The Dark Lords Promis
“Harry, are you alright? Ron! Get a nurse!” Hermione exclaimed as she held the fading harry Potter.
The red scrambled to his feet, soon half way down the corridor.
Harry twitched and sweated, his eyes barley open.
“Hermione, the scar . . . I-” he stopped sucking in air hard through his teeth. He brought his pale fingers to the famous mark that currently burned.
“Oh god, Harry just . . . RON! HURRY UP!”
During the next few hours the boy who lived was under tight observation in the infirmary.
“Ms Granger, when did he start acting like this?” Mcgonagall asked, wringing her fingers in worry.
The young witch sighed, her eyes pained for her friend.
“He wasn’t nearly this bad earlier, I don’t know, about seven?” She shook her head not wanting to focus on anything but the boy in the room.
Harry’s skin had paled beyond any healthy person of his age . . . any person at all really. His eyes surrounded by dark circles, and the scar irritated and according to him burning relentlessly.
He screamed from behind the glass, arching his back, the restrains digging into his skin.
What was happening to this dear boy? Nobody seemed t understand as they listened to his harsh screams and watched his abrupt movements.
Hermione felt her eyes well up as she turned her body into Ron’s open embrace.
The red ran his fingers through her hair, trying to keep himself from shedding any tears. He usually didn’t cry but what was happening in that room made him sick.
After about an hour the nurse shooed everyone away, it was lights out for Harry and all they could do now was wait.
-
She was a heavy set lady, the nurse. She had warm cheeks and honey colored hair.
“You’ll pull through Potter, were going to fix you right up. But for now try and get some rest.”
Harry only grunted in response, his face in an excruciating expression.
So the lady left and the room was silent.
Hours passed and around two in the morning things were far from normal.
The air suddenly seemed stiff, frosty and time seemed to stop.
Harry opened his pale blue eyes, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Within a moment’s feeling his throat tightened, veins became present on his face and that innocence in his eyes faded quickly as an ominous green burned within them.
Harry potter . . . my most prized boy how are you feeling this . . . morning?
The brunette closed his eyes for a moment as he felt the dark lord fill his mind like a pressure tank.
He screamed out but the sound never left his lips it only echoed inside his head. His skin crawled and his control began to slip.
“What . . . what are you doing!?”
His eyes burned that bright yet dark green even more so as he stood from the bed he was laid in to heal. He stood then walked to the hall of slythren.
-
There wasn’t even a knock. Only a loud bust of the door to reveal a startled Draco sitting at his desk in nothing but emerald sweats and a bare chest.
“Potter?” he sneered with emphasis on the ‘p’ as always.
“Gathered the guts to enter slythren’s corridor have you?”
He was about to go on one if his miniature rants until he saw those green eyes.
The compromised Harry walked fourth seemingly of his own will.
“I’ve brought you our young Harry,” he said gesturing to himself, or rather the body of Harry. Voldimort walked the puppet fourth and raised his hand to touch the blonde’s cheek in temptation.
Draco tried with all his might not to swoon, but his touch and his presence made him want to take him then and there.
Harry of course, not the dark lord.
“You belong to me now, or ill walk him back to that cold room as he screams in pain.”
Draco twitched at the thought, his brows furrowing.
Thought? Was there room for any?
No.
The flaxen haired man stood with a bow of his head in acceptance to the dark lord’s whims.
Usually he didn’t compromise but he found that Draco could be a huge asset, and he wanted to make him comfortable.
Better business.
Like grains of sand in the wind, he departed form Potters body and once he was fully standing he shoved the boy into the blonde’s arms.
“Enjoy yourself, but I’ll have a word with him once you’re done.”
Draco nodded once more as his master disintegrated from the room.
-
Harry looked up, the pain abandoning him. He realized the events and pulled out his want.
“Stupefy!” Draco had beaten him to the chase.
Potter froze then and there, his mind going a million miles an hour with rage and fury.
“Sorry Potter, you won’t be needing this,” he said slipping the wand from the brunettes grasp.
“Now I’ll do something I’ve wanted to do ever since you stood up to me the first day.”
With one swift movement Draco planted his fist into Harry’s face.
He fell over in the same position he had been frozen in but his eyes were angry and threatening. And his cheek was a purple blotch.
After disarming the charm, he quickly forced potter to the wall, pinning his hands over his head and potters hips with his own.
Then slowly, Draco inches his face closer to the boy who lived.
“Let go of me malf-”
Draco had pressed his lips to his captives, sliding his tongue into Harry’s mouth.
Bad idea.
Harry, stunned stood still for a moment, until he felt Malfoy’s tongue and bit down.
With a stifled yell, Draco gripped Harry’s neck and drew his want pointing it to Harry’s temple.
“I could make you do whatever I wanted Potter.”
Harry felt his lip curl in disgust. “You don’t have the guts, Malfoy. You’re just like you Father . . .”
Draco’s eyes flashed a darkened blue as he pressed the wooden wand harder into Potters temple.
Moving his head to the other mans ear he whispered, “Imperio”
Keeping the wand’s charms in motion Draco was all too pleased as Harry leaned his head forward to n** at the slythren’s lower lip before sucking gently.
Draco let go of Harry’s arms as they began to coil around the blonde’s body.
“Say my name Harry,” Draco breathed darkly, knowing how much it angered the puppet in his grasp.
But Harry complied, seemingly willing.
“D-r-a-c-o M-a-l-f-o-y”
The Slythren grinned darkly, feeling his groin tighten, having already noticed Harry’s excitement.
It was a knot of the little clothing they had and the sheets they forced themselves down upon.
Soon the cloth was torn from their bodies and all there was left was flesh, sweet tempting.
Young Potter slid himself underneath Draco feeling his proximity heat every second more and more. He twisted his fingers into the sheets, throwing his head back as Malfoy pushed his member against the other mans.
He grunted, a line of saliva trailing from his canine to his lower lip.
Harry was now up against the headboard, his arms in a bind of spellotape making it nearly impossible to get out of.
“Open your mouth, Potter” Draco demanded, grabbing a patch of the famous boy’s hair and pulling upward.
Harry’s glasses fell off of his face at the sudden jerk, sending them to the floor. He opened his mouth, ever so slightly letting his tongue slide fourth.
The blonde shuttered, sliding his d**k into Harry’s mouth.
The brunette balled up his fists, gagging slightly but moving his head in rhythm with his capture.
He had him, Harry potter was completely distracted. And with this information Malfoy set his wand down on the bedside sable, the charm disarming. But the Gryffindor kept sucking.
How interesting.
Well if he wasn’t going to stop, then Draco wasn’t going to complain.
He thrust harder feeling that heat and static build in his groin.
He pushed forward forcing himself all the way down Harry’s throat releasing that salty sticky slime that felt so good.
The Gryffindor’s eyes welled up with moisture, his skin beaded with sweat but he drank what was given, feeling the tape being ripped from his wrists.
Harry let out a cough when Draco pulled himself from the Gryffindor’s mouth. He took in short breath before being turned harshly onto his stomach.
The blonde muttered a spell creating wetness within Harry that made him stiffen.
“Ready yourself Potter, “ he said slamming his still rock hard c**k into Harry’s entry.
The man screamed under him, but begged for more by backing himself into the blonde’s body.
With that unexpected retort both boys were off the bed, harry having landed on top with Draco still inside.
“Look what you’ve gone and did, move!” He snarled, taking hold of the brunette’s hips and pushing them.
With a slight tint of red, Harry began to grind himself against the other man, swiveling and pushing.
They both let out grunts and moans.
Harry gritted his teeth in anger, how could this have happened?! He was trained better than this. . . he might as well get something out of it.
“Touch me . . .”
“What?” Draco breathed, keeping in motion.
“DAMNIT Malfoy, you’ve already got me here against my will, stroke me!”
The blonde’s eyes widened momentarily but slowly eased back into that smart a** expression with the trademark smirk.
so you think your under my will hm?
Well if Harry hadn’t noticed, he wouldn’t tell him.
“Fine Harry, ill stroke you,” he growled, licking the palm of his hand before sliding it down onto Harry’s throbbing member.
The brunette’s eyes rolled into the back of his head almost immediately, how could there be so much pleasure in this?
With every stroke Harry pushed down on Draco’s d**k harder and faster.
The blonde took in a breath, his expression softening at the ecstasy of it all. He pressed down on the tip of Harry’s d**k making him shudder in response.
The two instinctively brought their torso’s closer, holding each other as they pumped. Fleeting sighs passed them as finally their bodies exploded with white hot pleasure.
Harry fell back, released from Draco’s touch but only for moments.
Restrain him Draco, I’ll have my words with him now. trickled a dark ominous voice in the blondes head.
Like a bullet, Draco’s response kicked in then and there. He grabbed the dark haired man, holding his arms in place, with one hand, and pulled his head back by a patch of his hair with the other.
“You want to know something Potter . . .” he let out an airy laugh. “My wand had been over there the whole time. you were of your own accord before you drank the first drop.
He said referring to his seed.
Harry’s brows furrowed, his eyes becoming red rimmed. He was confused for so many reasons and to top it all off, a dark cloud was suddenly appearing in front of his face.
Voldimort raised out of the cloud like a serpent, his eyes venomous and cold.
“Why Harry, you’ve done this all on your own, “ he laughed sharply.
“and now you’ve helped bring a most helpful asset into my court. Thank you. I couldn’t have obtained luscious’s son without you.”
He pressed his wand to Harry’s scar making it burn ten times more than earlier that day.
“You’ve lost young Potter”
With that he left him back in the room he started in, curled up as he was in lilly’s womb. Shaking, crying, in utter shock and confusion.
to be continued . . . .
The red scrambled to his feet, soon half way down the corridor.
Harry twitched and sweated, his eyes barley open.
“Hermione, the scar . . . I-” he stopped sucking in air hard through his teeth. He brought his pale fingers to the famous mark that currently burned.
“Oh god, Harry just . . . RON! HURRY UP!”
During the next few hours the boy who lived was under tight observation in the infirmary.
“Ms Granger, when did he start acting like this?” Mcgonagall asked, wringing her fingers in worry.
The young witch sighed, her eyes pained for her friend.
“He wasn’t nearly this bad earlier, I don’t know, about seven?” She shook her head not wanting to focus on anything but the boy in the room.
Harry’s skin had paled beyond any healthy person of his age . . . any person at all really. His eyes surrounded by dark circles, and the scar irritated and according to him burning relentlessly.
He screamed from behind the glass, arching his back, the restrains digging into his skin.
What was happening to this dear boy? Nobody seemed t understand as they listened to his harsh screams and watched his abrupt movements.
Hermione felt her eyes well up as she turned her body into Ron’s open embrace.
The red ran his fingers through her hair, trying to keep himself from shedding any tears. He usually didn’t cry but what was happening in that room made him sick.
After about an hour the nurse shooed everyone away, it was lights out for Harry and all they could do now was wait.
-
She was a heavy set lady, the nurse. She had warm cheeks and honey colored hair.
“You’ll pull through Potter, were going to fix you right up. But for now try and get some rest.”
Harry only grunted in response, his face in an excruciating expression.
So the lady left and the room was silent.
Hours passed and around two in the morning things were far from normal.
The air suddenly seemed stiff, frosty and time seemed to stop.
Harry opened his pale blue eyes, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Within a moment’s feeling his throat tightened, veins became present on his face and that innocence in his eyes faded quickly as an ominous green burned within them.
Harry potter . . . my most prized boy how are you feeling this . . . morning?
The brunette closed his eyes for a moment as he felt the dark lord fill his mind like a pressure tank.
He screamed out but the sound never left his lips it only echoed inside his head. His skin crawled and his control began to slip.
“What . . . what are you doing!?”
His eyes burned that bright yet dark green even more so as he stood from the bed he was laid in to heal. He stood then walked to the hall of slythren.
-
There wasn’t even a knock. Only a loud bust of the door to reveal a startled Draco sitting at his desk in nothing but emerald sweats and a bare chest.
“Potter?” he sneered with emphasis on the ‘p’ as always.
“Gathered the guts to enter slythren’s corridor have you?”
He was about to go on one if his miniature rants until he saw those green eyes.
The compromised Harry walked fourth seemingly of his own will.
“I’ve brought you our young Harry,” he said gesturing to himself, or rather the body of Harry. Voldimort walked the puppet fourth and raised his hand to touch the blonde’s cheek in temptation.
Draco tried with all his might not to swoon, but his touch and his presence made him want to take him then and there.
Harry of course, not the dark lord.
“You belong to me now, or ill walk him back to that cold room as he screams in pain.”
Draco twitched at the thought, his brows furrowing.
Thought? Was there room for any?
No.
The flaxen haired man stood with a bow of his head in acceptance to the dark lord’s whims.
Usually he didn’t compromise but he found that Draco could be a huge asset, and he wanted to make him comfortable.
Better business.
Like grains of sand in the wind, he departed form Potters body and once he was fully standing he shoved the boy into the blonde’s arms.
“Enjoy yourself, but I’ll have a word with him once you’re done.”
Draco nodded once more as his master disintegrated from the room.
-
Harry looked up, the pain abandoning him. He realized the events and pulled out his want.
“Stupefy!” Draco had beaten him to the chase.
Potter froze then and there, his mind going a million miles an hour with rage and fury.
“Sorry Potter, you won’t be needing this,” he said slipping the wand from the brunettes grasp.
“Now I’ll do something I’ve wanted to do ever since you stood up to me the first day.”
With one swift movement Draco planted his fist into Harry’s face.
He fell over in the same position he had been frozen in but his eyes were angry and threatening. And his cheek was a purple blotch.
After disarming the charm, he quickly forced potter to the wall, pinning his hands over his head and potters hips with his own.
Then slowly, Draco inches his face closer to the boy who lived.
“Let go of me malf-”
Draco had pressed his lips to his captives, sliding his tongue into Harry’s mouth.
Bad idea.
Harry, stunned stood still for a moment, until he felt Malfoy’s tongue and bit down.
With a stifled yell, Draco gripped Harry’s neck and drew his want pointing it to Harry’s temple.
“I could make you do whatever I wanted Potter.”
Harry felt his lip curl in disgust. “You don’t have the guts, Malfoy. You’re just like you Father . . .”
Draco’s eyes flashed a darkened blue as he pressed the wooden wand harder into Potters temple.
Moving his head to the other mans ear he whispered, “Imperio”
Keeping the wand’s charms in motion Draco was all too pleased as Harry leaned his head forward to n** at the slythren’s lower lip before sucking gently.
Draco let go of Harry’s arms as they began to coil around the blonde’s body.
“Say my name Harry,” Draco breathed darkly, knowing how much it angered the puppet in his grasp.
But Harry complied, seemingly willing.
“D-r-a-c-o M-a-l-f-o-y”
The Slythren grinned darkly, feeling his groin tighten, having already noticed Harry’s excitement.
It was a knot of the little clothing they had and the sheets they forced themselves down upon.
Soon the cloth was torn from their bodies and all there was left was flesh, sweet tempting.
Young Potter slid himself underneath Draco feeling his proximity heat every second more and more. He twisted his fingers into the sheets, throwing his head back as Malfoy pushed his member against the other mans.
He grunted, a line of saliva trailing from his canine to his lower lip.
Harry was now up against the headboard, his arms in a bind of spellotape making it nearly impossible to get out of.
“Open your mouth, Potter” Draco demanded, grabbing a patch of the famous boy’s hair and pulling upward.
Harry’s glasses fell off of his face at the sudden jerk, sending them to the floor. He opened his mouth, ever so slightly letting his tongue slide fourth.
The blonde shuttered, sliding his d**k into Harry’s mouth.
The brunette balled up his fists, gagging slightly but moving his head in rhythm with his capture.
He had him, Harry potter was completely distracted. And with this information Malfoy set his wand down on the bedside sable, the charm disarming. But the Gryffindor kept sucking.
How interesting.
Well if he wasn’t going to stop, then Draco wasn’t going to complain.
He thrust harder feeling that heat and static build in his groin.
He pushed forward forcing himself all the way down Harry’s throat releasing that salty sticky slime that felt so good.
The Gryffindor’s eyes welled up with moisture, his skin beaded with sweat but he drank what was given, feeling the tape being ripped from his wrists.
Harry let out a cough when Draco pulled himself from the Gryffindor’s mouth. He took in short breath before being turned harshly onto his stomach.
The blonde muttered a spell creating wetness within Harry that made him stiffen.
“Ready yourself Potter, “ he said slamming his still rock hard c**k into Harry’s entry.
The man screamed under him, but begged for more by backing himself into the blonde’s body.
With that unexpected retort both boys were off the bed, harry having landed on top with Draco still inside.
“Look what you’ve gone and did, move!” He snarled, taking hold of the brunette’s hips and pushing them.
With a slight tint of red, Harry began to grind himself against the other man, swiveling and pushing.
They both let out grunts and moans.
Harry gritted his teeth in anger, how could this have happened?! He was trained better than this. . . he might as well get something out of it.
“Touch me . . .”
“What?” Draco breathed, keeping in motion.
“DAMNIT Malfoy, you’ve already got me here against my will, stroke me!”
The blonde’s eyes widened momentarily but slowly eased back into that smart a** expression with the trademark smirk.
so you think your under my will hm?
Well if Harry hadn’t noticed, he wouldn’t tell him.
“Fine Harry, ill stroke you,” he growled, licking the palm of his hand before sliding it down onto Harry’s throbbing member.
The brunette’s eyes rolled into the back of his head almost immediately, how could there be so much pleasure in this?
With every stroke Harry pushed down on Draco’s d**k harder and faster.
The blonde took in a breath, his expression softening at the ecstasy of it all. He pressed down on the tip of Harry’s d**k making him shudder in response.
The two instinctively brought their torso’s closer, holding each other as they pumped. Fleeting sighs passed them as finally their bodies exploded with white hot pleasure.
Harry fell back, released from Draco’s touch but only for moments.
Restrain him Draco, I’ll have my words with him now. trickled a dark ominous voice in the blondes head.
Like a bullet, Draco’s response kicked in then and there. He grabbed the dark haired man, holding his arms in place, with one hand, and pulled his head back by a patch of his hair with the other.
“You want to know something Potter . . .” he let out an airy laugh. “My wand had been over there the whole time. you were of your own accord before you drank the first drop.
He said referring to his seed.
Harry’s brows furrowed, his eyes becoming red rimmed. He was confused for so many reasons and to top it all off, a dark cloud was suddenly appearing in front of his face.
Voldimort raised out of the cloud like a serpent, his eyes venomous and cold.
“Why Harry, you’ve done this all on your own, “ he laughed sharply.
“and now you’ve helped bring a most helpful asset into my court. Thank you. I couldn’t have obtained luscious’s son without you.”
He pressed his wand to Harry’s scar making it burn ten times more than earlier that day.
“You’ve lost young Potter”
With that he left him back in the room he started in, curled up as he was in lilly’s womb. Shaking, crying, in utter shock and confusion.
to be continued . . . .
