The Trade: Chapter 6
Title: The Trade (Chapter 6)
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13 borderline R, I believe
Warning(s): Unbetated! A bit of angst.
Word count: 2,093
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I have actually been sitting on this chapter for a week. Its dissertation time therefore I am putting it off until the last minute and have been writing. I am more than half way done with Chapter 7, so look for that in a couple of weeks. As always, comments are welcome, even if you are just pointing out some glaring error.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is desperate for Harry Potter's aid. In exchange for his help, Harry proposes a trade.
Draco woke up the morning of the trials feeling relaxed and refreshed. He stretched and was simply going to lay in bed for a little while longer, languishing, when the fact that his mother was going to trial in a matter of hours hit him. He threw his sheets off and hurried into his en suite.
Draco turned on a spray of water and stepped into the shower, belatedly realising that he was already naked. As he let the hot water pelt his hair memories of the previous night assailed him and he could feel his face heating up.
Harry Potter had done unspeakable things to him. Draco had done a few scandalous things himself. He groaned and dropped his head, allowing the water to cascade down his back.
Not only was he ashamed of the things that Potter had done to him, but he was ashamed of the things Potter had made him do. Draco remembered the orgasms he had had and the blush spread from his face all down his body, and the heat spread straight to his cock at the memory of one of the best orgasms he had ever had. Stupid Potter and his stupid fingers.
Draco made himself stop thinking about the night before and instead rushed though his shower, not bothering to take care of his erection. There was no way he was going to wank over Harry Potter, no way in hell.
He needn’t have worried, once he stepped out of the shower and started to dress, the stress of the realisation that his mother and he were going to trial and therefore he had to dress accordingly doused any lingering arousal. He placed thoughts of Harry Potter and the previous night in a remote place of his brain and locked it tight. Sure they would intrude later, but for now he would be able to concentrate on the matter at hand.
Draco had carefully selected his most modest robes. He decided not to slick his hair back, wanting to go for a softer look.
He finished dressing and walked to his mother’s chambers. They had allowed him to visit with his mother before the trial and to bring her a change of clothes. He selected a modest robe for her as well, something in a calming blue with accents of grey. For himself, he had chosen plain black robes with just hints of silver.
Draco carefully packaged his mother robes, selected a few pieces of jewellery, left her chambers and floo’ed to the Ministry.
~*~*~*~
Harry woke up that morning of the much anticipated Narcissa Malfoy trail feeling refreshed, well-rested and confident that he would not only help Narcissa (and pay back the life debt he owed her) but also help Draco.
He threw his duvet off, jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. While under the hot spray Harry could not help but think of the night before and such thoughts readily caused his bits to rise to attention. He shrugged and figured a good wank would help to relax him even further. Plus he was certain that the minute he laid eyes on Draco he would be hard, so a quick tug would help with helping him to keep control of himself.
Harry could not help but wonder at himself; he had not expected to find Draco so irresistible. Yes, he had noticed that the young man was attractive, but he had had to exert more restraint than he expected the night before or he would have taken more from the blond than he had originally set out to take. But he had responded in a way that Harry had not expected and that had caught his libido by surprise.
He needed to have the Slytherin once again. Harry would have to hold himself back, he did not want to actually take advantage of the other man; just toy with him a little and bring them both a bit of pleasure to relieve the stress of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat.
Harry turned off the shower, wrapped a nearby towel around his waist and stepped of of the shower. He went back to his room and was glad to find that Kreacher had already tidies his bed and set out a change of clothes for Harry. He smiled and again felt satisfied that his good deed of given the house-elf Regulus’ old locket had paid off so well. It really satisfied his Gryffindor side.
The removed the towel, making sure to place it somewhere to dry and not just leave it on the floor. Hermione encouraged him to not overtax Kreacher, since he was very old house-elf. Harry shivered at the thought that one day he would have to place the creature’s head along with the others; the house-elf had extracted the promise form him when he had first moved back into Grimmauld Place after the Final Battle.
He took more time than usual, since he usually just threw anything, because he was going to be appearing before the Wizengamot. Hermione had told him to dress the part of the hero. For this reason, he would wear jeans (his robes would cover them and he preferred to be as comfortable as possible), a nice red dress shirt (which was mean to be wore out under robes) and new dapper (according to Hermione) black robes.
Harry used a bit of product on his hair, just enough to help it appear artfully dishevelled and not a crow’s nest. He put on his new dragon-hide boots, grabbed his wand and went down for breakfast.
Again Kreacher had outdone himself; full English and a nice strong cuppa!
The house-elf placed the milk and sugar on the table for Harry.
“Thank you, Kreacher. This looks amazing.”
“Master Harry is needing a good breakfast today.”
Harry was already stuffing his mouth with food to answer so he just nodded. Kreacher stayed there smiling until Harry had chewed and swallowed. “And are you going to prepare my favourite dinner for when I get home tonight?” Harry grabbed a slice of toasted and took a big bite.
“Kreacher is indeed.”
Harry smiled despite the fact that he had just shoved in a forkful of beans to join the toast in his mouth. It was not a pretty sight. Kreacher grimaced, but still stood smiling near his master.
“That’s great, Kreacher. There might be company for dinner, depending on how the day goes. Will there be enough for two?”
“Yes, Kreacher is being able to make enough.”
“Excellent.” Harry reached added sugar and a bit of milk to his tea. “Kreacher that is all, you can go about your duties and I’ll take the dishes into the kitchen when I’m finished here.” Kreacher bowed and popped away.
Harry finished breakfast rather quickly. He stepped in front of a mirror to make sure he had not spilled any breakfast on his clothes, he wanted to be presentable and not look like a fool considering he was about to testify for two criminals.
He left the confines of 12 Grimmauld Place and Apparated to the visitor’s entrance of the Ministry of Magic; because he had no desire to connect his fireplace to the Ministry.
~*~*~*~
Draco went through the security wizard; he had no wand to register since Potter had not seen fit to return his (something he was thankful for at the moment since it meant it would not be snapped if he was sentenced) and his mother’s had been confiscated. The clothing and jewellery that he brought for his mother was searched and registered and then promptly handed back to him, a little worse for wear. The security wizard called for an Auror to escort him to Level 2, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, where the witches and wizards who were to be on trial that day were being kept.
When the Auror arrived, he did not look to happy to be relegated to escort duties. He was rather short with Draco, commanding him to precede him into the lifts. Draco was jerked about when the lift activated and the Auror snorted. Draco was embarrassed that he had forgotten to brace himself, he had been in to the Ministry with his father countless times in his youth and he knew exactly how the lifts worked.
In the small confines of the lift, he was able to catch a glimpse at the Auror’s badge, Auror Savage. He certainly seemed to live up to his name, Draco judged by his demeanour and forbidding attitude.
The lift stopped suddenly, but Draco was able to keep himself from stumbling. The doors slid open and Auror Savage step out first, the he motioned Draco to follow him. They walked for what seemed like miles, Draco clutching his package and the Auror occasionally returning greeting from other Aurors. They reached a locked door, and the Savage drew his wand and performed some sort of unlocking spell. No doubt that door was keyed to a few Aurors.
The imposing man held the door opened for the blond, who stepped, the Auror followed and locked the door behind him. They were a rather dim hallway that ended with yet another door. Draco began to move toward the next door at a nod from the silent man. As he walked, he felt like he was being watched, as if unseeing eyes were examining him and stripping away his clothes leaving him bear, not an inch of him remained concealed. He clutched his mother’s clothes tightly to him, taking what little comfort that offered.
Finally, finally, they reached the second door and the same ritual was performed. This door opened into the holding area. Draco could see various metal doors lining both sides of another long hallway. The door closed behind Auror Savage with a resounding bang and Draco shivered. It was not very pleasant here, but at least it was not cold and it was certainly not Azkaban.
“This way, Malfoy.” Savage led Draco to a cell a few doors down from the entrance on the left. “Your mother is in here. You can give her the clothes that you brought for her. Then Auror Williamson will be by to take your mother to a shower unit. You are to wait in the vacant cell for her return. As you know, her trial is scheduled for 11 am. Your will proceed hers, same courtroom.” The cell was unlocked and Draco stumbled in. “Williamson should be here in 15 minutes.” The cell door was closed behind Draco and he had a moment of panic before he noticed movement in his periphery. He vaguely heard the echoing steps of the departing Auror as he turned toward his mother.
What he saw nearly brought him to tears. His mother was woefully thin. Narcissa Malfoy had always been a tall and slim woman, statuesque and elegant, but this was not the same Narcissa Malfoy Draco had grown up with. She looked terribly malnourished; there were dark circles under her eyes as if she had not slept in weeks. The cell she was in held a cot, a chair and toilet facilities in a corner. His mother was sitting as primly as she could on the cot, looking almost like a queen. Never let it be known that a brief stint in Azkaban had driven away the proud and dignity of his mother.
Draco took in the sight of his mother again, the way her dirty robes sagged on her thinning body. He had known that she was ill, but he never expected this. He regretted not applying to Potter earlier. He would gladly keep any and all deals with Potter, if it saved his mother and returned her to her former glory.
His mother finally seemed to register that her one and only child was standing in the room. A ghost of a smile flickered in her eyes and lifted the corners of her lips. She raised her arms and beckoned Draco closer.
“Come here, my child.”
That was all it took, Draco dropped his package and rushed towards his mother. He kneeled before her and hugged her. He was careful, but his mother was hugging him entirely too fiercely for a woman who looked as fragile as she did. She still smelled the same, if a little stale and unwashed; she was still his mother.
Yes, he would have given Potter anything, including his first born, if he meant he could have even this one moment with his mother. Chapter 7
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13 borderline R, I believe
Warning(s): Unbetated! A bit of angst.
Word count: 2,093
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I have actually been sitting on this chapter for a week. Its dissertation time therefore I am putting it off until the last minute and have been writing. I am more than half way done with Chapter 7, so look for that in a couple of weeks. As always, comments are welcome, even if you are just pointing out some glaring error.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is desperate for Harry Potter's aid. In exchange for his help, Harry proposes a trade.
Draco woke up the morning of the trials feeling relaxed and refreshed. He stretched and was simply going to lay in bed for a little while longer, languishing, when the fact that his mother was going to trial in a matter of hours hit him. He threw his sheets off and hurried into his en suite.
Draco turned on a spray of water and stepped into the shower, belatedly realising that he was already naked. As he let the hot water pelt his hair memories of the previous night assailed him and he could feel his face heating up.
Harry Potter had done unspeakable things to him. Draco had done a few scandalous things himself. He groaned and dropped his head, allowing the water to cascade down his back.
Not only was he ashamed of the things that Potter had done to him, but he was ashamed of the things Potter had made him do. Draco remembered the orgasms he had had and the blush spread from his face all down his body, and the heat spread straight to his cock at the memory of one of the best orgasms he had ever had. Stupid Potter and his stupid fingers.
Draco made himself stop thinking about the night before and instead rushed though his shower, not bothering to take care of his erection. There was no way he was going to wank over Harry Potter, no way in hell.
He needn’t have worried, once he stepped out of the shower and started to dress, the stress of the realisation that his mother and he were going to trial and therefore he had to dress accordingly doused any lingering arousal. He placed thoughts of Harry Potter and the previous night in a remote place of his brain and locked it tight. Sure they would intrude later, but for now he would be able to concentrate on the matter at hand.
Draco had carefully selected his most modest robes. He decided not to slick his hair back, wanting to go for a softer look.
He finished dressing and walked to his mother’s chambers. They had allowed him to visit with his mother before the trial and to bring her a change of clothes. He selected a modest robe for her as well, something in a calming blue with accents of grey. For himself, he had chosen plain black robes with just hints of silver.
Draco carefully packaged his mother robes, selected a few pieces of jewellery, left her chambers and floo’ed to the Ministry.
~*~*~*~
Harry woke up that morning of the much anticipated Narcissa Malfoy trail feeling refreshed, well-rested and confident that he would not only help Narcissa (and pay back the life debt he owed her) but also help Draco.
He threw his duvet off, jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. While under the hot spray Harry could not help but think of the night before and such thoughts readily caused his bits to rise to attention. He shrugged and figured a good wank would help to relax him even further. Plus he was certain that the minute he laid eyes on Draco he would be hard, so a quick tug would help with helping him to keep control of himself.
Harry could not help but wonder at himself; he had not expected to find Draco so irresistible. Yes, he had noticed that the young man was attractive, but he had had to exert more restraint than he expected the night before or he would have taken more from the blond than he had originally set out to take. But he had responded in a way that Harry had not expected and that had caught his libido by surprise.
He needed to have the Slytherin once again. Harry would have to hold himself back, he did not want to actually take advantage of the other man; just toy with him a little and bring them both a bit of pleasure to relieve the stress of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat.
Harry turned off the shower, wrapped a nearby towel around his waist and stepped of of the shower. He went back to his room and was glad to find that Kreacher had already tidies his bed and set out a change of clothes for Harry. He smiled and again felt satisfied that his good deed of given the house-elf Regulus’ old locket had paid off so well. It really satisfied his Gryffindor side.
The removed the towel, making sure to place it somewhere to dry and not just leave it on the floor. Hermione encouraged him to not overtax Kreacher, since he was very old house-elf. Harry shivered at the thought that one day he would have to place the creature’s head along with the others; the house-elf had extracted the promise form him when he had first moved back into Grimmauld Place after the Final Battle.
He took more time than usual, since he usually just threw anything, because he was going to be appearing before the Wizengamot. Hermione had told him to dress the part of the hero. For this reason, he would wear jeans (his robes would cover them and he preferred to be as comfortable as possible), a nice red dress shirt (which was mean to be wore out under robes) and new dapper (according to Hermione) black robes.
Harry used a bit of product on his hair, just enough to help it appear artfully dishevelled and not a crow’s nest. He put on his new dragon-hide boots, grabbed his wand and went down for breakfast.
Again Kreacher had outdone himself; full English and a nice strong cuppa!
The house-elf placed the milk and sugar on the table for Harry.
“Thank you, Kreacher. This looks amazing.”
“Master Harry is needing a good breakfast today.”
Harry was already stuffing his mouth with food to answer so he just nodded. Kreacher stayed there smiling until Harry had chewed and swallowed. “And are you going to prepare my favourite dinner for when I get home tonight?” Harry grabbed a slice of toasted and took a big bite.
“Kreacher is indeed.”
Harry smiled despite the fact that he had just shoved in a forkful of beans to join the toast in his mouth. It was not a pretty sight. Kreacher grimaced, but still stood smiling near his master.
“That’s great, Kreacher. There might be company for dinner, depending on how the day goes. Will there be enough for two?”
“Yes, Kreacher is being able to make enough.”
“Excellent.” Harry reached added sugar and a bit of milk to his tea. “Kreacher that is all, you can go about your duties and I’ll take the dishes into the kitchen when I’m finished here.” Kreacher bowed and popped away.
Harry finished breakfast rather quickly. He stepped in front of a mirror to make sure he had not spilled any breakfast on his clothes, he wanted to be presentable and not look like a fool considering he was about to testify for two criminals.
He left the confines of 12 Grimmauld Place and Apparated to the visitor’s entrance of the Ministry of Magic; because he had no desire to connect his fireplace to the Ministry.
~*~*~*~
Draco went through the security wizard; he had no wand to register since Potter had not seen fit to return his (something he was thankful for at the moment since it meant it would not be snapped if he was sentenced) and his mother’s had been confiscated. The clothing and jewellery that he brought for his mother was searched and registered and then promptly handed back to him, a little worse for wear. The security wizard called for an Auror to escort him to Level 2, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, where the witches and wizards who were to be on trial that day were being kept.
When the Auror arrived, he did not look to happy to be relegated to escort duties. He was rather short with Draco, commanding him to precede him into the lifts. Draco was jerked about when the lift activated and the Auror snorted. Draco was embarrassed that he had forgotten to brace himself, he had been in to the Ministry with his father countless times in his youth and he knew exactly how the lifts worked.
In the small confines of the lift, he was able to catch a glimpse at the Auror’s badge, Auror Savage. He certainly seemed to live up to his name, Draco judged by his demeanour and forbidding attitude.
The lift stopped suddenly, but Draco was able to keep himself from stumbling. The doors slid open and Auror Savage step out first, the he motioned Draco to follow him. They walked for what seemed like miles, Draco clutching his package and the Auror occasionally returning greeting from other Aurors. They reached a locked door, and the Savage drew his wand and performed some sort of unlocking spell. No doubt that door was keyed to a few Aurors.
The imposing man held the door opened for the blond, who stepped, the Auror followed and locked the door behind him. They were a rather dim hallway that ended with yet another door. Draco began to move toward the next door at a nod from the silent man. As he walked, he felt like he was being watched, as if unseeing eyes were examining him and stripping away his clothes leaving him bear, not an inch of him remained concealed. He clutched his mother’s clothes tightly to him, taking what little comfort that offered.
Finally, finally, they reached the second door and the same ritual was performed. This door opened into the holding area. Draco could see various metal doors lining both sides of another long hallway. The door closed behind Auror Savage with a resounding bang and Draco shivered. It was not very pleasant here, but at least it was not cold and it was certainly not Azkaban.
“This way, Malfoy.” Savage led Draco to a cell a few doors down from the entrance on the left. “Your mother is in here. You can give her the clothes that you brought for her. Then Auror Williamson will be by to take your mother to a shower unit. You are to wait in the vacant cell for her return. As you know, her trial is scheduled for 11 am. Your will proceed hers, same courtroom.” The cell was unlocked and Draco stumbled in. “Williamson should be here in 15 minutes.” The cell door was closed behind Draco and he had a moment of panic before he noticed movement in his periphery. He vaguely heard the echoing steps of the departing Auror as he turned toward his mother.
What he saw nearly brought him to tears. His mother was woefully thin. Narcissa Malfoy had always been a tall and slim woman, statuesque and elegant, but this was not the same Narcissa Malfoy Draco had grown up with. She looked terribly malnourished; there were dark circles under her eyes as if she had not slept in weeks. The cell she was in held a cot, a chair and toilet facilities in a corner. His mother was sitting as primly as she could on the cot, looking almost like a queen. Never let it be known that a brief stint in Azkaban had driven away the proud and dignity of his mother.
Draco took in the sight of his mother again, the way her dirty robes sagged on her thinning body. He had known that she was ill, but he never expected this. He regretted not applying to Potter earlier. He would gladly keep any and all deals with Potter, if it saved his mother and returned her to her former glory.
His mother finally seemed to register that her one and only child was standing in the room. A ghost of a smile flickered in her eyes and lifted the corners of her lips. She raised her arms and beckoned Draco closer.
“Come here, my child.”
That was all it took, Draco dropped his package and rushed towards his mother. He kneeled before her and hugged her. He was careful, but his mother was hugging him entirely too fiercely for a woman who looked as fragile as she did. She still smelled the same, if a little stale and unwashed; she was still his mother.
Yes, he would have given Potter anything, including his first born, if he meant he could have even this one moment with his mother. Chapter 7