Draco's POV in his mind:
Did I regret how the war ended? No. Did I regret how I ended up in this place I'm in? No, for I felt I deserved this. But did I regret what my part was? Yes, but it wasn't like I had a choice. My whole life was based off of people respecting me for the power my family held. Never for who I was. Still to this day no one knows who I truly am. Everyone worshipped me as a god before and during the war. That was all for exept Harry Potter and his little group of mudbloods and freaks. But even though I should hate Harry Potter I can't deny the fact I feel like I love him. He was the first person to ever ignore me even though he knew the power I held.
Blasted Harry Potter.
The blindfold still tight around my eyes taking away all sight. And the gag ball in my mouth disabling me from speech. I could feel the cold metal around my wrist chaining me to the floor. I lay there on cold concrete. As I have for many years. The only time I'm ever removed from this hell of a place is when the guards force me to eat. Or when the richer disgusting men need to use me.
I hear the door open and I barely lift my heard off the ground to hear better.
-Today is you lucky day Malfoy. Someone has bought you.- The guard says, unchaining me. He yanks me up roughly and undose the blindfold. Giving me my sight back. I'm still disabled from speech so I'm forced to follow him without any say. I keep my eyes to the ground. I've learned that the people who use me like that. All higher power men do. We enter a room that I've been in multiple times before. I shudder as memory's flood my brain. I look up to see the one and only Harry Potter. Fear floods me. He's always hated me. There's no doubt this will not end well. My breathing quickens in fear as I force my eyes back to the ground again. The guard undoes the cuffs and I let my hands hang free at my side. They take the gag ball out of my mouth. Harry grabs me roughly by the arm before nodding dragging me out of the huge house.
The last thing I would of ever suspected was to be Harry Potter's slave.
He brings me out to a car before shoving me in the back I scooch as far to the opposite door as possible. It's one of those cars where the seat wraps all the way around so Harry gets in and sits in front of me. He tells the driver to take him home before rolling up the window connecting the front from the back. He sits back and studies me. I try to make myself seem as small as possible. After what feels like hours of silence he finally speaks.
-Malfoy.- is all he says. I flinch at the sound of him saying my last name as I look up at him.
Has time changed him. For the better so to say. His hair is still as dark and messy as ever. Not a wrinkle on his face. His eyes still piercing green. He has a muscular build that suits him. He not to big but he's not small like the last incounter you had. He studies you. Your blonde hair a mess and you look weak and frail. For which you are. Your grey eyes are dull and you look drained.
-When we get to my place I want you to eat, wash up, and get some sleep. You already have your own room. I'll have one of the workers show you where it is there's a bathroom connected to your room. I'll have a maid set you clothes out as you eat.- He says while still looking you up and down. He looks away from you and out the window.
-Thank you.- You mumble.
-What was that?- He says looking back up at you.
-I said thank you.- you say raising your voice slightly to where he could hear you. -Thank you for saving me from that terrible place.- You say as tears fill your eyes slightly falling over. Harry reaches out to grab your hand but you flinch away.
-Don't. Please don't.- You say loudly. He pulls his hand away and nods.
You arrive at his house. Well more so palace. The place is huge. Harry leads you inside and tells a maid to set your clothes out in your room. He then tells a butler to take you to the dining room to feed you. And to take you to your room after. He turns to you. -I will see you later I have things to do in my office. It's down the hall to the left from your room. Big double doors for if you need me.- He says before going up the stairs. The butler takes you to a room with a long table and a plate full of food set at one place. The butler sets you down before standing outside the door. You dig into the food hungrily. You finnish in no time and the butler takes you to what is your room. He shuts the door and you turn around to admire the room. It's walls are a forest green. The carpets black. With a big four poster bed with curtains on them. There are dresses all along one wall and a table with a mirror on it in one corner of the room. A huge TV Infront of the bed. And a closet that is standing wide open. A closed door is right across the room. You walk to it to find out it's the bathroom. You close the door behind you. You had a spell put on you to where you didn't grow body hair out of anywhere besides you head. Because the nasty men from before didn't like it. So shaving wasn't a problem. You strip down after turning the water on as hot as it will go. You look at yourself in the mirror. Scars cover your chest. And bruises cover you back from where you were recently beat. You look away from yourself and step in the shower. You let me the water soak your body. After cleaning yourself you get out and wrap up in a fluffy towel. You grab a comb off of the counter that you saw sitting on the edge and comb through your hair. You walk out and see grey sweats and a black tshirt on the bed. Along with black briefs. You slip all the clothes on before laying in bed. You lay there for a while. As soon as your about to fall asleep you hear a knock at your door.
-Come in.- You say sleepily. Harry walks in with just a pair of sweats on. Your eyes travel his body.
-I was coming to see if you liked your room or not.- He says leaning against the door fraim smirking as he watches you check him out.
-What, oh yea I like it.- You say as a blush forms.
-Okay, well my room is right next to your just in case you need me.- He says smirking. He walks up to your bed and puts his hand on the other side of your head. He's leaning over you as he looks down at the tent in your pants. -And I mean help with anything.- He says before kissing your cheek softly. He walks out of your room closing your door behind him. Leaving you speechless. Was the one and only Harry Potter just flirting. You shake your head as you take care of your problem with one first in your mouth to stop all noises. After you pass out on the bed.
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