Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ Happiness Denied, Denial Isn't Just a River in Egypt ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6: Happiness Denied, Denial Isn't Just A River in Egypt

Chapter Warnings:
-Ongoing Dehumanization, Ongoing Depersonalization
-Ongoing Mental Health Deteriorization
-Ongoing Abuse of A Minor
-Ongoing Sexual Abuse, Ongoing Sexual Assault
-Ongoing Victim Shaming, Ongoing Victim Blaming
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Verbal Abuse, Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Ongoing Forced Dominance and Submission
-Ongoing Bad Dominance and Submission Etiquette
-Emerging Forced Incest, Forced Incest
-Exhibitionism, Voyeurism
-Forced Exhibitionism, Forced Voyeurism
-Mind Games, Stockholm Syndrome

The morning after popping Draco's cherry Harry spends a good long while watching the teen sleep before looking up at the frozen portrait of his slave's parents and hardening his expression. He didn't accept the Ministry's overture of giving Draco Malfoy to him to obtain a lover.

He accepted because the boy was the perfect vessel for revenge. He can't afford to stray from that; because if it isn't revenge he wants anymore, what is it? He shakes his head clear of any creeping illusions of happily ever after with the son of some of his most hated enemies and casts a powerful cleaning charm over both the teen and himself before levitating him down to a cell in the Malfoy Dungeons.

He conjures a futon base and a mattress for it as well as a mattress cover and a thick quilt to cover his slave with, then sets out casting warming charms around the cell and a series of cleaning charms to rid the cell and the first floor of the dungeons in general of the dust accumulated there. After conjuring a trio of pillows he finally lowers Draco onto the mattress and tucks him in. He lets the teen sleep while he puts the finishing touches on the cell.

He summons a drinks machine and a snack machine from the aether and sets them up right in the center against one wall of the cell with a large conjured bean bag on either side of them, and a summoned portable washroom cabinet between the machines, and charms the machines to dispense drinks and snacks without requiring pay.

On the opposite wall he conjures bleachers, just three steps worth; as to prevent the future spectators from hitting their heads on the ceiling of the cell. The Malfoy Dungeons actually have a good height at seven and a half feet, but better safe than sorry. He repositions the bed and its occupant vertically dead center against the final wall of the cell and conjures fake potted plants at either side of them. He increases the glow of the magically lit torches of the cell and finally makes his exit, locking the cell with wards that will allow him to monitor his slave from elsewhere on the property.

Draco instantly knows when he awakens in a cell in the Malfoy Dungeons, that whatever seemingly positive change had been present in the afterglow of the sex between him and Harry yesterday, was merely wishful thinking, and braces himself for the worst. He wraps himself up in the quilt he'd been covered in and just waits. Harry doesn't keep him waiting long. A house elf brings Draco's breakfast along with a note from the man.

A large bowl of fruit salad, a medium sized bowl with perfectly cooked bacon, a medium sized bowl with fluffy scrambled eggs that Draco knows without even tasting them have been divinely seasoned, a plate with three amazing looking and wonderfully smelling chocolate chip pancakes, a plate with four slices of perfectly toasted golden brown wheat bread; and appropriate condiments of sugar, butter, maple syrup, whipped cream, sour cream, peanut butter spread ~ both with and without the nuts, nutella, grape jelly, orange marmalade, and both strawberry and blueberry jam; in addition to three thermoses, one with water, one with goat milk, and one with strong brewed high caffeine count coffee; plus three sets of appropriate utensils. The note simply tells Draco to eat his fill because he's going to need the strength.

Draco puts his thoughts on what Harry has in store for him to the back of his mind and digs in. He packs away the pancakes, half the bacon, a quarter of the scrambled eggs, two of the slices of toast, and half the fruit salad, and drinks the goat milk, water, and coffee; surprised at how hungry he was. Harry turns up not five minutes after Draco had called the house elf back to take the leftover breakfast away.

"The human workers on the Malfoy Estate, are any of them related to you?" The man doesn't even afford him the courtesy of a 'Good Morning', getting straight to his plot for the day; Draco tells himself he isn't disappointed by how cold Harry is.

"Not technically. You'll not find their names on any tapestry of the family tree or in any of the record books listing the family members. They're Squibs, but they're still kin. Traditionally they're put up in the various guest houses of the Estate and given a mixture of standard Magical and Muggle education. At age twenty they enter into contractual agreement to serve the House of Malfoy for the rest of their lives. This is done in written form of course, but also through the Unbreakable Vow so long as the Squib in question has enough magic in them to sustain the forces." Draco explains.

"How do you determine if they have enough magic to sustain making the Unbreakable Vow?" Harry queries.

"With a potion created by a Malfoy ancestor many centuries ago. It detects the strength of their magical core. Thus far the Malfoy line has produced very few Squibs that can't handle making the vow." Draco answers.

"What of the ones that can't handle it?" Harry asks.

"The paper on which the written contract is drawn is magical of course. All that needs to be done is to put a penalty in place that will punish the Squib severely if they go back on their commitment. For example, writing into the contract that the Squib will be subject to death by spontaneous combustion if they go back on their commitment. The signatures are also made with blood instead of ink. I'm sure I don't need to explain why that serves as incentive to keep to their commitment." Draco replies.

"And those who aren't willing to make the commitment at all? Do you kill them? Obliviate them and release them into the Muggle World to fend for themselves perhaps?" Harry looks at Draco like he's the world's most abhorrent criminal then and it pisses Draco right the fuck off.

"Nothing so barbaric you miserable swine!" The teen exclaims hotly. "Any unwilling to make the commitment, are placed under a spell that prevents them from speaking of the Wizarding World and their own magical ancestry, even under the effects of Veritaserum or the influence of Legilimency; and financially supported until they turn twenty five, as they settle into life in the Muggle World. After that all ties with the Malfoy family are cut. Needless to say they legally change their surname if they opt out of the commitment."

It is telling of just how sour Harry's feeling towards Draco, that he gives the teen a hard enough smack for his insubordination that it makes the boy's head turn almost three full quarters around. Draco can't even hide the fact he starts crying due to it because of how much his cheek and neck hurt after he manages to snap his head back into proper place.

"So of the two hundred and fifty workers on the property right now, all two hundred of the human ones are Squib relatives of yours, is that correct? Answer me properly slave." Harry checks the boy for damage, invoking an anti-swelling charm over the teen's neck and cheek; his voice loaded with a clear threat towards the end of his venture.

"Yes." Draco says, simply, but seems to think twice about getting defiant and quickly adds, "Yes sir, that is so."

"Well, as your owner, and thus the owner of everything that once belonged to you, I figured you should probably know that today, you'll be performing fellatio and cunnilingus on all two hundred of those Squib relatives of yours." The master tells the slave with great delight. "They'll be along shortly."

Draco recoils; putting his hands over his mouth to keep from vomiting when his brain fully registers the implications, of what's going to happen soon. Unfortunately he can't prevent himself from doing so after Harry turns back around; to put the nail in the coffin so to speak after exiting the cell, telling him gleefully. "A house elf will be bringing that frozen portrait of your parents down from their former bedroom so they can watch."

Draco vomits until he has nothing left to throw up, partially soiling his naked frame and the quilt in the process. Harry spells the mess away and casts an air freshening charm; before taking his leave, leaving a melody of hearty laughter for Draco's ears only in his wake.

Draco barely has time to compose himself before the first Squib arrives. A woman in her late twenties or early thirties by the looks of her. She doesn't speak, merely sheds her shoes, socks, and clothing and forces Draco onto the mattress with strength that can't possibly be her own.

Just before she plants her front nether privates on his face over his mouth and nose he catches a glimpse of the unnatural serenity in her eyes. She's been placed under the Imperius Curse. Draco starts eating her pussy when she reaches behind her and gives his cock a painful squeeze. He's not sure whether he feels worse for himself or for her.

He wishes he knew her name and could someday apologize to her for this. They may be related, but they grew up purposefully detached from each other due to the system kept in place within their family for centuries now. He'd not have had to know hers or any other Squib relative's name or features until he became Lord Malfoy, as was custom. It was no better than being forced upon and being forced on by a stranger.

Her pussy tastes of watermelon, and the juice he's unwantingly treated to when she orgasms tastes of lime. He barely has time to lay there wallowing in the sweet and sour taste, before she's replaced by a male Squib that's around her same age. The man is well endowed and positions himself in such a way, that he can perform fellatio on Draco as Draco performs fellatio on him.

His cock tastes of mint, and his semen tastes of the grapes grown on the Malfoy Estate. Draco cries tears of shame when he himself orgasms, because he wishes this felt awful, but the truth is that the blowjob felt incredible; and there are so many of his Squib relatives yet to take their turn; Draco is well and truly humiliatingly screwed.

After all of his Squib relatives have had their turn, Harry shows up. He spells Draco and everything in the cell clean, and has as many of Draco's Squib relatives as can fit comfortably in the cell around him and Draco, sit or stand and watch as he fucks Draco. First in the ass, then in the pussy, then in his mouth; over and over until Draco passes out.

None of the boy's relatives that are present, are still under the Imperius Curse for this; and Draco, who had barely still been mentally present this far into Harry's scheme of the day, fully retreats into his own mind. Lucius and Narcissa watch it all helplessly from the portrait that a house elf had indeed relocated on Harry's order.

After Draco passes out, Harry continues to fuck him in the ass and pussy for a while; then cleans them both up and shifts the passed out boy so that he's laying right side up on the mattress and gets on top of the teen. He cuddles his slave while alternatively sucking milk from his breasts, the treacle tart flavor never ceasing to make the boy's breast milk, the perfect treat to end his sessions with him on. After having his fill he finally moves to leave the cell and dungeons. He plants a farewell kiss on the slave's lips and tucks him in after one final series of ablution charms.

"You can all go now. Return to whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted your day and carry on as you otherwise would. I trust you all understand after this that Draco Malfoy will never be Lord Malfoy and that you all serve me now, not him." He tells the Squibs.

"Yes, Master Potter." They agree in unison before filing out.

Harry turns his attention to the portrait of Draco's parents and smirks. "I'm not finished with him yet." He informs them sadistically. Then he orders a house elf to return the portrait to its original location and to unfreeze it. "You can curse me from beyond the grave all you'd like, but it's not going to change anything. Your precious son will continue to pay high price after high price for your mistakes."

Harry apparates back to his own home and spends the night shattering and repairing everything around him despite himself as the side of him that has, dare he say it, fallen for Draco Malfoy, wars with the side of him that only sees him as a vessel for revenge. He can't give in to the former, he just can't.

Chapter End