Chapter 2: Draco’s Desires

The Ministry officials arrived quickly. Harry was still paralyzed when they disaparated with him to the Ministry. Madam Pomfrey and Albus Dumbledore went with them. The Ministry took another blood test, then ran a few other tests on the boy. Then they left him alone and naked in a locked room.

The room he was in was furnished and pretty nice. Harry just sat on the bed and waited for Dumbledore or the ministry officials to come back. He thought about what the Headmaster had told him. He didn’t believe it. There was no way he was a house-elf. The very thought was crazy. They couldn’t just make him serve a family like some kind of slave. He had to go to Hogwarts. He had to defeat Voldemort. He wasn’t a fucking house-elf!

Harry wished they’d give him some clothes. He wasn’t used to being naked. He was shy when he had to take showers in the quidditch locker rooms. He always waited until everyone left to take his. And now here he was, naked as could be in a spare bedroom inside the Ministry for Magic. His hands were currently covering his crotch just in case someone came back.

Harry waited what seemed like an hour before he heard a key enter the lock to his door. The door swung open to reveal Dumbledore and three Ministry officials. They told him to stand and walk with them. They walked him to a small room with a cot. It looked a little like a muggle doctor’s surgical room. Harry was told to lay on the cot. When he did, restraints magically strapped him down.

“W-what’s going on?” Harry asked, fearfully.

It was Dumbledore that answered. “The Ministry has legally declared you a house-elf in the eyes of the court. They have also found out, through your blood, what house you are supposed to be serving. Your Masters are currently waiting in the next room to take you home.”

“What? No!”

“Right now the Ministry is performing a ritual so you’ll act more like a house-elf. Please wait patiently while the dark curse is cast on you.”

“No please, Headmaster. I’m not a house-elf!”

“No Harry, you only think you aren’t. In the eyes of the Ministry you are. I’m sorry that I ever sent you your Hogwarts acceptance letter. I didn’t know you were an elf. You should have never learned Wizarding magic. You should have never gotten an education. That is my fault. I should have seen the signs, Harry. I’m sorry to have put you through all this. Just relax now. You no longer need to concern yourself with Voldemort. All you need to know, all you need to do, is serve your house. Be a good house-elf, Harry.” Then the man left the room. Harry screamed after him, but the man didn’t turn around, didn’t come back.

Harry saw the group of Ministry officials, five in all, surround his cot. They raised their wands and pointed them at him. Then they began to chant. Harry could feel dark magic form over his skin like a blanket, then slowly sink into him, into his blood, into his bones, into his mind. Harry lost consciousness when he felt a dark curse cause havoc inside his skull.

The boy woke up sometime later. He was no longer strapped down to the cot. He sat up and instantly felt nauseous. He vomited over the side of the cot. He heard a Ministry official yell at him, then drag him off the cot. Harry placed his hands once more over his groin as he came back to himself. That’s right, they’d cast a dark curse on him to make him more like a house-elf. Harry tried to figure out how he felt as the men walked him out of the room. Harry didn’t feel any different. He felt like nothing had happened to him in the first place. He didn’t feel any need to obey anyone or anything.

The officials pulled Harry into the next room and the boy froze. Sitting on an elegant red sofa sat the Malfoys. Harry shook his head. His family couldn’t be the Malfoys. Harry looked into the eyes of Lucious first. The man looked almost bored. Narcissa looked disgusted as she stared at him with her beady little eyes. And Draco…Draco was sneering evilly at him.

The first person to speak was Lucious. He gave a direct order to see what Harry would do. “Come here, Potter.”

Harry suddenly felt like he should walk toward Lucious. Odd. He wondered what would happen if he didn’t. Harry stood his ground and decided he wasn’t going to follow the order. At first Harry smirked at the man. He knew it. He wasn’t a house-elf. They couldn’t make him do whatever they wanted. Then Harry started to feel something in his gut. It was growing in his stomach. It made him feel ill. Not like he was going to vomit again, but…he couldn’t really explain it. Then he felt sweat bead on his skin. He felt a wave of nervousness next. Then the ill feeling in his stomach spread. It was guilt. Harry was feeling a sickening guilt for not doing what he had been told.

Harry wondered if the guilt would go away if he walked toward the man. He really hated the feeling. He wanted it to end as soon as he could. But there was also something in his brain asking what would happen if he still didn’t follow the order. Harry had always been curious and rebellious, so even though he really wanted the guilt to stop, he remained still.

The guilt continued to spread inside him until it was all he could think about. The longer he continued to not follow the order, the more miserable it made him. Then Harry felt so bad that he couldn’t take it anymore.

What am I doing? Harry thought. What the fuck am I doing? What have I done? Why didn’t I follow his order? Why am I not following Malfoy’s order? My Master’s order! Harry tried to take a step back from his thoughts. He knew it was the dark magic making him think these things. Malfoy was not his master. Then he felt even more guilt for daring to think that Malfoy wasn’t his Master. Then Harry thought of a way out. He had to punish himself. That would make the guilt go away. He had to punish himself for disobeying. He had to punish himself for his bad thoughts.

Draco heard his father give Potter the simple order. No matter what the Ministry said, he still couldn’t believe that Harry Potter had elf DNA inside him. He didn’t look like the elves they had at home. Though Potter had always been on the short side. Draco didn’t expect the boy to follow his father’s order.

He watched Potter struggle with himself for a short time. It looked like he really didn’t want to follow his father’s order. There was a pained look on his face that made Draco smile. Then, to his surprise, Potter began to walk forward. Draco’s eyes widened. The internal struggle had only lasted a few seconds and now Potter was following the order.

Draco watched as Potter walked all the way up to them. The boy was only a foot from where Lucious sat. Then Harry got to his knees and slammed his head hard on the wooden floor. Harry stood back up. A stream of blood slowly made its way down his face. Draco watched as a drop fell from the boy’s chin.

Draco had seen house elves hurt themselves before, but to see Potter do it…he had no words. Part of it freaked him out, but another part, the sadistic part, took great pleasure in watching Potter’s guilt consume him until he had to punish himself.

His mind began filling up with things he wanted to make the other boy do. Then Draco really looked at the green-eyed boy. Harry Potter was standing only about a foot away from them…and completely naked. His hands were desperately covering his crotch. Draco couldn’t help the blush that made itself known on his cheeks.

In all honesty, Draco had always liked Harry Potter. Not necessarily as a friend though. The boy’s presence had always done strange things to him sexually. Draco was gay. He knew this since he was about five. He had fallen in love with the boy who was his age and had already defeated The Dark Lord. He’d read about the boy named Harry Potter in books. It sounded like a fairytale. A powerful boy with black hair and green eyes who had killed Voldemort when he was only a baby. Harry was like a prince to him, a boy from a story and nothing more. The boy couldn’t possibly exist in the real world.

Then he’d met a boy just like the book described in Madam Malkin’s shop when he was eleven years old. Draco saw the resemblance immediately and became so nervous that he rambled on and on, bragging about this and that to impress the boy, not that he thought he was talking to the actual Harry Potter. When he got on the train and found out the boy from the shop really was the famous Harry Potter, he instantly offered his friendship. But those green eyes looked at him skeptically after he’d told him how unwise it was to hang out with a Weasley. From then on the two became something like enemies. Draco taunted Harry, though he licked his lips at the thought of kissing him. He humiliated him, though he wanted to humiliate him in other ways, sexual ways. Draco masturbated to thoughts of him. He wished he could force the powerful boy to submit to him…and now he actually could.

Harry Potter was no longer the powerful prince from his books. Harry was a house-elf. His house-elf. Well, his father’s. He’d have to convince the man to give him the boy. For even though Draco was told that Harry had elf blood, though Harry Potter was legally a house-elf, Draco still desired him sexually. He couldn’t wait to give the boy all manner of orders. He’d have Harry as his own personal house-elf if it killed him.

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