I'm A Slave For You-Chp70

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Draco stretched and cricked his neck as he finished his essay on Herbology. Being that now he was no longer under his father's rule of thumb, he had decided to choose his own career path instead of the Auror career he had initially chosen for the sake of the family. He informed Severus of his desire to switch his aspirations from being Auror to Herbologist and had his syllabus rearranged accordingly. The subjects he would need to major in the career path of a Herbologist increased a little bit, but the rest of the subjects that were unnecessary were exempted from his curricular, so it was a fair trade.

As he waited for Remus to return from getting another one of his craving snacks, he looked out the window and enjoyed the night view, his left hand supporting his back and his right hand caressing gently at his belly. He smiled down at his babies that resided quietly inside, waiting for their time to come out. Thankfully, they were behaving nicely and not making his spleen into a Quidditch match or using his bladder their trampoline. Probably all the long hours sitting down cramming on books must've bored the twins to death.

"Mmm, I wonder if your Daddy has gotten the double-fudged marshmallows and s'moores I asked," Draco said more to the twins than to himself. "If he couldn't find any, maybe some pickles and ice cream would suffice…What the…?"

Out at the distance near the backyard, Draco spotted a girl standing in front of the back porch. She was quite tall and lithe, and under the moonlight, his hair was rich in the colour of the blackest night. From the looks of her height, he guessed that she probably was a little bit older than himself, probably about the same age as Cedric Diggory. He then saw her made a step forward and suddenly found her just right in front of his face, and it took a wand and a spell from her to mute his voice before he could scream for help to make him realize that this girl had just apparated into his room.
The girl came up to him a little tentatively, laying a finger on his lips. Draco's first instinct was to slap her hand away, but her bright, stunning pair of green orbs and the safety of his babies made him hold back, though he still tried to yell his lungs out to see if that would break the spell she put him on.

"Be quiet, Malfoy. Promise me you won't yell when I release you from the spell."

Her voice was so stunningly mature and deep, but with the twins at stake, he was willing to do anything. He nodded and the girl chanted an anti-spell, releasing Draco from her Silencing spell and the blonde quickly found his voice back again.

"Who…Who are you…?" Draco asked, cowering from the girl until his back was against the bed post.

"It is not important," the girl said as she brushed aside a fringe from her forehead. "I am here to bring you news."

"What news?"

"You and your friends have been trying to rescue this Potter friend of yours and bring him back together with your godfather Severus, are you not?"

"Um…yeah, you're right on that. How do you know?" Draco asked, surprised at how she, of all the strange people, would know about him and the Dumbledore's Army's agenda.

"I have my sources," the girl replied briefly, and then said, "Do you want to know the reason why you're not going anywhere?"

"Obviously it's because those stuck-up Ministry doesn't really give a hoot about anything that does not fit into their money pockets, that's why. I mean, you would think that you'd actually show a little compassion, given the circumstances and all, not to mention the depth of Uncle Sev's relationship to Harry! But no, not them! They had to be, oh so prejudicial about all this just because…"

"What if I tell you that this goes beyond what you would expect this to be?"

"Wh…What?" Draco widened his eyes in shock.

"These killings, they are not what you think is going on. They are not even as simple as that. You all were never really under the threat of a lone mass murderer who is out for blood just because he didn't like Halflings and Mudbloods. Not at all. You are all fooled by the surface. This case goes higher, way higher than you can imagine, probably all the way up high to people who run this wizarding world."

"Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute here!" Draco stopped the girl from carrying on her ramblings. "You're telling me that this Tom Riddle guy, this Voldemort is working for the Ministry?"

"Exactly."

"Sorry to burst your bubble here, but I find this very hard to believe. The Ministry is the one behind the Potter genocide and the one behind all the past killings back then before Harry's parents' death? You gotta be kidding me!"

"Suit yourself," the girl said as she took a step back towards the window. "I'm just here to inform you about this. You can tell your friends about this if you wish to."

Before the girl could apparate away, Draco quickly reached over and grabbed her sleeve, making her jump and blush a little, looking as if she was a little uncomfortable or maybe even surprised with this close contact.

"Why?" Draco asked. "Why are you telling me all this?"

The girl stared at him with her bright green eyes the colour of green sapphires for a while, then said, "Because I care. And I thought this is the right thing to do. I can no longer stand by and watch this injustice unfold on all of you, pureblood or not, and this concerns all of you, because sooner or later it will end in blood. I don't want to keep any one of you in the dark any longer, Malfoy, not with what I know."

"How do you know my name?"

"I know everything there is to know about everyone in the wizarding world, that's all I can say. Can I go now?"

"Please, at least tell me your name!" Draco begged as he tugged at her sleeve even more.

After another momentary silence, she tugged her sleeve free, kissed him lightly on the forehead in a sad, sympathetic fashion and replied very quietly.

"Lillian. Lillian Rome."

So saying, she apparated out of Draco's room and out into the streets, leaving Draco to his thoughts as he barely registered Remus finally coming in with his goodies.

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"Do you want me, Malfoy?"

Lucius turned around from the mirror as he dried himself from his bath and smirked deviously. Harry was there promptly as requested when Lucius made the firecall to Voldemort to tell that the coast was clear and that the Aurors and people from the Department of Mysteries were gone after a fruitless search, in which Voldemort announced to the blonde that he will stay in low profile in the Riddle Manor until the whole incident blows over and that he would reward his unfailing loyalty by having his way with Harry again. Harry wasn't too happy to serve him again, but he knew he had no say in this unless he wanted to get another severe punishment that would threaten his child's life. Lucius, after casting a drying spell and draped on his night robe, came close to Harry, shut the door and caressed the boy's hips.

"Oh yes, my dear boy," Lucius whispered as he leaned in to kiss him. "I definitely want you very badly, my lovely little slave."

"I'm not yours, and neither am I Voldemort's. Don't get ahead on yourself."

"My, my, aren't you a feisty little one tonight?" Lucius grinned as he kissed him passionately, carrying Harry's legs to wrap it around his waist, then carried him all the way to the bed, magicking all their clothes away. Once the clothes were done with, Harry started rubbing himself on Sirius, biting back a moan.

"Eager, aren't we there, boy?" Lucius asked, reaching down and started rubbing Harry's clit to prepare him.

"Just fuck me and get it over and done with, Malfoy."

"Yes, I can see you're very well ready now."

So saying, Lucius spread the wetness around Harry's pussy before lubricating himself with it, teasing the clit with the tip of his cock. He grinned as he felt Harry whimper from the contact, knowing that even though the boy's mind was resisting the temptation, his body was begging for him to just stick it in. With a dark chuckle, he slid in easily all the way to the hilt, making the boy scream.

"Touch yourself there, boy," Lucius ordered as he took Harry's hand and made him tease himself, thrusting him deep and hard. "I want to feel your pussy tighten as you make yourself come for me."

"N…No…" Harry begged. "N…Not so hard…S…Slower…"

"Why? Because you're carrying Snivellus' flesh and blood?" Lucius grinned as he kissed along Harry's neck, leaving hickies everywhere.

"P…Please…Please…Not so hard…"

"No can do, boy," Lucius said as he pushed it a little deeper, hitting the G-spot to tease him. "You enjoy me fucking you hard. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"N…No…That's n…not true…!!"

"OK, you asked for it."

So saying, Lucius moved harder and deeper, tweaking his nipples as he aimed for the G-spot over n over again, making the boy twist his body in pleasure despite himself. After fucking in that position for a while, Lucius flipped him and made him go on all fours before re-entering him, aiming for the spot as quickly and precise as he did. Harry gripped at the bed sheets, screaming as his body willed him to do, unable to hold back that pitch of pleasure escaping from his lips as he was literally pounded like a dog. Lucius thrust even harder and deeper into him, assaulting the spot as he reached over to nibble Harry's ear, feeling himself getting close.

"Mmh, yes…" Lucius moaned as he quickened his pace, holding onto the boy's hips tight. "I want to bath your insides with my seed, but sadly in your condition, Master Riddle requested that I didn't. Oh gods, so tight…"

"N…No, don't come inside me, please…!!" Harry continued to tease himself as requested by the older blonde. "Anything but that…!"

"Come for me. Scream my name as you cover me with your pussy juice, boy."

That was the last thing Harry wanted to do, but he did let out a scream anyway as he came, his vagina contracted around him tight. In fact, the vagina contracted so hard that Lucius was unable to hold it. Quickly the older blonde pulled out and thrust between Harry's butt-cheeks, coming all over his back. When Harry thought he was over as he calmed down from the tremors, he was jolted awake by Lucius poking his ass with his rod.

"I am nowhere near done yet, boy. I've been holding out for too long to last only one round. C'mere and let me fuck your ass, boy."

Without warning, Lucius slicked Harry's hole with both their come and slid in slowly with one thrust. Harry tensed a little, closing his eyes tight, before letting out a calming breath to help him adjust himself. Once the blonde's rod was all the way in, he started moving in and out, each thrust bringing him closer to the prostate, taking both Harry's wrists and pulled him back a little as he thrusts deeper, hitting the prostate just right and it wasn't long before he made the boy start screaming in pleasure again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lucius growled, assaulting the prostate harder, making Harry involuntarily see stars and his ass clench. "I'm going to make you come so hard you'll lose your mind, and you're gonna have to come by my cock alone."

Lucius kept on fucking him in that position for a while, feeling the ass clench pleasurably around his cock and the boy's body tremble, signifying that he desperately wanted to come. Chuckling deviously, he picked Harry up until he was straddling his hips and leaning his back against his front, and while he still fucked him, his hand snaked down to rub Harry's clit.

That literally done him in as his body shook and jerked as he came, squirting out stream after stream, while Lucius felt the ass clenching him so hard, he barely could pull out before he put his throbbing cock between Harry's legs, thrusting until he came, his hand continued to rub Harry some more, maximizing his pleasure. Harry couldn't believe he could come this long and this much, and frankly by the time Lucius was done coming between his legs, he had lost count. Feeling the older man's hold releasing him, Harry fell to the bed, trying not to squash his belly. Lucius joined beside him, spooning him.

"Well, you were amazing as usual."

"Are we done here?" Harry panted, trying to get his breathing right and fighting the urge to elbow Lucius away. "Can I go back to your dear ol' Master Riddle now?"

"Not quite yet, boy," Lucius grinned as he held onto Harry a little tighter. "You may have made me come twice in a row, but you know I have been holding out for too long, just as I said. Besides, Master Riddle promised that I could have you for the whole day whenever I asked. Didn't he tell you that?"

Harry bit his lip and held back a sob, cursing Voldemort inwardly for this.

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"Say that again?"

The Old Married Couple were in Draco's room updating him on the progress of Dumbledore's Army, which was, as expected, still not going anywhere. Remus has yet to return from his meeting at the Order at Severus' home, so after a brief meeting between the DA members, Hermione and Ron decided to keep Draco company until the half-wolf returned. When Hermione started mentioning about the search party the Aurors and the members of the Department of Mysteries did that turned out fruitless, Draco thought it would be better to break the news about his mysterious meeting with Lillian Rome to them. After all, he was more or less a part of the Dumbledore's Army and they have the right to know about any information he could provide that might help out in anyway. Obviously, he had caught them off-guard by that news, judging by their surprised faces.

"Are you running a fever? Should I call Mrs. Sinistra?" Ron asked, feeling the blonde's forehead, in which the latter slapped it away.

"I am not sick! This is real, guys! She actually came in through the back porch, apparated into my room and told me that there is a possibility of the Ministry being in cahoots with Voldemort on all the past murders, including Harry's parents and the current Potter genocide! Could you believe that? She is implying that it was all the Ministry's plan, like a big scale conspiracy! You have to warn Uncle Sev and the Order of the Phoenix about this!"

"And what was his name again?" Hermione asked.

"Lillian Rome, I guess."

The Old Married Couple looked at each other with worried eyes. They were acting really weird and Draco was definitely curious about the sudden change of their attitude.

"Uh, Drake, are you sure she said her name was Lillian Rome?" Ron asked, scratching his chin uneasily.

"Duh! Of course I'm sure!" Draco replied exasperatedly. "I'm not dreaming this and I'm not making this up, and it wasn't my mood swings making me see things either! What's wrong with you? You act like as if I just announced that Dumbledore has just keeled over and kicked the bucket."

"It's just that…well, it's quite impossible that she's Lillian Rome. I mean she could be someone posing as Lillian…" Hermione seemed as if she was hiding something.

"Why? Why is it impossible? You tell me!" Draco was beginning to feel really annoyed by all this mystery hesitation.

"She's dead, Drake," Hermione finally blurted out. "Lillian Rome died a long time ago. She and her family were mutilated beyond recognition and there was almost nothing left of her to be buried with. She was Voldemort's first real victim."

"What…?"