Pairing: Draco/?? (Tis a naughty surprise. Can you figure it out before it's revealed?)
Disclaimer: Buffy and associated characters belong to Joss Whedon, Harry Potter and associated characters belong to J. K. Rowling
Author Notes: The damned muse bit and I just ran with it . Since it's a fairly original and a tad dark pairing be warned.
Warning: Implied non-con, forced service of sorts, dark fic, but nothing too graphic yet...maybe a fair bit darker later if I continue it. *shrugs* Not sure yet.
Word Count: 1,224 Words (Per MS Word)
Glancing over the soldier that he'd rescued, Draco smirked ever so slightly. Ever since Potter had won the war against the Dark Lord, it had been far safer for those who were of questionable repute to keep a very low profile. So he'd chosen to spend the majority of his time elsewhere, other than England. Granted he still made the required social occasions, but South America had many delights, if one knew where to look. Besides which the Ministries down here, were more than willing to turn a blind eye, to things going on, with the right incentive.
Looking over at the Healer that he'd asked over, he waited for her report.
"The young man is in reasonable shape for the moment. He'll fully recover with in the week, I must admit I am rather surprised that you are taking the time to care for a muggle. From what I had heard, you considered such to be beneath you."
Draco laughed at that. "Some muggles, even some squibs and mudbloods have possible uses. It all depends on the individual in question. I've learned well enough not to make sweeping assumptions. Especially since he was fighting with a demon, that had killed the rest of his unit. He definitely has some potential."
"As you say Lord Malfoy. Still I should report this incident to the Ministry. They will wish to no of such things."
"Feel free, but do be sure to tell them, that I am taking him into my personal service. So he will not be readily available for questioning, unless there is a very great need."
Bowing from the waist, the healer nodded at that. "I'll let them know that as well my lord. Should you have further need of my services, just call me."
Reading over the directions for the bonding potion, Draco smiled. The modified version that he was working with would do exactly what he needed it to do. It would bond the recipient to the giver, making them a virtual slave. It was almost completely undetectable, and even if found would appear as nothing more than an ordinary bonding potion. This would provide him absolute control over the soldier, without having to resort to the less reliable and far more risky methods of compulsion or mind control potions, or the far riskier use of the Imperious curse.
The soldier certainly was rather pleasant to look upon, especially now that he was fully healed up. He would definitely make a perfect bodyguard, and could also easily serve in other ways as well.
Preparing the potion had been the work of several days, as it was a very complex and delicate potion, but now at last he had only to add the final ingredients. Three drops of his own blood, as well as a hair from his head. Allow it to simmer for another ten minutes, cool and then have the soldier boy drink it down. The effects would be immediate.
Stirring restlessly, Graham slowly opened his eyes looking around. Realizing that he wasn't in familiar surroundings, he slowly sat up and looked around a bit farther.
Something felt distinctively off, almost like he was being pulled in some unknown direction, by a force he couldn't readily name.
At that moment the door to the room where he was resting opened, and a young blond man walked in, a smile upon his face, as he saw Graham sitting up.
"Well, it's good to see that you've healed up enough to finally sit up," Draco said in a neutral tone of voice. "The local healer wasn't sure if you were going to make it or not, but was leaning towards you surviving."
"Who...who are you," Graham asked after managing at last to get his throat cleared. "And where am I?"
"I'm Draco Malfoy, and you are currently resting in a guest room in my home. I ran across you when you were being attacked, and managed to save you. I'm afraid the rest of the individuals with you died before I got there," Draco offered simply, watching the soldier as he slowly digested the information. "But the question of more importance is who are you and what exactly did you think you were doing?"
"Captain Graham Miller, assigned to the HST unit out of the UN. My unit and I were..." Graham choked off to a sudden end as he forced himself to stop speaking. "What the hell did you do to me? There's no reason I'd tell you all of that."
Draco smirked slightly at that. "Actually, you're bound to me in ways that aren't important for you to understand. The basics of it is that you are compelled to answer any question that I ask, and also to do as I command you to do. If you were foolish enough to attack me, you'd feel the same pain, but at a far greater degree. Now what were you and your unit doing?"
"We were on a routine patrol when an unknown hostile attacked. As you already know most of the unit was killed and I was injured trying to take it out."
Draco nodded at that. "From your accent, I am assuming that your American. Stupid fools messing around with what they shouldn't. Still, no one is likely to question your 'disappearance' are they?"
Graham shook his head slightly in a negative response, before biting at his lip. "What do you want with me?"
"I rescued you simply because it posed an interesting challenge, not to mention some of the parts of the creature that attacked you are of value. Once I saw you, I decided you could be of use, at the very least as a bodyguard, though I'm sure you'll have some other uses as well," Draco said with a small leer, at the topless soldier. "Not exactly worthy as a partner, but as a toy, I believe you'll do quite well."
Graham shivered at that. "I'm not like that. Even if I were, I prefer my lovers to be my equal, not a subordinate..."
"How amusing. It's not like you're going to be the one in charge. As for your likes or dislikes, well, you'll learn to do as you're told. The binding allows me to easily give you pleasure, or pain at will. Consider which you would rather have," Draco offered coldly. "For now, I would suggest you rest, I'll send a house elf up later with some food for you to eat. And don't bother to try and leave the room. You won't be able to."
Smiling as he sat down in front of the wall sized mirror, Draco watched as his pet explored his room and investigated the limits that were imposed upon him.
"Hmmmm, you definitely will do Graham. Now the only question is, do you have any magical potential that I can train you more fully as a bodyguard. Or will you be limited to merely being a more personal body servant...either or both have possibilities," Draco said softly to himself.
His smile grew as he watched the soldier enter the bathroom and strip down in order to get a shower. "Oh yes, you'll definitely do very well as a body servant. perhaps a bodyguard as well. After all, I expect that your other skills, would be rather unexpected."
The End for Now
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