NOTICINE
I wrote this fic for the 4th of fanfic_italia p0rn fest. Hey this is the first time I participate (and I write a story p0rn!), Have mercy! : D
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: Red, NC17
Prompt: Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter, "How, pray?" "Enchantment Sturaorecchie, Malfoy . The Wizengamot gave you probation, but only to my care "
Genre : I was
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to JK Rowlings (not that I ever write something about them XD), we do not gain a penny apart from your own reviews, so be lengthy
* _ * Warnings: slash, lemon, language, sadomasochism, non-consensual, BDSM, bondage, crossdressing, violence, descriptive, descriptive sex, extreme sex.
PRE-TRIAL IIII
9 FINAL CEREMONY
In the four days that separated him from the process, the other man returned five times. Three of them in the company of others.
Draco really began to hope that condemned him to kiss, or that he did fulfill Potter - not that there were their to count, given the way in which they had left - finally giving him the right to commit suicide.
did not believe that his body was like a torture device. His education was based on guilt and emotional blackmail. Previously, he had taken only by Potter, during the days preceding and at school - but there it was fisticuffs between puppies, nothing more.
And Draco realized that even in the past few days together ... there was no malice in shots Potter, when he raised his hands. There was violence, yes, there was a rush, and sadism ... but not evil. There was passion and love ... almost
And his humiliation ... even there, there was no malice. There was a perversion, and a certain sadistic pleasure, and a kind of absurd complicity, recognizing the power of the other, almost with love ... yes, Potter had given them to him for this, for love.
And Draco had taken for love.
When he arrived the day of the trial, Draco was lying naked in the cell, the vacant look dirty and legs, cheeks smeared with tears now dried.
did not know what day it was or what year it was or who he was and why was the world.
The first few times he tried to kick and had caught a couple of Cruciatus Fracci and a beating. So
had become a dead thing. A dead thing has a couple of holes open now available to anyone.
Draco Malfoy wandered lost in the maze of his mind and remained only on the earthly world her body, a broken body, in very poor conditions and barely react only to pain.
Draco Malfoy had forgotten to be alive.
When the door opened, and a wand was pointed at him, Draco did not even move his eyes.
"Detainee A-407, is the time of your trial."
still does not move and fix a point in a vacuum.
"Are you deaf? Get up and move, disgusting. Why are not you wearing pants? "
Draco stood up and picked up his pants and put them on and all this seemed completely pointless. Man knew because she was wearing under his uniform on.
"It stinks to be sick." Said the man when he knelt to free from the shackles and handcuffed his wrists and ankles.
not answered.
'Well, you waiting for? Out and walk. "
He did as he was ordered. The man led him into the room of the change in uniform and put his hand box.
"Change."
Draco looked at him inquiringly. He opened the box and took the collar, rigirandoselo in one hand.
"I do not have my clothes." He said.
"What?"
"I have no clothes. Apart from those who wear it. "
" I'm yours. "
" I know. "
" And how do you go to trial? With this thing on? We are already late. "
Draco shrugged. He winks at his uniform, visibly stained with blood, and more. To carry it so, the guards threatened them, the process, all right.
"Shit." The man put his hand through his hair. Open one of the other boxes out of the question was: To prevent theft, each was equipped with a magic mechanism that allowed it to open only at the trial of the prisoner concerned. suddenly a great knock on the door made him almost be a hit. He turned to Draco. "On your knees, on the wall with their hands up."
Draco obeyed, a bit 'slow movements from the handcuffs. His eyes were fixed on the wall and could not see what was going on behind itself, but also heard the voice.
"I'm here for the trial of Mr. Malfoy ..."
"Oh, Mr. Potter! There was a small problem with the clothes .... I ... "
" Excuse me, but the Wizengamot has been waiting for half an hour and you are likely to delay the deliberation process. Where is Draco? "
" Draco? "
" Mr. Malfoy. "
" Oh, well 'is ... here. "
" Well, let me go. "
" ... It is not very presentable. "
" It does not matter. Let me go. "
" I repeat that ... "
" let me in. I said! And I take off your hands off me! Stupeficium "
Draco felt the thud of the guard fell to the ground, rattling the floor under her knees. And the voice of Harry and his hands on him.
"Dr ... Malfoy, Malfoy oh, What have they done? "
There was shooting and Harry looked around and examine it with shining eyes. "Oh my God" The pointed his wand on his legs. "Scratch Net." Touched his hand clutching the collar. "Does it hurt anything, Malfoy?"
Draco did not answer. Harry casts spell some analgesic on his body and had a slight feeling of relief. Then he transfigured the rags he was wearing a shirt and a pair of pants. Not that the situation would improve greatly.
"We must we go, Malfoy, or lose the trial and sent him back a month. "
Draco did not answer yet, but it seemed that he understood.
Harry took him by the wrist. "Come."
"The defendant sit down."
Harry shook. Draco seemed to be the worst of the murderers, the vacant look and the hands still stained with blood. Had not noticed, when cleaned, and although it was probably his blood, did a nice effect. Draco obeyed passively, as it seemed to do with any order. The chains rattled the chair, but did not move as they had done with him thousands of years ago. He sighed with relief. Maybe it was a good sign in his favor, at least one.
listened to the list of accusations and shook it again. There was for several life terms. There was a kiss.
"The defendant has something to say?"
Draco did not move. Do not even move his eyes.
"The witnesses for the prosecution to rise up."
were fifteen. The first twelve Harry did not know them, but he was almost on his knees praying for Ron and Luna help him.
Ron, however, said a few broken phrases about how the mead was not prepared for him that did nothing but emphasize the attempted murder of Dumbledore.
"I mean, could not have known that would happen in my hand, no? He wanted to kill the president. So here, in reality has not really tried to kill me ... oh, miseriaccia. "
Luna made a pathetic speech on the alleged property Gorgosprizzi and sweating of Draco.
"You see, the cells of the Manor were infested of Gorgosprizzi! And probably Malfoy secretes some substance through the skin ... maybe it's present in his sweats. When he came to check that we had not escaped or that Ollivander was still alive after the torture, all Gorgosprizzi melted away! "
He probably wanted to highlight this alleged ability to Malfoy elementally of Gorgosprizzi as a merit, but the result was only worse.
Katie Bell made a tirade about how he could die and also made use of various medical reports. A roar of indignation burst from the crowd. Something was launched from the ramparts of the public and when he went to hit on the shoulder Harry saw Draco that it was a rotten egg. The judge struck the gavel.
Ten pm in the silence became almost unbearable.
"Witnesses for the defense: Harry Potter."
Draco had left the chair as the embrace of a Dementor. The chains were shaken but had left him in peace. It was concentrated by being present at his trial, but the company seemed impossible. His mind continued to leave. He barely heard the speeches of the fifteen witnesses for the prosecution. The only one that had seemed have a minimum of direction had been to Luna Lovegood, which was saying something. However, he ceased to be any illusion.
was dead.
After the pull of Katie Bell, someone threw a rotten egg at him. He closed his eyes. He had no hope.
And then, Harry Potter began his testimony. He talked and talked and Draco did not do nothing but watch his lips and eyes, and he could not hear a single word.
And yet, the jury retired for the verdict.
Draco could not believe his ears.
"By decree of the Wizengamot Mr. Hyperion Draco Malfoy is acquitted of all charges, based on the testimony of Mr. Harry James Potter. The Wizengamot recalls Mr. Malfoy that may apply in the testamentary provisions of the Ministerial Severus Snape. The court withdraws. The session was closed. "
Acquitted of all charges.
The court withdraws.
The sitting closed.
Draco found himself in the sunlight with the collar in one hand and divided miserable and leaned against the wall of the Ministry trying to avoid the many looks that said they were ostensibly completely disagree with the decision of the Wizengamot. Leaned against the wall and waited for Harry.
Harry went out with his hands in his pockets and his head down. Draco saw him and approached him. She looked at him, opened his mouth and he was without words.
"Malfoy." Harry looked uncomfortable. "Now you're free."
"Draco. Call me Draco. Thanks, Harry. "
" Do not thank me. I did what was right. "
" I ... I'm in big trouble, Harry. I need your help. I ... "
" Have not you heard, in the process? Snape she left her home in Spinner's End is a bit of galleons in the bank. There is no need for you ... ask me. "
" It's not that. I ... I can not put one thing alone. You should think about you. "
" What? "
Draco held out his collar. The studs sparkled for a moment in the sun, in contrast to the shiny black leather.
"tie it to me, please?"
* THE END *
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