“Thank you very much. Please come again.”
Draco secretly looked around to make sure no one he knew was around before stepping out of the toy store. In his left arm, he held a huge stuffed lion almost half his size with a huge silver bow tied around its neck. Judging by the size and quality of that lion, it sure did not come cheap.
As he walked on his way, he remembered his unbelievable trip down to that toy store. He had been reading the newspaper this morning and saw the highlight for the day that read ‘BOY WHO LIVED SPOTTED WITH CHILD—FATHER OF THE CHILD QUESTIONED’. He had planned not to pay any attention about it—being a newly employed Auror was heavy duty enough—yet the more he read the newspaper, the more vivid his past memories came, and finally he just couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to make his confirmation, to make sure that he had no strings attached.
Hence, the stuffed lion.
Even when he made his purchase at the toy store he had many doubts and worries. What if he had anything to do with it? What if he was responsible for what had happened to Harry now? What if they find out about his shameful act last time? It was a nightmare! He never wanted to have anything to do with it. It was just a mistake. A mistake he should’ve stopped long before he even thought of doing it. An act of anger. Nothing more than that. If anyone were to find out about this act, he would be in deep serious trouble. Not only will he be the talk of the wizarding century, but also a disgrace to the Malfoy family. This would definitely break his mother’s heart. What would he do? In the end, he had let his hand guide him to the stuffed lion on the highest, most expensive part of the toy shelf. He didn’t even hear the cashier saying that it was a wise choice or asking for the price. All he could think of was just buy the toy, visit Harry and get everything over and done with.
He soon realized he was in the heart of Diagon Alley with its usual hustle and bustle about. Almost everyone had a newspaper in hand and were discussing hotly about Harry’s issue. They were even suggesting and making guesses about who the father of Harry’s child might be. Instinctively, Draco looked away and focused his eyes on the road he was walking on.
“I cannot be…Can I…? Could I…?”
- Flashback begins -
Draco was storming down the corridors of the dungeon, his face looking very infuriated indeed. He had just come back from Headmaster Dumbledore’s office after a failed attempt to prosecute Harry, his long-time archenemy. He had caught Harry sneaking around in the castle grounds during the dead of the night when he was on his way back to his dorm after helping Prof. Snape clear some things and prepare ingredients for the next day’s class, and he was feeling rather triumphant when he decided to bring Harry to see Headmaster Dumbledore. He thought it would be better to bring this matter to the higher authorities straightaway rather than Harry’s house teacher because he knew Headmaster Dumbledore had the power and had to maintain his part as a role model for the school by judging every student’s offences fair and square. But his plans were backfired. Headmaster Dumbledore took Harry’s side by saying that he was the one who asked Harry to go down to the library to look for something because he couldn’t move away from the office. So, needless to say, Harry got away scott-free and Draco had to bear yet another embarrassing moment of his life.He almost slammed his way into his common room and practically ignored his henchmen Crabbe and Goyle’s greeting and Pansy Parkinson’s flirting call. He lay on the common room couch thinking about the unfairness of it all. He had an idea about Headmaster Dumbledore favouring Harry Potter more than the other students, but he didn’t think he would go that far. He knew Harry was up to one of his tricks again and was preparing to sneak out of Hogwarts, and could tell that Headmaster Dumbledore was lying about asking Harry to get something for him from the library. He could’ve Floo-ed Madame Pince for the object he wanted and not personally asking some insignificant student to go get it for him. But what could he say to prove that Headmaster Dumbledore was lying? He was, after all, the Headmaster of the most prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry, not to mention a rather high position in the Ministry, and Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived. Even his father could hardly do anything to fight against that old geezer and that limelight stealer. What were the odds of his words against theirs? Zero. Nil.
Draco stole a sideways glance at his henchmen. As usual, they were stuffing themselves silly with cakes and cookies they sneaked from the Great Hall. Draco rolled his eyes in contempt. One of these days, he thought, they’re going to die of indigestion. He never really liked his henchmen, but he had no choice but to keep them. The first time he met them was at his elaborate 3rd birthday. Crabbe and Goyle’s fathers—who were almost henchmen to his father—were invited and as soon as they stepped into his house, they ordered their sons to present their birthday gifts to him, and Draco had accepted them as his ‘friends’ since then. It was almost as if Crabbe and Goyle’s fathers were determined to keep their place in his father’s heart by willingly giving up their own children as servants to his son. Crabbe and Goyle were just too dumb to realize that, and Draco had no intention to let them realize it. He had a reputation and a power circle to keep. He had to admit, without them, he would’ve just been one of those normal rich kids who would make an impression on people as much as last week’s fashion craze.
Slowly, a sly idea crept through his mind. If Harry Potter could get away with murder, why couldn’t he? He knew he had done quite a number of small sly tricks to get his way into the top of the Slytherin food chain, and working his way through the Hogwarts food chain, but it was inconspicuous and small compared to some certain things his father could do in the Ministry. His father had always been the best role model to him. He looked up to him a lot, and expected a large share of the Malfoy inheritance in the process. His father had warned him never to misbehave in order to keep up the Malfoy reputation, but a little bit of slyness wouldn’t hurt. In fact, the sly idea got rather big that he had to do it before his whole body itches with it. He quickly got up, went to his bed and grabbed his broom before heading back to the common room. He looked around to see which window serves a good footing to stand on before propping the broom between his feet.
“Hey, where are you going?” Crabbe asked with a muffin in his mouth.
“Going out for some fresh air,” Draco replied, “and maybe buy myself something. Do not speak a word about me sneaking out or I’ll make sure my father do more than just firing your fathers.”
Crabbe and Goyle didn’t need to be warned twice. They knew how powerful Draco’s words could be and their future places in Hogwarts depended heavily on how much Lucius Malfoy pays their fathers. Draco checked if the coast was clear before mounting the window and took off. The feel of the autumn wind blowing at his face cooled off his anger-burned head a little. It had been a while since he did this sort of escapade. The last time he remembered escaping off the window was when Pansy Parkinson came to his house to play back when he was 8 years old. He got rather sick of her sticking to him all the time that he wanted to get some time-off for himself, so he jumped off the window and flew off with his broom while Pansy was ‘It’ during a hide-and-seek game. He got a terrible scolding from his mother for using the broom without permission but it was worth the escape.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he had flown all the way to Hogsmeade. The sound of occasional chatters below his feet made him realize his whereabouts, and he noticed he was a few feet away from Knockturn Alley nonetheless. Then he realized something that was not supposed to be there. He saw a boy leaning on the wall with a dark red blindfold over his eyes. He wasn’t wearing a robe to keep himself warm, but he had an almost transparent trench coat on and a pair of short jeans. The trench coat was only buttoned in the middle and was exposing most of his body, which was surprisingly a bare upper body. He didn’t show any sign of feeling cold or anything, even though his pale skin spoke otherwise. He decided to descend to the ground and get a closer look. He soon recognized the unkempt hair and realized that he was staring at his archenemy Harry Potter! He may not have his scar on him but the hair was a dead giveaway. What was he doing here? Was this where he often sneak off every night? Was this the place he wanted to go when he caught him sneaking around red-handed? What exactly was he doing here?
“Hey there, gorgeous,” a man with ragged looks approached Harry before Draco could call out to him. “How’s about we go on a little trip to ecstasy land?”
“Depends on how much you can pay the Blind Lover.”
The Blind Lover! Harry Potter is the Blind Lover? He heard his parents gossiping over breakfast the last semester holiday about a young boy who goes around Hogsmeade selling his body for hefty sums of cash, and they were criticizing about how sexually immoral and vulgar this manner of prostitution was going about in such a respectable district. But nothing prepared him for knowing that the Blind Lover was actually his archenemy Harry Potter! Draco was filled with triumphant glee. That was the big break he was looking for! That was the edge he needed to get Harry out of Hogwarts and out of his life forever! That was the ultimate evidence of Harry’s insolent behaviour that Headmaster Dumbledore couldn’t deny! But first…
“I’m sorry,” Draco said as he approached and came between the ragged-looking man and Harry. “I saw him first.”
“Excuse me, young man,” the man said in an annoyed tone. “But I believe I saw him first.”
“Maybe this would change your mind,” Draco said as he dropped a handful of Galleons into the man’s pocket. He knew the trade of Knockturn Alley very well. Money always comes first at this part. The man gave him a That’s-it look and Draco poured another handful of Galleons. He jingled the coins in his pockets with glee and stepped back.
“He’s all yours.”
“You’re coming with me,” Draco said as he took Harry’s hand. It was cold because of the autumn atmosphere but he didn’t care. He had a certain score to settle with him.
“My, my. Such strong words of confidence,” Harry replied, resisting Draco’s pull. “What makes you think I want to go with you?”
“Money. That’s what you want now, isn’t it? I’ve heard much about your somewhat gold digger reputation.”
“Are you sure you can even afford my price?”
Draco’s pride was a little hurt at his question, but he had no time to argue with that. He was going to show him who’s boss, one way or another.
“You’d be surprised. Come with me.”
Draco pulled Harry harshly and led him out of Knockturn Alley. He was definitely going to have his way with him, but not in this parasite-invested place. He was going to do it in style, and that’s that. Weaving in and out of corners and streets, he took Harry from the slums of the wretched to the riches of the elite. He led him all the way to a huge, exclusive inn which was located almost at the far end of Hogsmeade. That was one of his favourite places to stay if they were too tired to make the journey back to their Malfoy mansion, which was actually further than you think it was from Hogwarts or anywhere else. The receptionist was about to greet him but Draco silenced him with a small bag of Sickles, telling him that he didn’t wish to be disturbed regardless the situation, and that his presence here must be kept confidential. He was given his usual room and as soon as he closed the door, he shoved him unceremoniously onto the expensive-looking canopy bed. Harry’s face bunched up a little in discomfort, but he didn’t complain. Draco noticed that he was used to harsh treatments, so he helped himself rather easily.
Draco removed his clothing and practically tore off Harry’s before dimming the fire in the fireplace. Harry smirked at the gesture.
“My, aren’t you a feisty one, eh?” Harry asked as he reached over to stroke his blonde hair. He was ready to reach over and touch his manhood but Draco slapped it away.
“You will not touch me. You will do as I say and not ask questions, you hear me?”
“Can’t it even wait for a little foreplay?”
He didn’t reply. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to hurt him real bad and he had no time for any sensual touches and caresses. But then again, a little foreplay could set the mood right. His anger towards him and his impatience made him feel rather ‘fickle’ right now.
“Alright. Maybe just a little,” Draco replied, then grabbed Harry’s hair and shoved him near his length and said, “You know what to do.”
He definitely knew what to do. Without hesitation, Harry opened his mouth and let his tongue linger on the head of his cock. Draco’s breath hitched at the slightest touch of his wet tongue. Harry used his tongue to play around the head and seemed to enjoy it. Draco fought hard not to let out a moan. He was the one in control of the situation and he would not yield.
“Too slow,” Draco muttered, trying to make his voice as authoritative as possible as he gripped Harry’s hair with both hands and pushed his head to and fro, the feeling of his mouth engulfing his length. Draco grinned with satisfaction at his power over Harry. He definitely would enjoy the look on his face when he finds out who he’s been giving a blow-job to. He reached his fingers over towards the knot of his blindfold and tried to remove it, but to no avail.
“I’m sorry” Harry mumbled in the midst of the blow-job. “A rule of my services: No one touches the blindfold.”
Draco realized how serious he was about the rule. The blindfold must’ve been hexed, for it showed no sign of coming off. No wonder they called him the Blind Lover. No matter. The blindfold wasn’t the issue. He was going to make him pay one way or another, regardless if he knew who was shagging him or not. Maybe using this evidence wouldn’t be much a good call for it would lead to him sneaking out of Hogwarts after dorm curfew and be found associating sexually with a male prostitute. Draco wouldn’t want him to see his face anyway. Harry had nothing to lose and he wouldn’t keep a secret like this for long. He, on the other hand, had too much to look forward in his future to be humiliated by this act.
Draco could feel his body being aroused. His cock was getting slightly harder and he knew he had to do it right away. He quickly grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over, letting him lay on his stomach. He stared at his slightly lubricated length for a while and barked an order, “Lift up your buttocks.”
“What…?”
“I said,” Draco repeated as he slapped Harry’s round butt hard, earning an ‘Ow’ from him, “life up your damn ass, you whore.”
“You know, that is going to cost you double,” Harry said as he obliged to Draco’s request.
“Shut up or you won’t earn a single Knut,” Draco hissed as he grabbed Harry’s waist and brought him closer to him. With one swift move, he entered him. Harry let out a strangled yell at his sudden force of entry. He didn’t care. Let him yell and scream. He wanted him to feel real pain. As he thrust deeper and deeper into him, he began to remember how the bad relationship between them started. The day he willingly went forward to accept Harry’s friendship and admit him to his group was the day Harry rejected his offer and betrayed him by entering Gryffindor where his rightful place was in Slytherin. He knew he had many potentials and traits to be a Slytherin but he chose to be in second place. He chose to be with Mudbloods, Halflings and penniless wizards over prestigious, high-classed and honoured pure-blooded wizards and witches. The days he humiliated him both in classes and in Quidditch was never easily forgotten or forgiven, but he never had the chance to get back at him. Now was his chance. He thrust even harder and even deeper.
“Oww! Shit, slow down…!” Harry moaned.
“Shut up, whore. Just do your job and satisfy me!”
Harry struggled to reach over and stop him but Draco had the upper hand. He grabbed his wrists and set them down on the bed as he continued to thrust hard. He grinned inwardly at the tiny trickle of blood that flowed slowly down Harry’s thigh and continued thrusting. Every event he remembered about Harry that made him look bad was vented out all on him. Harry moaned about him hurting him but he didn’t care. He held him down even harder and attacked his neck, leaving bruising lovebites on him. With one hand still on his wrists, his other hand reached over to grab Harry’s length and gave him a hand job, just to let Harry be into a sensual mood to keep him from struggling. Harry was screaming out a lot of obscenities at him but he didn’t tell him to stop anymore. Draco didn’t care about that. All he wanted to do was just inflict pain on him and nothing else. All the while he kept on venting out his anger with his thrusts.
Keep screaming, he thought as he thrust harder, keep yelling and keep begging for mercy! I’m above you! I’m way above you! I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, and I will not take no for an answer. I’m richer than you can ever imagine me to be or you could be! You think you’re so smart and all high and mighty just because you survived the Dark Lord’s curse, but you’re just like everyone else—lousy, insignificant and not fit for the real world of witchcraft and wizardry! You may not like me, that I know, but I hate you more than you think I am! The Boy Who Lived my foot! You’re the Boy Who Reeked! You don’t deserve to be in the wizardry world! You should just go back to your Muggle life and stay there for good! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
Finally Draco let out a short yell as he ejaculated into Harry. He felt the wetness and stickiness of Harry’s cum and wiped it on the bed sheets in disgust. He pulled out and leaned back, supporting himself on the bedpost and gasping for breath. Harry groaned in relief as he slid and lay flat on his stomach on the bed, the blood from his very harsh thrusts staining the sheets. He waited for about 10 to 15 minutes to regain his composure before he walked into the bathroom to clean himself. When he came out fully cleaned and fully dressed, he saw Harry still on the bed gasping, but not as loud and quick as before. His wrists were bruising by the hard way he held him down. He fished out the small pouch and emptied its content before flinging them beside Harry. He adjusted his robe and said, “Not bad for a whore. I’ve spent my money well.”
And I given you what you deserved, he thought quietly to himself before closing the door, leaving Harry to fend for himself.
- Flashback ends -
Draco came back to his senses and saw Ronald Weasley walking with Hermione Granger beside him. Headmaster Dumbledore and ex-Prof. Lupin were following behind them. They were all carrying gifts, so it was obvious that they’ve heard about the news as well.
“Yes, of course it’s me. Who did you expect, weasel?” Draco replied icily, holding the stuffed lion close to his chest. Ron frowned.
“Yeah, well, I was expecting anyone else but you.”
“I assume you’ve heard about Harry’s news,” Hermione said. She eyed the doll for a while and asked, “I didn’t think you’d actually come to see him, let alone bring a gift for him.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Draco said defensively. “I just bought this so that it’ll comfort Potter and prepare him for my remarks. Honestly, Granger, I never expected Potter to even go around sleeping with other men and get himself pregnant in the process. I never even thought he would actually incur female parts to have a child.”
“It’s his choice whether he wants to have a child or not,” Hermione defended. “Besides, it’s not like it’s against the law to magically change your gender to carry a child. What’s it to you if he gets pregnant and have a baby anyway? I don’t see it have anything to do with you.”
“Maybe not, but it definitely would have something to do with Potter’s future reputation as the Boy Who Lived with that kind of sexually immoral attitude.”
“You watch your mouth, Malfoy!” Ron growled. “If you try anywhere near hurting his feelings, I’ll personally…”
“Boys, boys, let’s not fight at this joyous occasion. We’re almost near St. Mungo now, so please keep it down,” Remus Lupin came up to stop the two archenemies fighting. Long since they’ve graduated from Hogwarts and they still act like young teenagers. Draco gave one last glare at Ron before looking forward to see Prof. Snape walking a few feet ahead of them at the entrance of the hospital. Draco walked slightly forward and called out for Prof. Snape.
“Hey, Prof. Snape!”
Prof. Snape turned around to see them. He nodded at them in acknowledgement. Draco decided to go ahead of them to look for Harry’s ward, but not before hearing Headmaster Dumbledore talking about wanting to know who the father of the child was. Draco’s heart skipped a beat. There was no way he could be associated to this problem. It was just a one night stand. Nothing could happen, right? He didn’t even remember seeing any female parts on Harry when he was shagging him, so the child couldn’t be his. But what if it was? What if there was something about Harry had missed out during that night? What could he do then?
“Hello, dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please,” Dumbledore said when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear hug.
“I'm just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward.”
Yet everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window with its curtains blowing in the wind.
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