I'm Your Man 1/5
Title: I'm Your Man
Author: Jillian K
Length: 5 chapters
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: H/D
Author's Notes: Slash. BDSM and everything that entails. This is short and sweet and completely based on my favorite non-Harry Potter film. First person narrator.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Explicit bondage and sex. Adult situations.
Summary: Who is to say that love should be soft and gentle? After the war Draco is lost. Harry finds him.
Part 1
It was my mother that had insisted on having albino peacocks adorn the grounds of Malfoy manor. She had harbored a love for the pale birds which bordered on the absurd especially when she took to naming them. There was Adonia the largest breeding female and her mate Palladio. They had produced Zephis, Zeus and Isidor who mated with Astraea and Fauna. By the time my mother was finished we could have filled Valhalla twice over.
It was fitting that I scattered her ashes on the grounds her birds had once wandered.
My father, or rather the shell that was left, would probably breathe his last in one of the darkest cells in Azkaban. I was told that I could claim his body once he was gone which would likely be some weeks from now. I did not want to know. I warded my house against owls and went to sleep.
Sometimes I awoke when it was dark. Sometimes I could see the light filter through the moth holes in the old brocade drapes. I swallowed another dose and returned to my tangled bed-coverings to find peace and oblivion.
The world has a way of mucking up all my plans though no matter how humble they may be. I awoke one day to find myself in the closed ward of St. Mungo's Hospital. Apparently my resolution to simply sleep my life away was classified as a suicide attempt.
"What are you looking for Draco?" she asked me for the second time. I looked at her quick quotes quill paused mid-air. It seemed that the quivering feather was holding its breath.
I stuck out my tongue at the psychiatric healer and her quill.
She must have been used to it for there was no reaction. Her quill moved furiously. More likely it was writing something like:
Patient unresponsive except for gross and childish behavior. Highly indicative of Death Eater tendencies. Maybe we should have let him sleep tendencies off.
If she had asked again I would have crossed my eyes.
I was sent back to my lovely room with the sticking charm on the furniture. I climbed back to bed and waited for the mediwitch to bring my prescribed potions. I hoped that they would not serve pumpkin juice with lunch again.
Life became very simple then.
There was order.
Porridge and tea at 8:00. Fruit and sandwiches at 12:00
Therapy at 3:00. Dinner at five and back to my room by 9:00.
The mediwitches and wizards were clinical but polite. They must have bitten back their disgust at the name 'Malfoy'.
And then goodbye.
"Remember that we are here if you need to talk some more."
I nodded but did not really want to leave. It had been two years.
I found myself walking out of St. Mungo's into the foggy London morning. My long unused wand felt heavy in my back pocket. I had a shrunk suitcase which contained three robes, six books, a quill, underwear, a jumper and a certificate declaring that I was mentally competent. I still wanted to sleep.
There was nothing else to do but go to the Leaky Cauldron and floo home.
Instead of sleeping I walked. I explored every last centimeter of the manor's grounds. I saw that ponds had dried out and that pests had eaten away much of the foliage. A white stone nymph had lost an arm. Without mother to supervise the elves had not taken such good care of the grounds.
The peacocks were missing. I went to bed.
A few hours or a few days later a brown barn owl landed on my pillow. Ministry owl.
Mr. Draco Malfoy.
It has been brought to our attention your recent release from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. We congratulate you on your progress. We understand that the recent war has affected many amongst us and thus we have created a program to support emotionally traumatized wizards rebuild their lives. With this goal in mind we ask you to report a week from today to our office located in the 5th Level of the Ministry of Magic so that we can best assist you with your reintegration to wizarding society.
Regards.
Clementine Bode
Committee for the Assistance of Traumatized War Participants.
Damn.
I had to use the visitor's entrance and waited for an hour to see anybody. Apparently the disturbed benefit by learning patience. The fact that the office was located in the same floor as the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was significant. Or maybe not.
I was just about to go home when an assistant witch guided me to an office in the back. There was a tall brunette sitting behind a desk. She got up, shook my hand and looked at me appraisingly. I bet she had read the magical maladies manual.
When dealing with mental patients make sure to always keep eye contact.
I sat down on one of the hard ministry-issued chairs. Ms. Bode waved a cushioning charm over it.
"Well Mr. Malfoy let me reiterate my pleasure at your progress. We understand that it has been very difficult for you."
"I was just tired."
"I am sure you were. But now that you are better it is our intention to assist you further. May I ask what are your future plans?"
I blinked at her. I had ordered thicker bedroom curtains and three extra sets of pajamas.
"I don't know."
"We are very concerned. We feel that it is best for you to adopt a routine that will keep you busy and involved. Since your finances have been mostly depleted it would be ideal for you to seek some gainful employment. We have already made inquiries and have found a good position for you."
"What? I don't want to work."
"It is best. It will distract you and allow you to anchor yourself in society once more. Your supervisor is familiar with your case and he is willing to do everything he can to help you. You are to report to his office tomorrow at eight in the morning. His particulars will be sent later today by owl. We wish you all the best."
"How is this supposed to help me?"
"It will all work out in the end Mr. Malfoy. You'll see."
I left the ministry in a haze. I have never worked a day in my life. After receiving the promised owl I found that I could not sleep.
As per our agreement here is the information you require. You are to report tomorrow at eight in the morning at the office of Mr. Harry Potter which can be accessed through the storm grate nearest the Royal Artillery Memorial in Hyde Park. Please be prompt.
Oh Merlin.
XxXxXxXxXx
I dressed with care in a form fitting grey robe and a deep aubergine cloak with a hood. It was raining but I did not want to bother with water repelling charms. At ten minutes before eight I apparated to Hyde Park. It only took me a minute to locate the storm grate and seconds later I found myself exiting Harry Potter's fireplace.
I must have reached the waiting room for there were a couple of wizards drinking tea and sitting in the chairs adjacent to the wall. One of those modern, clear glass teapots floated between them.
I sat on one of the chairs and a tea cup appeared in front of me. It wriggled invitingly. I shook my head and it floated away rather gloomily.
I waited for ten minutes and then ten more. The two wizards were called in. Something twisted inside of me when I heard his voice.
It was another twenty minutes before the wizards walked out. They were smiling and patting each other on the back.
"Malfoy" came from the open door.
I stood up bonelessly and adjusted my robes.
XxXxXxXx
His office was dark. It was wood panneled with a large window that filtered in very little natural light even though the curtains were drawn. There were sconces in the walls placed a meter or so from each other. standing brass lamps adorned every corner.
But what dominated the office besides the imposing ebony wood desk that he sat behind was a very tall plant with curled vines that undulated slowly in a bathtub-sized planter.
"Is that a ...?" I ventured.
"Venomous Tentacula, A gift from Neville."
"But aren't they dangerous?"
"This one is tamed as long as I feed it on a regular basis. You still need to be careful with the secretions though."
I nodded and looked down to the carpet. Beige, plushy and expensive.
"Come closer" he ordered. I approached slowly and stood directly before his desk.
"Look at me."
I met his eyes. They were green and analytical as they swept through my body. I felt myself turn red. I was skinny and tired. I no longer resembled a Malfoy.
It seemed like decades before he asked me to sit down. I sank into a leather chair gratefully.
"I have to admit that it is strange to see you Draco after all this time."
My given name on his lips felt wrong... and right.
"I was told to come here."
"Well yes. Ms. Bode was quite challenged in finding you a placement. It seems that no one wanted to take on the son of Voldemort's right hand man."
There was nothing I could say to that so I didn't say anything.
"Whatever. I do need someone to help me and you are here. I guess I have to show you the ropes."
He stood up. Potter had grown taller than me. He now wore his hair combed back and sleek. His glasses were modern and rimless which suited him much better. The green of his eyes was offset by his reddish lips. A tailored muggle suit completed the look. In my father's old robes I was at a disavantage.
He led me out into the corridor. More of those sconces lined our way. We stopped before a door adjacent the waiting room I've been in before. He opened the door with a careless wave of his wand.
Potter motioned me to come in. I did so and found myself in a small and cramped room. There was a desk in the middle of shelves replete with books and reams of scrolls. In top of the desk there was a contraption that I had never seen before.
"What is that?"
"A computer. You will become very familiar with it soon enough."
I approached the strange machine warily. Potter raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"It has letters." I affirmed stupidly.
"That is called a keyboard. When you press it the corresponding letter or number will show up in the screen there."
I moved a tentative finger and pressed a D. A small d and a blinking line appeared in the white screen.
"Oh. I am not familiar with this spell."
"Your parents really kept you ignorant didn't they Draco?"
A look passed between us.
"Wow Draco. I am surprised. Two direct attacks from me and not a peep from you..." he walked towards me with a questing look in his eyes. I held my breath. "One would say that you had changed, matured or just given up."
"NO!" My raised voice startled us both. He caught himself and smiled strangely.
"You're....you're ...closed tight Walled in."
"I know." I answered.
"Do you ever loosen up?"
"I don't know."
TBC.
Author' s note: I know that I should not begin a story before finishing another but the muse got away. Should I continue or cast fic into the netherworld?