I'm A Slave For You-Chp21

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Since their fateful reunion, life in Hogwarts got a lot smoother for both Harry and Severus. Severus didn't have to hide or avoid places where Harry would show up anymore, but true to the punishment the Ministry had given him, he kept his distance and his hands off Harry. Harry didn't mind the lack of contact. He understood that no matter what, they had to abide by the rules so as not to create any friction or trouble for Albus and the Ministry. They went about their lives as if none of this ever happened, and Severus had more or less finally returned back to his old self, much to the relief of his people in the manor and his godson Draco, and more or less so for the other students and his fellow colleagues. His appetite has returned to normal and he was sleeping better. The only thing that changed was that now, he spent more nights in the staff hostel rather than going home, and the reasons were understandable.

Harry, on the other hand, no longer gave Draco any grudging looks when they crossed paths. In fact, whenever Draco had the chance to ditch his henchmen, they would sit down at a secret area chit-chatting amongst themselves. Occasionally, Draco would give him some of his own pre-school books for him to read and would teach him how to pronounce words and learn new ones, and would then reward him with candies like chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's All-Flavoured Beans, pumpkin pies and multi-coloured cotton candies and lollipops. Thanks the extra help, Harry soon learnt more words and can read a few easy-to-read books on his own under Hermione and Ron's tutelage, and could even start talking in almost complete sentences, although he was still rough on the edges. He was much livelier now and did his job with no complaints. He had started to see Albus in a new light and viewed him more than just a master. Occasionally, he would call him 'Grandpa Albus' because he did feel like as if the old man was more of a grandparent figure than a master.

Besides, Severus had always been his one and only master. He would never be more loyal to anyone else except him. As long as he got him in sights and had the occasional love-making whenever Albus allowed him, he was happy.

Right now, the boy had just done cleaning up the staff lounge after the professor's tea break was over and was taking all the cups, plates and the teapot in a tray and walked towards the direction of the kitchen. Coming from the opposite direction was the dreaded Lucius Malfoy. He was walking through the Halls to find Albus, feeling very upset after hearing reports from Draco's henchmen about Draco getting a detention. He would deal with Draco later, but for now, he vowed to give Albus a piece of his mind as he gripped his snakehead cane tightly with a grudge. No one had the right to punish his son. Only he was allowed to. He was so engrossed in his angry thoughts that he didn't see Harry coming out of the corner. He bumped into him, sending everything flying and crashing all over the stony floor.

"Watch where you are going, you imbecile!" Lucius yelled, not in a mood to admit that it was his fault he banged into him.

"Sorry…Sorry…" Harry apologized as he hurriedly picked up the smashed cups and the teapot that fell on the floor.

Lucius looked down to see who the idiot that hit him so carelessly was and almost stopped in his tracks. He smirked evilly. He definitely recognized that unruly ebony-black hair and those pair of jade-green eyes anywhere.

"Well, well, well, you can talk now. What a surprise."

Harry shivered as he recognized the voice. He looked up and went pale when he saw who the owner of the voice was, "Y…You…"

"How have you been, slave?"

Harry shrank back at the last cold word that came out of his mouth. He could tell from the tone that he was more than just wanting to engage in 'friendly' conversation. He picked up the last piece of the smashed cup into the tray and tried to run off, but was quickly dragged back with the Accio spell with the flick of Lucius' wand. Again, as Lucius wrapped his arm around Harry's waist from behind, he made him drop his tray, smashing the already shattered china into another dozen pieces.

"Where are you going, slave? It is not proper to run from a Master," Lucius said with a wicked smile across his face.

"You not Master," Harry hissed, still trying to get the hang of speaking in full sentences.

"I am to. Maybe not to you, but I am. You, my dear, are a slave."

"No!" Harry whined as he tried to get out of his grasp. "No touch me. Go away. You bad."

"You have no right in that, my dear," Lucius said as he grabbed him and dragged him into a secluded area of the hall where no one passed by. He threw him against the wall, pulled him up by the shirt and turned him around.

"No! No! Stop! I dun wan!" Harry screamed as he struggled.

"Shut up, slave!" Lucius said as he put one hand over Harry's mouth and pulled down Harry's pants with the other. "I have been waiting for this for a long time."

Harry let out a muffled scream, trying hard to struggle out of Lucius' stronghold. Lucius lost his patience and hit him on the top of his head with the cane.

"I said shut up, slave. If you are good it will end soon," Lucius growled as he opened his pants, revealing his aroused manhood.

Harry felt dizzy from the blow on his head, but even then, he knew what Lucius was going to do after seeing the size of his length. The thought of what Lucius was about to do made him tear up real bad, but the older blonde was not someone who would be moved by tears. Without even the courtesy to prep him or lube himself up, he entered him with one strong thrust, making the poor boy let out a strangled scream as he felt as if he was torn in half.

"So good and tight," Lucius breathed as he ran his tongue along Harry's ear. "No wonder Severus didn't want to give you up."

"No! No! Stop! No!" Harry cried and begged, but his screams were muffled by Lucius' hand.

"Just think of this as payback," Lucius said as he started pounding into him.

Harry let out scream after scream of pain. He tried to get out of his grasp but the older blonde was too strong and was holding both his wrists above his head with one hand in a death grip. Besides, he was pinned between the wall and the man and there was no room for escape. Once in a while, Lucius' pounding would hit his prostate, making the boy moan involuntarily and his cock awaken with arousal, but most of the time, he felt pain, and it was a pain worse than death itself.

"Almost there…" Lucius grunted. A few more hard thrusts later, he came inside the boy long and hard. Harry could feel Lucius' seed filling him and cried pool of tears. He had never felt so filthy in his whole life. Not even the gang bang he had when he was with one of his previous masters could make him feel this dirty.

"That was pretty nice for a used merchandise," Lucius pulled out and cast a cleaning spell on both of them, leaving no trace of evidence, not even the blood he had caused on Harry's ass, on them before putting himself away and readjusted his clothes. He turned Harry around by grabbing a handful of his hair, hissing, "Tell anyone about this and I swear you will never see the light of day again. Besides, Severus will never want you again if he knows this. He hates it when others touch what is his."

Harry widened his eyes at the thought of Severus never wanting him and nodded desperately. The last thing he wanted was his beloved master to disown him.

"Good boy," Lucius said as he roughly let the boy go. "Get dressed and clean up that broken mess you made on the floor. I have a feeling I will see you real soon."

With that, the older blonde smirked and walked off to continue his quest to look for Albus. Harry dressed up painfully and retrieved the shattered china onto the tray before taking it to the kitchen. Needless to say he was being yelled at by the Head Cook for smashing expensive china, but it paled to comparison with what Lucius did to him.

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Albus watched as Harry went about doing his chores. He had noticed a bit of change in Harry's demeanour the last few weeks and was curious as to what had happened. Little did he know that ever since the day Lucius had finally got his hands on Harry, he had been coming on a regular basis.

First he would appear out of nowhere and dragged him to the nearest secluded corner he could find and shagged him like there was no tomorrow, often reminding him that he was a dirty, filthy whore that Severus would never want if he ever found out about this. Then, Lucius forced him to meet up every other day at the toilet where Moaning Myrtle lived, threatening to tell Severus their secret rendezvous if he did not cooperate. He would cast a Silencing Charm and another Invisibility Spell to keep away from prying eyes, even from Moaning Myrtle herself, and fuck Harry senseless, calling him dirty names, even the taboo word 'Slut' which would send the boy into pools of tears before the blonde reprimanded him for being a crybaby with his cane. Harry started off kicking and screaming and struggled whenever he could, but after a week of hearing threats and blackmails, he learnt to just try and suffer through this quietly.

"Harry?" Albus asked, breaking the silence.

Harry stopped working, looking over at him hesitantly before answering, "Yes?"

"Are you alright? You look kinda pale."

"I…fine," Harry replied, turning back to his chores.

"Are you sure? You've out of sorts lately these few weeks. You seem…jumpy," Albus probed a little out of sincere concern.

"I fine," Harry replied again, blinking away tears.

Albus sighed. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't know him enough to gain his trust to loosen his tongue and have a heart-to-heart talk with him. He got up his seat and patted Harry's head, saying, "Alright, Harry. Maybe a little break from work would cheer you up. Since it's the weekend and you don't have lessons tonight, why don't you go to the Potions Lab and see if you can help Severus clean up some stuff, OK?"

Harry nodded, feeling excited, but scared. He knew it was his hint to say that he might feel better if he saw Severus, and he was sure his master would want to have sex after this few weeks of abstinence on the older man's part, but he doubt want to. He doubt if he could.

"It's alright, Harry. I'll vouch for you tonight. Off with you now."

Harry nodded and left the office. Cautiously he walked out and down the halls, looked everywhere to make sure Lucius didn't come up on him. Sure that Lucius was not around, he made his way to the dungeons, knocking on Severus' office door. Severus was inside the lab making notes in his journal about a curing potion when he heard the knock.

"Come in," he said, still stirring and jotting down on his journal.

Harry opened the door and peeked in. The side door that connected the office and the lab was open, so he knew where he could find him. He peered in to see Severus stirring away at his potion and went in hesitantly.

"Hello, Master," Harry said timidly, finally being able to pronounce 'Master' instead of just calling him 'Mah'.

"Hello there, love," Severus smiled at the sight of him. Albus must be in his generous mood again to allow him to have him tonight. "I see you can talk more now."

"Yes," Harry replied, smiling weakly.

"Come here," Severus said, opening his arm for a side hug, still stirring his potion.

Harry just stood there, hesitating, not sure whether to go to him or not. Severus frowned. Usually he would not even have to ask; Harry would be in his arms the moment he was inside the room. He knew he was not behaving like himself the moment the boy hesitated at his words.

"Harry…is something wrong?"

"No," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Why won't you hug me?"

"I…" Harry shuddered a little as he couldn't help imagining Lucius' touches on him. They just had sex yesterday afternoon and his scent was still fresh in his mind, making him nauseous. "I…no feel well…"

"Are you sick?" Severus asked worriedly.

Harry shook his head again, then muttered as he turned to the door to leave, "I…go back Albus office now…"

"Pet, has someone touched you?" Severus asked gravely, his voice low and lethal. "Has…Has Albus hurt you?"

Harry spun round and shook his head hard, "Albus no hurt me. Albus good."

"But have you been touched?"

Harry shook his head, trying to convince himself that yesterday afternoon's sex did not happen; that Lucius never touched him, but his heart knew that it was far from the truth. Damn the potions, Severus grumbled inwardly as he saw his potions boiling off the cauldron unattended. He turned the flames off and walked over to Harry, watching him and checking him from head to toe to see any tell-tale signs that his beloved pet had been tainted.

"Why look me like dat, Master?" Harry asked, trying unconvincingly to look innocent.

"Someone has touched you, Harry, I know it," Severus said as he knelt down until he was Harry's eye level. "Tell me, Harry. I just want to know who has hurt you."

"No one," Harry replied hesitantly, wanting to back away from him.

"Are you lying to me? I know something is wrong. You would be in my arms the moment the door closed and right now you look like you want to be anywhere but here."

"I no like you angry, Master…"

"Then tell me the truth."

"I…" Harry wanted to say it so badly, wanted his beloved master to rescue him, but was reminded of the words Lucius said to him. You tend to believe in something after hearing it so many times. He held back his confession. "I cannot."

"I am not angry at you, Harry. I just need to know," Severus said as he cupped his cheek. He could feel Harry flinch for a split second there at his touch, which confirmed his suspicions even more about his pet being touched by someone other than him.

"I cannot tell…You dun wan me if I tell…"

"Why do you think that?"

"He…said so…" Harry said, going as far as he could go to reveal his situation.

"He…? So you were raped," Severus said, standing up, his heart seething and boiling with anger. He clenched his fists until his knuckles went white as he spoke through clenched teeth, "I am going to cut off his dick! I…I…I'm going to make him eat it!"

"No! No! No!" Harry begged, grabbing his sleeves. "Please! No! Dun do it! Please!"

"Who was it, Harry? Tell me!"

Harry squeezed his eyes tight and shook his head hard. He'd do anything to protect his master, even from himself, and having Severus and Lucius go head to head and cause even more trouble for him was not what he wanted happen to his master right now.

Severus sighed. Seeing that he was not going to receive any information from him, he stepped back, "Then go."

"W…What?" Harry was confused, his eyes tear-filled.

"You can't stand to be around me. It is better for you not to be around me for a while."

"Master…hate me…?" Harry whimpered.

"No, I don't. But if I am correct in what I think had happened to you, it is best for you to stay way. You will think of this man each time I get near you."

Harry was too upset to listen to reason. Severus telling him not to be around him was enough to let him know that Lucius' conviction of Severus' reaction towards the knowledge of him bedding someone else other than him was true.

"You hate me! Master, you hate me!"

"I don't hate you, pet. I hate that you won't tell me who hurt you. I hate the man that did hurt you. I hate Lucius for making me so helpless over your plight. I hate him for all this."

"You hate me! You hate me!" Harry screamed with his hands on his ears as he stormed out of the office, crying his eyes out. Severus wanted to give chase but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Leaning against the door frame, he sighed before cursing under his breath and slamming his fist against the wall in frustration.

Harry ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore. When he finally caught his breath, he found himself near the forbidden bathroom where Moaning Myrtle lives…and where Lucius was waiting.

"I've never seen someone so eager to rush to me. You had a bad day, boy?"

Harry sobbed but did not want to look him in the eye. He didn't care what reason he used to show up in Hogwarts all the time, but he knew that since he was here, he was bound to get a little sexual pounding for the day.

"Well, let Master Lucius make it all better, shall we?" Lucius asked as he held out his hand.

Harry took his hand and followed him mechanically. He didn't care anymore what happens to him. All he knew was that his master no longer loved him.