Harry—no Potty— cleaned the Malfoy’s large house until around eight o’clock at night when he heard Master Draco call for him in his head. The problem was that he had no idea where his master was.
“Tatty!” Potty called.
The elf who had given him a tour of the basement apparated in front of him. “What is wrong Potty?”
“Master Draco is calling for me, but I don’t know where he is.”
“House-elves be having power that lets us locate masters wherever they may be.” Tatty closed his eyes and concentrated. Then he opened them again. “Bedroom. Master Draco is in his bedroom.”
“Where’s that?”
The house-elf sighed. “Tomorrow Potty gets tour of whole house. But for now, hold onto Tatty.” Potty grabbed Tatty’s outstretched hand. He felt a pull at his navel and suddenly they were just outside a door. “Potty needs to learn disapparation,” the elf said before he disapparated.
Potty knocked on the door.
“Come in,” came the voice of Potty’s new master.
Potty opened the door and saw the blond in a green nightgown studying away at his desk.
“Master Draco, what can I—I mean Potty. What can Potty do for Master Draco?”
“It seems like you’re starting to learn how to speak properly,” the blond said. “Go and make me some chamomile tea. I wish to drink while I study.”
“Yes, Master Draco.” Potty turned to leave.
“Wait,” the boy said. He smiled at his once-rival. “How did father punish you earlier today?” The boy was smirking.
“Potty can’t say.”
“Looking to be punished again so soon, Potty?”
The brunette took a deep breath and carefully worded his reply. “Master Draco can punish Potty if he wants to. Master Draco has that right, but Master Lucius ordered Potty not to say.”
The smirk left the blond’s face. “Fine then, go make my tea. And if you take more than ten minutes you’ll be punished.”
“Yes, Master Draco.” Potty closed the door behind him. Now he needed to find his way to the basement kitchen so he could make tea. He felt bad asking Tatty for help again, but he just couldn’t do this on his own yet. The house elf disapparated him down to the basement and another elf, Frilly, showed him where they kept the tea, how to make it, and how to present it.
Frilly was a very short elf. Shorter than most. Her long nose curled upward. She worked in the kitchens mostly. She was very kind and didn’t mind helping Potty. She even apparated him to Malfoy’s room and promised to teach him how to disapparate on their down time.
Potty knocked again on Master Draco’s door. The other boy opened it and looked at the covered saucer that Potty held. Then the blond raised an eyebrow.
“Potty is sorry for the wait, Master Draco.” Potty knew that he had just made Master Draco’s ten minute deadline. He took the silver cover off the saucer and presented the antique teacup full of hot chamomile tea to his master.
Frilly had made sure he’d made it to Master Draco’s taste. Hot, but not boiling, two teaspoons of sugar—no more, no less, a 1/8 oz of skim milk, and served in the small blue and white stripped antique teacup (Master Draco’s favorite).
The Master took the cup from him, sniffed it, and tasted it. He looked suspiciously at Potty.
“Confess Potty, who made this tea for you? You certainly didn’t,” Master Draco accused.
“Frilly showed Potty how it’s done, but Potty made the tea on his own.”
“Put the serving tray away then come back to my room.”
“Yes, Master Draco.”
When Potty was back, Master Draco asked him again what Potty’s punishment had been. Potty refused to answer.
“So my father told you not to say?”
“Yes, Master Draco.”
The blond looked unhappy. Then a small smile appeared on his face. “Fine then. I’ll just have you show me. Lift up your pillowcase.”
Potty tried to remember if Master Lucius had told him not to show any scars or blemishes. He didn’t think so. He still didn’t want Master Draco to see his body though. Potty sighed and lifted his pillowcase.
Draco couldn’t help staring at the other boy’s package. Potter’s cock was on the small side. His balls too. And he’d already seen how round and perfect his ass was. His nipples were perky and pink. His skin too was perfect.
Too perfect. The only marks Draco could see were from the whipping he’d given Potter earlier that day. Where were the marks from his father? Did he not use corporal punishment? Maybe he gave Potter a hard task to complete or some kind of psychological torture? Draco wanted to know. He needed to know. Potter was his. Would be his.
He let Potter put his pillowcase back down. The other boy’s blush was magnificent.
Draco looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was getting late and the tea had made him sleepy, but he didn’t want to send Potter away just yet.
Draco got into bed.
“Master Draco, should I excuse myself—I mean, should Potty excuse himself so you can sleep?” Potty asked.
“Hmm…no. Not yet. I wish to be lulled to sleep.”
“Would you like Potty to read you a story or—”
“I’m not five Potter—or rather, Potty,” Draco corrected.
“Then—”
“Tell me some of your secrets. You know, the juicy stuff that you’d never let me find out when we were still rivals, when we didn’t know you were an elf.” Draco yawned. “The stuff you told your stupid friends. I’m sure that’ll bore me to sleep.”
Potty took in a deep breath. Was he for real? “What do you want to know?” he said reluctantly.
“What names did you and your friends call me behind my back?”
“The ferret,” Potty said automatically. Master Draco glared at him. “Nothing else really. Maybe a git from time to time.”
“What about the Goblet of Fire? Did you really not put your name in?”
“Yes. It was apparently Barty Crouch Jr.”
“Ever have a girlfriend?” Draco didn’t know where the question had come from. Sure he wanted to know, and yeah he wanted Potter sexually, but he didn’t want the other boy to know that.
“No.”
Draco felt relief.
“Why?”
Potty shrugged. “I—I mean Potty—asked someone to the Yule Ball, but she turned me—I mean Potty—down.”
“Who?”
“Cho Chang.”
Draco couldn’t see what Potter saw in the Cho girl. “Right, she was going out with Diggory at the time.”
“Yeah.”
“Ever kiss anyone?” Why had he asked that?
“No.”
“Had sex?”
“No.”
Draco wanted to look haughty and smug, but he was secretly glad that Potter had no experience.
“This is boring,” the blond said. “Tell me a sexual fantasy you’ve had. No, tell me your craziest, most bizarre sexual fantasy.”
“What?” Had he heard him wrong? Master Draco wanted him to seriously tell him that? Why? So he could laugh at him?
“A sexual fantasy. Are you daft or deaf?”
“I don’t have…” He wanted to tell the boy that he didn’t have any sexual fantasies, but that would be lying and he knew that the guilt would overwhelm him. “I mean Potty. Potty, uh…Potty once had a fantasy where Potty was…er…”
“Get on with it.”
“Potty had a fantasy where he was having s-sex with Ch-Cho Chang,” he got out.
“Okay, and what exactly where you doing in this fantasy?” Draco grinned.
“Well, you know…”
“Yes?”
“Sex.”
“Yeah, I know, but what specifically was the fantasy about? What kink? What fetish?”
“I don’t understand. We were just having sex.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
The blond couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Really, that’s your craziest sexual fantasy? Just plain ol’ sex? Probably fucking missionary too.” Draco laughed harder.
Potty didn’t understand what Master Draco had meant by kink and fetish. He’d just told the other boy something so personal and the other boy was laughing not because he’d revealed an intimate secret, but because his secret wasn’t weird enough? Now Potty kind of wanted to know one of Master Draco’s sexual fantasies. He couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“What? You think a lowly house-elf can ask his master that?” Draco stopped laughing. “You forget your place. I’ll have to punish you in a fitting manner.”
Without warning Master Draco left his bed, grabbed Potty by the hair, and smashed his lips against Potty’s. The kiss didn’t last long, but Potty was revolted.
“There,” the blond said when he’d let Potty go. “You’ve just given your first kiss to your master. That was your punishment. Remember, a house-elf is a slave. Your master can ask you any question they want, but a house-elf has no right to ask their master anything, especially something so personal. Now, what do you say?”
Potty was stunned. He was mad. He was embarrassed. Most of all he was sad. Draco Malfoy had just taken his first kiss. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him though. He had to control himself. If he thought too badly of Master Draco, the guilt would come. What had Master Draco said? He had to say something. Right.
“Thank you Master Draco for Punishing Potty by stealing—taking my, his, Potty’s first kiss. Potty was wrong to ask such an intimate question of his master.”
“Good. Now I think I’m done with you tonight. Leave me,” Master Draco said.
Potty closed the door behind him and started making his way down to the basement to get a cleaning cloth when he heard Master Lucius call him in his head.
“Frilly!” Potty whispered.
“Yes?” The small female house-elf asked, apparating right beside him.
“Where is Master Lucius? He’s calling me.”
“I’ll take you to him,” she said happily. They apparated to a room Harry had never been in. It had a large bookcase, a desk, a couch and a lush green carpet. The walls were green with silver stripes. A study perhaps?
“Why did you apparate me inside the room instead of outside like you did with Master Draco’s room?” he asked the elf.
“Because,” answered Master Lucius before Frilly could speak, “House-elves are never permitted to enter their Master’s bedchamber without knocking. For all other rooms you need to apparate at the master’s side when called.”
Frill bowed her head and was about to disapparate when Master Lucius held up a hand. “I have orders for you both.”
“For you,” Master Lucius pointed at Potty. “You will spend every night this week learning to apparate and disapparate. And you,” he said pointing at Frilly. “You will teach him. Also, I expect you to teach him the layout of this house as well as the yard and gardens.” Master Lucius sat down in his wingback chair by the fire. “you are dismissed for now. I’ll send him down to the basement in a moment. I’m going to have a word with him in private first.”
“Yes, Master Lucius,” Frilly said before disapparating.
“Now, I’m going to give you an official role within this house, Potty. All my elves are given roles. For instance Tatty is one of the cleaning elves, Frilly is cooking, Lanny is my personal house-elf, and Venny…Venny you’ll meet tomorrow. He’ll teach you how to fit into your roll.
“Master Lucius?”
“Yes?”
“What is my roll?
“You are a cleaning elf. More specifically you will be the sole elf responsible for cleaning the Red Room.”
“Oh right. You told me—Potty—you told Potty earlier that Potty would clean that room sometimes.”
“You will clean it every day. You will make it spotless. That room is very important to me so it needs to be well-maintained.”
“But if it’s so important then why have me, I mean Potty, do it?”
“Because you aren’t much use for anything else. You can’t disapparate yet, and you have yet to understand the layout of this house. You should at least be able to take care of a single room. I will still have you do other tasks, but your main prerogative should be the Red Room. Make the cleanliness and readiness of that room your purpose in life.”
“Yes, Master Lucius.” Potty didn’t like that his reason for living had been simplified into cleaning a single room, but he couldn’t exactly do anything about that.
“Venny will show you the ropes first thing in the morning. For now, go find Frilly so she can begin teaching you apparition. And don’t forget, you tell nobody about the Red Room or your new role. If anyone asks, say you are in charge of cleaning one of Master Lucius’s rooms.”
“Yes, Master Lucius.”
“One more thing before you go. Here,” Master Lucius took out a band and placed it around Potty’s wrist. It resembled a slap bracelet, but Potty doubted he’d be able to take it off. The metal molded itself together and it was too small around his wrist to slide off.
“This is something I had made. They told me you wouldn’t be able to locate your masters innately like a typical house-elf so this should remedy that. Whenever a Malfoy calls for you, the bracelet should light up and tell you our location. It works long distances as well.”
Potty couldn’t believe his master had actually given him something. Wait…would a watch-of-sorts be considered clothes? Was this a loophole?
“I know exactly what you’re thinking, and no I did not just set my new half-elf free. You are so simple-minded. Do you think I would ever make that mistake again?”
Potty gulped.
This band is not clothing nor is it a gift. This band is my possession that I have placed on one of my house-elves because they are beyond incompetent. This band is for me, not you.”
Potty looked down at the green carpet. He had gotten his hopes up for nothing.
“You may leave now.”
Potty called for Frilly once he left the room. Frilly started by giving Potty a tour of the Malfoy Mannor. There were so many hallways and rooms that it made his head spin. How was he ever going to learn how to get around? After the tour Frilly began teaching him the art of apparition. It was really hard and Potty wasn’t very good at it. Frilly warned him that he could get seriously hurt if he did it wrong. Apparently house-elves are practically born knowing how to disapparate.
After his nightly lessons with Frilly, they both went back to the basement. It was a Saturday so they couldn’t take a shower. And even though he was starving, he couldn’t eat anything till 2:00 PM the next day. How was he going to live like this?
Thankfully Potty had already memorized the layout of the basement because he really needed to pee. He hadn’t noticed Frilly entering after him till he already had his pillowcase pulled up and his dick in his hand. Potty startled and Frilly blushed.
“Wh-what are you doing in here?”
“It be a bathroom for both genders,” Frilly reminded him.
“Oh, right.” Potty didn’t know what to say. “Uh, could you please leave. I’m not used to girls being in the same bathroom. Or I could leave until you’re done.”
Frilly giggled. “No need for Potty to be embarrassed. Go ahead and pee. Pretend Frilly not even here.”
It was hard to do. He tried to focus on what he was doing. Potty blushed as he released his bladder. The sound of his piss hitting the toilet was loud. The only ones in the bathroom were him and Frilly.
That is until Milly walked in. Milly was Master Draco’s personal house-elf, Potty remembered. Great, Potty thought. Now there were two girls in the bathroom with him.
He tried to finish up quickly. When he was done, he noticed that both female elves were just staring at him. Had they even used the toilet?
“Uh…don’t you have to pee or something?” He asked them.
“No,” Frilly said.
“Milly does,” Milly said at the same time.
“Frilly just wanted to watch Potty pee,” Frilly said.
“What?”
“Milly has to pee, but Milly wanted to watch first.”
“Uh…”
“We’ve never lived with a half-elf before and Potty looks so human.”
“So much like a master,” Milly interjected.
“Potty is so tall and Potty’s penis is so big,”
“Potty’s balls too. Potty’s balls are big too,” Milly said. The elves both giggled.
“We wanted to watch Potty pee,” Frilly said again.
Potty blushed and tried his best to cover himself with the pillowcase. He wasn’t tall and his dick wasn’t big, well, he supposed it was big in terms of house-elf standards. He’d never seen a house-elf’s penis before but he assumed it was proportionate to their size.
“Does Potty want to see Milly pee?”
“No, that’s okay. I’d rather not.” Potty walked quickly to the sink and washed his hands. Was he really so abnormal that house-elves thought it was fascinating to see him pee?
Potty walked to the bedroom. It was a large room with lots of beds. The beds were all bunkbeds to save room, except instead of a regular bunk bed, these beds had three beds stacked on top of each other instead of two.
“It’s already 1:15 AM. We should be sleeping now,” Frilly said.
“Are there any empty beds?”
“There be an empty bed at the end of the room,” she said. “The one with Billy and Bobby.” She pointed to a bed in the corner. The bottom bunk was taken up by a house-elf with overly large ears. Frilly told him that was Billy. The second bunk was home to an old looking elf. Bobby.
Frilly introduced them. “Billy be working at cooking like Frilly and Bobby be taking care of Mistress Narcissa’s gardens.”
“And what does Potty be doing?” Billy asked. “He be a human-looking half-elf. Potty be cleaning toilets?”
“No mind Billy,” Frilly said. “Billy not too smart. Billy knows cooking and nothing else.” She turned toward Billy. “Potty name Potty not because Potty clean toilets!” she said angrily at the elf.
“Potty was told that he, I, I mean Potty was in charge of maintaining one of Master Lucius’s rooms.”
“Billy is sorry, Potty. Billy not trying to be mean to Potty. Billy like Potty. Potty is human-elf.
“Half-elf,” Frilly corrected.
“More than half,” Bobby said from his bunk. “Potty looks almost human. Bobby wonders how Potty’s relatives got away with hiding being half-elf for so many generations,” Bobby said, eyes narrowing at Potty.
“I don’t know. I mean Potty doesn’t know.”
“Bobby also wonders from what family Potty is from. House-elves don’t have last names, but we still being part of families.”
“How many house-elf families live here?” Potty asked.
“Eight!” Frilly answered enthusiastically. “All big families with many generations except for Poppy’s family. Poppy is being in that bed there.” Frilly pointed to a bed toward the center of the room. Potty had no idea who she meant. “Poppy is only being the fourth generation of her family. Poppy’s grandfather was purchased from another Human family by Master Lucius’s father, Master Abraxas Malfoy.
“Anyway,” Frilly said. “Frilly thinks it’s time to sleep. Would Billy mind giving Potty his bed? Potty is too big to be sleeping so close to the ceiling.”
“Billy doesn’t mind,” Billy said. Billy will sleep on the top bunk.” The house elf-climbed up and allowed Potty to lay down on his old bottom-bunk bed.
“Thanks Billy,” he said.
“Shhhh!” came a voice from the bed next to them. “It be late and Loppy wants to sleep!”
And so they all went to sleep for the night. Potty hoped he could learn how to disapparate quickly. It would make his life so much easier. The last thought he had before he drifted off was that of the Red Room. He still didn’t understand what the Red Room was. Probably some sort of torture chamber. Was that where he punished all his house-elves? Potty had never seen a room like that before. It looked scary and now Potty was personally responsible for it. He sighed and tried to get some sleep.
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