Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ The Beginning: First Day ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Far Be It From Me That I Might Fall For You
Author: xoShimautaxo

Chapter 1: The Beginning: First Day

Chapter Warnings:
-Abuse of A Minor, Body Modification
-Character Turned into A Hermaphrodite
-Forced Dominance and Submission
-Power Imbalance that Will Never Truly Balance
-Slavery (Of the Complete & Total/Absolute Variety)
-Minor Sexual Assault/Ongoing Sexual Assault
-Sexual Abuse/Ongoing Sexual Abuse
-Minor Verbal Abuse/Ongoing Verbal Abuse
-Physical Abuse/Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Bad Dominance and Submission Etiquette
-Overtures of Dehumanization
-Overtures of Depersonalization

When his servants drag the boy into his study and make him kneel before his large mahogany desk Harry can't believe his eyes. It must be some cosmic joke in his favor. Many years ago Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were two of the people responsible for the deaths of Harry Potter's parents; and now fate has decided their fifteen year old son should be given as a ward to James and Lily Potter's son until he comes of age.

Harry won't ask who in the Ministry of Magic, decided him becoming the boy's guardian was a good idea. He learned long ago to embrace opportunity when it came knocking, hence his current standing in life.

Harry gets up and comes around to the front of his desk to better examine the boy. Draco Malfoy looks up at him with carefully blank eyes. Harry looks away from him momentarily, to order his servants out. The door locks behind them; and enchantments to keep anyone else from entering or exiting, are put in place with a mere wave of Harry's hand; then he returns his attention to the Malfoy heir.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks the teen.

"Harry Potter, sir." Draco responds, voice carefully respectful.

"Do you know what your parents did to me in the past?" Harry inquires, genuinely wondering how much Lucius and Narcissa have told their precious son, if anything.

"As a marked Death Eater and a Death Eater's wife, I'm aware they did some less than honorable things in the name of the Dark Lord. I am aware they were involved in the torture that led to your parents deaths, among those of others." Draco answers, bows his head. "I can only ask that now that you have a perfect vessel for revenge against them, you will find it in your heart to show mercy."

"So you are aware of what I might decide to do with you, now that some fool in the Ministry has placed you as my ward. Interesting." Harry rubs his chin in thought. "How might you have come to such conclusions?" He asks.

"My parents were never under any illusions, that the enemies they'd made through their alliance with the Dark Lord, wouldn't seek revenge eventually. I was raised to expect to find myself used as a servant, a sex toy, a full on slave someday; if ever an enemy they'd made, happened to come into possession of me." Draco answers, voice still not letting on how he likely truly feels about his plight.

"Have you been sexually active then?" Harry bypasses asking if the boy can cook, clean, and the servantly like, and goes straight for the kill. The Malfoy heir is really very pretty; he has clearly inherited the best of his parents genetics, at least aesthetically.

"I am a virgin, sir. I've been educated on sex through books and visual tools." Draco answers, this time unable to fully hide that he is in fact frightened, at the prospect of being used sexually, by his newly appointed guardian.

"I believe I shall rectify that shortly." Harry declares, and Draco gasps, scrambling away into a corner of the study.

"Unfortunately for you, Draco Malfoy, I left mercy behind when I killed your dear old mum and dad's beloved master ten years ago." Harry informs him coldly.

"I'm well within my rights to seek revenge boy, and I could care less that you are an innocent vessel through which I'll be doing so." Harry moved quickly, grabbing the teen by his long white-gold braid and forcing him into a standing position. "If you were hoping that right and wrong would mean something to me, you can kiss that hope goodbye. I stopped caring about such things long ago."

Draco whimpered, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as Harry began to disrobe him. He cried out in pain as Harry twisted one of his nipples. "Please don't do this to me. I've done nothing to you." He pleaded.

"Oh darling, don't you understand?" Harry reaches down and grips Draco's cock painfully tight making Draco cry out in anguish once more.

The blond's clothing lands in a neat pile on one of the couches in the study, and Harry uses his other hand to pinch both his ward's nipples before running the hand over the expanse of the blond's only faintly muscular frame.

"Reducing you into nothing but a needy sex toy will be all the sweeter, precisely because you're an innocent. As innocent as my parents when they were tortured by your parents under Voldemort's orders. Did you know they were just trying to make it home to me? I was a toddler at the time; crying all night and all morning because I missed them. My godfather Sirius broke the news to me. I didn't understand what had happened until much later."

Draco screams when Harry spreads his arsecheeks and thrusts his index, middle, and ring fingers into Draco's anus as if impaling him with spears, with no lubrication charm, and no warning. He continues to scream as Harry brutally fingers his hole with swiftly increasing force.

Even though Harry aims for the blond's prostate every time, there is no pleasure at play; the force used too much for Draco to feel anything other than pain. Harry remorselessly continues until the teen orgasms, then rips his fingers out of him and kicks the boy in the stomach; sending him sprawling into a heap on the floor of the study.

"You are going to be such a wonderful source of entertainment for me." He tells the blond, before spelling him into a deep dreamless sleep.

When Draco wakes thereafter it is to the sight of a coffered ceiling. The bed he's been tucked into is comfortable, but his naked state is not a good sign; and the fact the room's door is locked from the outside and can't be opened from the inside, plus the fact that the window is an illusion, are not at all promising. A moveable medical desk with a covered tray of food, some potions vials, and a note; has been left beside the bed.

Draco is too scared of how he might be punished for defying orders to not consume the food and potions, but starts to panic when some time later, his body starts aching like it never has before. He never registers that his body is permanently being transfigured before he passes out from the pain.

When he wakes again, it is to the sensation of hands on him. He tries, and fails, to shrink away from his new guardian, when he realizes who is touching him. Harsh squeezing makes him aware of the fact he has female breasts now.

"Ouch! Stop that!" He cries, when Harry pinches his new nipples; only to be given a hard smack to the left cheek.

"You don't give me orders, boy." Harry says, but abandons Draco's now female breasts in favor of trailing his hands down to Draco's legs and spreading them, moving them as he pleases, ultimately pinning them back at either side of Draco's head, and staring down at the newly hermaphrodite boy's crotch.

"The potions did their work well." He declares, rubbing his index finger along the nether lips of Draco's new vagina. He grips Draco's relocated cock tightly in warning as the blond tries to get away from him again. "Be a good little boy and let me have my way with you; and I might just be nice about it."

"What did you do to me?" Draco asks between sobs.

"Oh nothing out of this world really. I did a little thinking after I knocked you out before." Harry starts pumping Draco's cock, and moves the hand he'd been using to rub along his nether lips down past the blond's vagina to fondle his relocated balls.

"I thought to myself, what better revenge against your parents than reducing you into my sex toy is there, but to also use you as a breeding farm for my heirs? They'll be rolling in their graves. Hence your hermaphrodite state."

"Please tell me this is reversible." Draco begs, reflexively letting out a string of moans at Harry's ministrations on his cock and balls.

"Certainly not." Harry informs, rubbing his thumb over the head of the blond's cock with a wandlessly and nonverbally applied cooling charm on the pad of it, and squeezing his balls none too gently with a likewise applied warming charm to the palm of his other hand. "That's not all that I did while you were asleep though."

"There's more?" Draco asks in disbelief, slowly but surely going pliant from such intricate sexual stimulation.

"I sent an owl to the Minister of Magic. A missive invoking the Rights of the Conqueror, claiming you as my slave, not merely my ward. It's something I should have considered doing a long time ago. Something I would've done when you were thirteen; had I been paying attention to your wretched family enough to notice what a pretty little thing you are." Harry replies, and then focuses on bringing the blond to orgasm, just letting the boy register the reality of his latest lot in life.

Draco doesn't verbalize a response to Harry's words, digesting them as he grows closer and closer to orgasm. His parents had warned him he might end up in such a position some day, but they'd left it up to him to choose to fight it or embrace it. Draco doesn't know if he could ever fully do either.

Draco wants nothing to do with pain, with punishments for disobedience, but neither does he want to give Harry Potter the satisfaction of submitting to him so completely, that he's no better than a muggle dog.

When Draco comes, it is with a face covered in a layer of sweat and tears, and trails of snot flowing from his nose. It is so powerful in its intensity due to Harry controlling when the blond would orgasm with his magic, that Draco blacks out from the release.

Harry puts the finishing touches on Draco's transformation while he's unconscious. Administering a shot to each breast through the nipple that will make the blond lactate twenty-four seven, and administering a third shot through the slit on the blond's cock that will make his semen permanently infertile, ensuring that Draco Malfoy will never be able to reproduce with a woman, even if he somehow gets away from Harry or is someday freed.

Harry smirks at the thought of an escaped or freed Draco having to swallow his pride and beg some bloke to fuck him, to fill him with his seed until Draco falls pregnant, just to continue his family line. As amusing as the thought is Harry has no intention of letting go his perfect vessel for revenge anytime soon. The fourth and final shot Harry administers, is to Draco's neck. This one will make Draco's body never produce any unwanted body hair ever again.

Chapter End