedly. He leaned back and gripped the arms of his chair. Hermione’s words rang in his head, “Patience Harry, take a nice deep breathe…that’s it…calm…everything is all right.” He breathed in deeply through his nose.
“Alfred said there were two men outside. Where is your friend?”
“You will find out soon enough.” It seemed as if Harry would not be able to elicit any information before the tea arrived but his nerves were running thin. He had a feeling this was going to involve their bond. The two men stared at each other for the next five minutes, both refusing to move an inch and blinking only when their eyeballs screamed for moisture.
Finally, Alfred arrived with the tea.
They drank in silence, Malfoy taking his time while Harry gulped down the liquid. Harry played with his spoon, mixing the bottom pile of soggy sugar, and waited with bated breath. He looked up expectantly when Lucius stood.
“As you may remember, Mr. Potter, you and I share a very special relationship.”
“I know,” Harry interrupted. Lucius looked at him with an annoyed expression. He was always one for the dramatics.
“And as you know because of this relationship you are indebted to me. I have come to collect.”
“What do you want?” Harry had meant for his voice to be steady but, alas, it revealed his true emotions.
He was scared shitless.
Lucius could ask for anything. Harry wished more than ever that Voldemort had killed him before Lucius decided to switch sides. Or at least that someone else had saved him. Lucius had held this over Harry’s head for too long and Harry knew that whatever this man wanted it would be malicious, cruel and evil. He may have changed sides during the war but it did not change his very Slytherin personality.
Harry noticed that Lucius was smiling. Oh no oh no oh no oh no.
“I want you to take my son…and discipline him. Draco? Get in here.” Lucius called out to his son and after a few moments of silence, soft thuds on the wood floors, the office door swinging open and an uncharacteristic sniff coming from Draco Malfoy was heard. Harry’s heart almost jumped out of his throat.
His sweet, beautiful, lovely Draco was standing there with hurt and anger filling his puffy grey eyes. His angel, his baby, his cupcake was clutching the doorknob with such ferocity that Harry was surprised it wasn’t breaking off. Draco had not changed though.
In the years that the two had been apart Draco remained the same. His hair was as long as it always was barely touching his shoulders, yet it looked as if Draco had been pulling on it. His smooth marble skin was blotchy and red and streaked with dried tears, yet it retained its milky complexion. Sweet, plump, red lips were pushed into a familiar pout. When Harry and Draco locked eyes, Draco let out a wail, shoved the door open where it hit the wall with a loud clatter and proceeded to throw the scariest tantrum Harry had ever witnessed.
Draco threw himself on the floor screaming and kicking and throwing his arms and legs about. He kicked the seat his father was once occupying and moaned threw a choked howl, “I won’t do it Father! You can’t make me! I hate him! I WON’T DO IT!” A fresh bout of tears streamed down his face and he began to pull at his clothing with feverish hands. It was then that Harry noticed what Draco was wearing.
A very French, a very small and a very arousing maid’s uniform.
Oh yes.