|Drarry Smut| (story 2)

Mine To Own, Ours To Keep 1

Hey so this story has been translated from Russian so some parts may sound weird because it hasn't been translated well I'm sorry about that and at some point I'll go through it and change some parts

credit to Soffi_Bayard on AO3

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Draco stumbled slightly when he was pushed out of the van and his mouth opened when he looked up and saw an indecently huge mansion in front of him. Extensive, well-groomed lawns lay on both sides of the road, at the beginning of which stood a boy, the garden was dotted with tall trees, neatly planted in between countless rows of neatly trimmed flowering bushes. In front of Draco at the end of the driveway stood a huge fun-ringing fountain with a marble sculpture of a tall woman with a cherub face holding an upturned, long jug of water.

The house itself was so huge that Draco could not see where it was actually ending. Elegant cream walls, shiny wooden accents and sparkling glass. A short, rapid upstuol led to the front doors, which were wider than all the ones Draco had ever seen, and a giant, gilded, brass, door hammer was attached to their center. The blonde could not bring himself to focus on fear or blaming the mutterings of the other "purchases" that stood around him; their wrists were bound just as much as his.

Someone barked at them in a tone, and Draco strode in step with the other boys who had become his comrades in the last two days, two days since he was bought with them.

Bought as a simple product, which can be used and disposed of at will. Bought by henchmen of the richest, most powerful, the most terrible and most respected man in the country. Draco heard that even the most powerful officials of the highest rank, law enforcement officers, yes, damn it, even the president of the country were properly frightened by him.

And yet, no one of Draco's acquaintances has ever seen or met Harry Potter. Well known as a private citizen, Potter has never appeared in public; even at charity events regularly sponsored by him, at the opening of all the free hospitals, schools and orphanages that he also financed and built, and certainly not at one of the posh parties, weddings and social events to which he was regularly invited to the cream of society.

The majestic front doors opened with a quiet groan as Draco and the other boys approached them, and he managed to hold his sigh in time at the sight before him.

Marble, glass and dark, well-polished wood, sparkling gold trim, large, wide flights of stairs on the sides, at the end of an unimaginably large room, on the floor of which was laid a carpet of deep, royal purple color, plush, incredibly expensive looking carpets and carpets, upholstery, thinner than Draco could ever imagine, a soft golden light and a lot of paintings and paintings. Draco was sure worth a fortune.

It was unlike anything that Draco had ever seen in his nineteen years, though, given his much more modest upbringing and background, it was no surprise. He looked around without hesitation, opening his mouth slightly and not blinking, even when he and the other boys were carried through the room like some herd. Their bare, dirty feet gently clapped on the floor as they passed sets of beautiful, comfortable sofas, elegant coffee tables, which had a completely different floral arrangement in delicate, glass or crystal figurines.

The staff fussed and did not pay any attention to "buying" - something for which Draco was grateful to them. He then found that he and everyone else were being sent to another room, quite small compared to the one they had just come from. It was a long room without furniture, and he and the other boys were ordered to stand and stand with their backs against the wall.

One of the men who brought them here from the slave market came up, untied their hands, and gently told them to sit down if they wanted to. Gratefully, having sat down on the floor and huddled with his back against the wall, Draco drew his knees to his chest, put his face in his folded hands, and for the first time since he was bought, thought what would happen to him now.