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serpens_fic ([info]serpens_fic) wrote,
@ 2009-03-30 12:48:00

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Entry tags:drabble, harry/draco, multichapter

Drabble: Definition of 'Free', R, 1/?
Name of this series is still sort of undecided, so expect it to change.

Title: Definition of 'Free'
Pairing: Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione
Rating: will vary, up to R
Warnings: slavery, slash
Word Count: 200



Prospective slaves - the Death-Eater prisoners who were considered just 'tame' enough to domesticate - were on display for those present, spelled into docility. Unlike the slaves, however, the crowd looking over the wares were there voluntarily, and by invitation only: there because the Ministry thought them strong enough, clever enough, and cruel enough to handle a slave who might plot the death and destruction of their owner.

Harry didn't want a slave. However, he absolutely loathed Umbridge, who had somehow gotten off with no more than a wrist slapping. He suspected she'd bribed someone to be here.

When she started bidding with her simpering, "Hem hem, 5 galleons, if you please," he literally saw red, clenching his hands into fists so tight that the scar - I will not tell lies - stood out white against his flushed skin, his wand held in a white-knuckled grip.

His hand shot up like he was under Imperius. "Ten galleons," he heard his own voice say, cold and harsh. He had more than enough galleons, even if the Ministry itself backed her.

Still, when the bidding ended, he found himself the shocked owner of one Draco Malfoy.

He hadn't even known who he was bidding on.


Link to Part Two



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