Bought And Paid For for chemical_haven
Title: Bought And Paid For
Author: silenceberry
Recipient: chemical_haven
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1,448
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, D/s, dub-con (if you squint), non-con.
Summary: Draco was purchased by none other than the Boy-Who-Lived.
Author's Notes: Chemical_haven, I hope I have captured what you wished :) And sorry for the lateness of your gift.
Draco had been sitting down in the prison cell waiting when he saw his father being escorted. His father passed him and with a nod his way he kept on walking, and the last thing he saw of him was his back just before the door closed with a bang.
After a week being in the cell he had started to hope that no one was going to claim him. Draco had seen his godfather being taken and, like his father, he too kept his head up, but he had smiled at Draco as he passed him and said, “everything will be fine.”
Draco sat down after seeing another of his friends being escorted; he had lost count of how many have come and gone and he was still waiting. He had just laid down when an Auror was standing by his cell door.
“Malfoy, let’s go.”
He got up, walked forward, and pushed his hands through the opening at the door as magical cuffs were put on.
He removed his hands, waited for the door to open and walked forward as he was taken by the elbow and escorted out of the cell blocks.
As he passed cells he noticed that he wasn’t the only one that was left there. He saw Gregory sitting down on the bed and when he saw him pass he only received a nod. He nodded back and turned away as he looked to the front, and like his father and godfather before, Draco kept his head up; never showing them any weakness.
“Stand there!”
Draco was shoved against the wall; his lip splitting as it made contact. He licked his lips and tasted blood and glowered at the Auror.
“What? Has no one treated you like the scumbag that you are?”
He laughed and punched Draco in the stomach, making him double over as he tried to take in some air.
“You want to know what happened to your precious father, Malfoy?”
Draco was about to spit on the Aurors face when a new voice intruded.
“I really hope, Mr. Russell, that you haven’t been mistreating my merchandise.”
“Sorry, Mr. Potter, Sir. No, I haven’t. He tripped and hit his face against the wall.”
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, he is ready to go.”
Draco looked up and saw none other than Potter. Oh, the fates must be laughing at him right about now. The Auror grabbed him from his elbow and embedded his nails against Draco’s skin as he pushed him forward.
He looked at Potter and sneered down at him. His arm was changed from one hand to another as they left Azkaban. He kept his sneer in place even though inside he was afraid. They apparated and arrived outside Malfoy Mansion. He looked at Potter, but he wasn’t really looking at him as he was dragged up the steps and stairs.
“Where is your room, Malfoy?”
“Turn left, right, left and then another right; third door on the right.”
With a nod, Potter pulled him until they were standing outside Draco's room. He threw the door open and pulled him inside. Potter took out his wand and conjured a chain that connected to the head of the bed, then tapped Draco's neck where a silver collar appeared. With another tap the chain connected to the collar pulled him, making him stumble and fall.
Draco got up and turned to sneer at Potter, “What now? Are we playing bondage, Potter?”
Potter didn’t speak or even look at him he walked up to the bed and, with another tap to the chain, it shrank, making Draco stumble and right himself before he could fall. He walked closer to the bed where he had to lay, as it was that or make the collar choke him. He looked up at Potter and glowered at him. Again he was ignored.
With another wave of his wand, Potter put Draco spread eagled on the bed, and conjured ropes snaked around Draco's torso, arms, feet, and stomach, immobilizing him. With another flick a cleave gag appeared over his mouth and his clothes disappeared. Now Draco was afraid because not only was he unable to move, but he was now in a vulnerable position.
Potter left the room, leaving Draco lying down and immobilised on the bed. He stayed there as he tried to pull at his wrists, but to no avail. He tried to thrash around, but when he couldn’t he started crying in exasperation, knowing he was helpless. He didn't have a wand and he knew no one would help. After an hour of pulling and trying he gave up and willed himself to sleep as there was nothing else he could do.
Draco was dreaming the most wonderful dream; someone was kissing his stomach, going lower as he let a moan escape through the gag, and he pushed his hips up as much as he could so that heat could be placed exactly where he wanted it. That sinful mouth took the whole of his cock and then pulled out slowly, the lips pulling the foreskin, and with a final swipe over the head, let go. When Draco felt a hand pinch his nipple he jerked, as it was painful and far too real. He opened his eyes and then shut them tight when he saw who it was.
Draco thought he had been having the most wonderful dream, but curse his body for the betrayal. He opened his eyes again when he felt fingers push inside his puckered hole and start to scissor him. Draco turned his face away; he wasn’t about to give Potter the benefit of seeing him cry. If Potter wished to rape him so be it, but he would not give in. If he had known whom was the one giving him such pleasure he knew he would not have felt the same way.
A third finger was pushed inside as he closed his eyes tightly, and the fingers started to scissor him again, but in the second turn of the fingers it touched something deep inside of him, and without meaning to, he moaned as his face flooded with color and the gag disappeared.
“What, now you’re going to rape me, Potter?” he accused, as the only thing left to defend himself with were words.
Potter moved up and looked down at him, bending his head as if he was about to kiss him, but instead started to nuzzle his neck as another finger was pushed inside him. Draco gasped and froze at the pleasure and pain he felt, as the fingers found that secret place.
After a while Potter pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a much larger appendage. Draco's eyes widened as he felt Potter's cock bridge his virgin pucker, and he bit his lips at the pain of having something inside him that was so much bigger than fingers.
“You say it’s rape, but your body says otherwise,” Potter whispered as he pulled back and pushed forward.
As if to prove Potter's words correctly, Draco's body tingled again when the cock brushed against his nub. His hip involuntary pushed up and tried to get it to do it again. He looked up at Potter as he kept pounding into him, his eyes connected with green, and he turned his face away.
“I hate you, Potter.”
Draco was grabbed by the neck and the hand squeezed tightly, “I don’t like you either, Malfoy.”
Potter pushed one more time before emptying himself inside of Draco's body, pulling out and, with a wandless spell, he cleaned himself as he got up and put on his robes. Before leaving the room Potter turned around and looked at Draco.
“You're mine, Malfoy, I paid good money for you.” And with a bang of the door, Potter left and the ropes around him disappeared.
Draco hated this; he pulled the chain, but it didn’t even budge from the wall. He scratched his neck and felt the skin under it chafe and he grimaced. He hated this, but what could he do? He was, after all, property of one Boy-Who-Lived, as the Ministry of Magic had wished it. After the war, every single person who had been branded ended up being a slave to anybody who could buy one.
Now Draco was one. A slave. As he was, after all, bought and paid for.
Author: silenceberry
Recipient: chemical_haven
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1,448
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, D/s, dub-con (if you squint), non-con.
Summary: Draco was purchased by none other than the Boy-Who-Lived.
Author's Notes: Chemical_haven, I hope I have captured what you wished :) And sorry for the lateness of your gift.
Draco had been sitting down in the prison cell waiting when he saw his father being escorted. His father passed him and with a nod his way he kept on walking, and the last thing he saw of him was his back just before the door closed with a bang.
After a week being in the cell he had started to hope that no one was going to claim him. Draco had seen his godfather being taken and, like his father, he too kept his head up, but he had smiled at Draco as he passed him and said, “everything will be fine.”
Draco sat down after seeing another of his friends being escorted; he had lost count of how many have come and gone and he was still waiting. He had just laid down when an Auror was standing by his cell door.
“Malfoy, let’s go.”
He got up, walked forward, and pushed his hands through the opening at the door as magical cuffs were put on.
He removed his hands, waited for the door to open and walked forward as he was taken by the elbow and escorted out of the cell blocks.
As he passed cells he noticed that he wasn’t the only one that was left there. He saw Gregory sitting down on the bed and when he saw him pass he only received a nod. He nodded back and turned away as he looked to the front, and like his father and godfather before, Draco kept his head up; never showing them any weakness.
“Stand there!”
Draco was shoved against the wall; his lip splitting as it made contact. He licked his lips and tasted blood and glowered at the Auror.
“What? Has no one treated you like the scumbag that you are?”
He laughed and punched Draco in the stomach, making him double over as he tried to take in some air.
“You want to know what happened to your precious father, Malfoy?”
Draco was about to spit on the Aurors face when a new voice intruded.
“I really hope, Mr. Russell, that you haven’t been mistreating my merchandise.”
“Sorry, Mr. Potter, Sir. No, I haven’t. He tripped and hit his face against the wall.”
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, he is ready to go.”
Draco looked up and saw none other than Potter. Oh, the fates must be laughing at him right about now. The Auror grabbed him from his elbow and embedded his nails against Draco’s skin as he pushed him forward.
He looked at Potter and sneered down at him. His arm was changed from one hand to another as they left Azkaban. He kept his sneer in place even though inside he was afraid. They apparated and arrived outside Malfoy Mansion. He looked at Potter, but he wasn’t really looking at him as he was dragged up the steps and stairs.
“Where is your room, Malfoy?”
“Turn left, right, left and then another right; third door on the right.”
With a nod, Potter pulled him until they were standing outside Draco's room. He threw the door open and pulled him inside. Potter took out his wand and conjured a chain that connected to the head of the bed, then tapped Draco's neck where a silver collar appeared. With another tap the chain connected to the collar pulled him, making him stumble and fall.
Draco got up and turned to sneer at Potter, “What now? Are we playing bondage, Potter?”
Potter didn’t speak or even look at him he walked up to the bed and, with another tap to the chain, it shrank, making Draco stumble and right himself before he could fall. He walked closer to the bed where he had to lay, as it was that or make the collar choke him. He looked up at Potter and glowered at him. Again he was ignored.
With another wave of his wand, Potter put Draco spread eagled on the bed, and conjured ropes snaked around Draco's torso, arms, feet, and stomach, immobilizing him. With another flick a cleave gag appeared over his mouth and his clothes disappeared. Now Draco was afraid because not only was he unable to move, but he was now in a vulnerable position.
Potter left the room, leaving Draco lying down and immobilised on the bed. He stayed there as he tried to pull at his wrists, but to no avail. He tried to thrash around, but when he couldn’t he started crying in exasperation, knowing he was helpless. He didn't have a wand and he knew no one would help. After an hour of pulling and trying he gave up and willed himself to sleep as there was nothing else he could do.
Draco was dreaming the most wonderful dream; someone was kissing his stomach, going lower as he let a moan escape through the gag, and he pushed his hips up as much as he could so that heat could be placed exactly where he wanted it. That sinful mouth took the whole of his cock and then pulled out slowly, the lips pulling the foreskin, and with a final swipe over the head, let go. When Draco felt a hand pinch his nipple he jerked, as it was painful and far too real. He opened his eyes and then shut them tight when he saw who it was.
Draco thought he had been having the most wonderful dream, but curse his body for the betrayal. He opened his eyes again when he felt fingers push inside his puckered hole and start to scissor him. Draco turned his face away; he wasn’t about to give Potter the benefit of seeing him cry. If Potter wished to rape him so be it, but he would not give in. If he had known whom was the one giving him such pleasure he knew he would not have felt the same way.
A third finger was pushed inside as he closed his eyes tightly, and the fingers started to scissor him again, but in the second turn of the fingers it touched something deep inside of him, and without meaning to, he moaned as his face flooded with color and the gag disappeared.
“What, now you’re going to rape me, Potter?” he accused, as the only thing left to defend himself with were words.
Potter moved up and looked down at him, bending his head as if he was about to kiss him, but instead started to nuzzle his neck as another finger was pushed inside him. Draco gasped and froze at the pleasure and pain he felt, as the fingers found that secret place.
After a while Potter pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a much larger appendage. Draco's eyes widened as he felt Potter's cock bridge his virgin pucker, and he bit his lips at the pain of having something inside him that was so much bigger than fingers.
“You say it’s rape, but your body says otherwise,” Potter whispered as he pulled back and pushed forward.
As if to prove Potter's words correctly, Draco's body tingled again when the cock brushed against his nub. His hip involuntary pushed up and tried to get it to do it again. He looked up at Potter as he kept pounding into him, his eyes connected with green, and he turned his face away.
“I hate you, Potter.”
Draco was grabbed by the neck and the hand squeezed tightly, “I don’t like you either, Malfoy.”
Potter pushed one more time before emptying himself inside of Draco's body, pulling out and, with a wandless spell, he cleaned himself as he got up and put on his robes. Before leaving the room Potter turned around and looked at Draco.
“You're mine, Malfoy, I paid good money for you.” And with a bang of the door, Potter left and the ropes around him disappeared.
Draco hated this; he pulled the chain, but it didn’t even budge from the wall. He scratched his neck and felt the skin under it chafe and he grimaced. He hated this, but what could he do? He was, after all, property of one Boy-Who-Lived, as the Ministry of Magic had wished it. After the war, every single person who had been branded ended up being a slave to anybody who could buy one.
Now Draco was one. A slave. As he was, after all, bought and paid for.