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03 December 2006 @ 01:50 pm
Title: "Imperious" (500 words)
Author: Jimbo
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry and Draco (Daniel Radcliffe, Tom Felton)
Gender Code: M/m
Activity Code: Bond, Dom
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters -- just borrowing them for the fun of it.
Summary: Consider them a couple years older than the last book, even though there's really nothing blatantly sexual in the story. Imperious: "domineering in a haughty manner" says dictionary.com.
Notes: For the dirty_fic December challenge: 'pet'

Ron Weasley stood, mouth gaping, unable to muster even a "Bloody Hell." He had blanched at the sight of Draco Malfoy down on all fours on a thin mattress, starkers, a thick leather collar around his bony neck and his arse facing heavenward. Ron's best friend Harry Potter sat nearby in an overstuffed chair with a satisfied expression on his face and a leash in his hand.

"Pull in those eyes," Harry said, "before you drop them out of your head."

"Harry, you've gone mental!"

Harry nodded. "Maybe."

The note from Harry had simply said 'meet me,' and had been written on the back of a rumpled parchment that on closer inspection included a map. Ron was used to things like this, having two brothers that spent most of their waking hours dealing in contraband, but he still found it hard to follow the circuitous course to the hidden dungeon.

"What do you think about my new pet?" Harry asked. "Better than anything Hagrid has, isn't he?"

"Harry . . ."

"You'll rot in Azkaban for this, Potter!" Draco said with a sneer. "Just where you belong."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry ordered and Draco Malfoy dutifully closed his mouth.

Ron drew in his breath at the dawning yet horrifying realization of what Harry must have done. "Harry, you didn't! You didn't use the Imperius Curse on Malfoy?"

Harry got up and approached the mattress, casually ruffling Draco's light hair. "Pretty, isn't he? I had never really noticed."

Draco raised his chin. "I need to make water," he said.

"What do you say?"

Pausing, Draco scowled over at Ron. Then, in a somewhat pleading voice he addressed Harry: "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," said Harry with a grin. "No!"

"Harry, for crying out loud," Ron wailed.

Looking older and more tired than Ron remembered, Harry faced him with a finger pressed to his lip. "Pipe down, Ron. Don't you see? He has to do what I say. For the first time, I have the last word."

Ron scurried around the mattress, avoiding eye contact with the humiliated son of Death-Eater Lucius Malfoy, imagining the horrifying repercussions of Harry's sudden insanity. Weren't things bad enough without Harry losing his marbles and risking his own freedom in order to make a prisoner of Draco Malfoy? And why had Harry's bright eyes suddenly softened as he stroked the head of the disgusting Slytherin?

Grabbing Harry's sleeve, Ron pulled him away from Draco and dragged him toward a nearby alcove. "Use whatever curse you can to wipe out his memory, Harry! And let him go."

Harry shook his head, his face transformed by an enigmatic smile.

"Ron, don't you get it?"

Ron shook his head, completely confused.

"I didn't use the Imperius Curse. I didn't use anything. No wand. No spells."

"What? Nothing?"


"Then what the bloody hell is going on?"

Harry patted Ron's arm, his eyes sympathetic behind the circular spectacles. "Ron, even you should be able to figure that out."

The End