I don't own the characters, just this plot. Review please; I got this little idea while I was sleeping. I'm open to all criticism. Thank you for looking at this story.

Summary: It's tradition for a privileged male on his twenty-first birthday to receive a slave. Use them anyway you want; but just don't fall in love with them.

Bonded

Chapter one: Slave

Music drifted along the room, as ladies swept the floors and their trains following along for the ride. The chandelier glistened, as light reflected from its crystal shape.

Music, laughter, and voices were heard throughout the room. Not a cry or complaint anyone's lip, for this was a joyous occasion. It was a time to be merry and care-free, a time to enjoy, for it was the birthdays of Draco and his best friend Blaise.

Turning twenty-one wasn't just another day, this was a day you truly became an adult. They lived luxurious lives and it was only befitting they had a grand party, for all their friends and acquaintances. They were having the time of their lives.

They were young, handsome, rich, and the most sought after bachelors in the country.

They were the people to envy.

Draco frowned in disgust, as Pansy continued to cling to his arm. Her pug-like face looking upwards at him in utter adoration.

"Get off me, Pansy," Draco said, trying to pull his arm from her vice-like grasp.

"Why, Drakie? We are going to marry each other one day; we should spend as much time as possible. Besides I have to stay here or else the other girls won't know their place," not bothering to hide her detestation of the girls that were openly gazing at him.

She pulled Draco closer and her grip tightened, as she sneered at the girls. They turned around, but Pansy being there didn't stop them from sneaking peeks at Draco.

With a sigh, Draco brushed his bangs from his eyes in slight irritation. He glanced over to see Blaise surrounded by his group of admirers, and stared ruefully at him. Blaise smiled in sympathy but shrugged his arms in a "Sorry can't do anything" gesture.

Draco smiled back, he understood as well. They were at that age, where girls were looking for possible candidates for marriage. It was just their luck to be the most sought after bachelors in the country.

So the evening passed with Draco battling the pathetic advances of Pansy, and Blaise trying to dodge his posse of fan girls.

A tinkling sound of metal hitting glass filled the room, and everyone stopped what they were doing, turning to the source.

Standing on the last step of the staircase stood Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Zabini.

The glass cup was in Mr. Malfoy's hand and he waited for silence. He looked at Draco with an amused grin, seeing his son's troubled face.

He stifled the laughter, which threatened to escape. He composed his countenance, before staring at the crowd before him, regally.

"We," glancing at his wife and the Zabini family, "would like to thank you for coming to our sons' twenty-first birthday. As we all know, turning twenty-one is a special occasion and with it great responsibility," directing the last sentence towards the two men.

"So, we would like to give them a special gift, to say the least. So boys if you head upstairs, you'll each find your own personal slave in your bedroom."

The two families parted way for Draco and Blaise to gain entryway towards the second floor.

Draco had to tug his arm away from a whiny Pansy, who was upset over the fact that Draco would be spending time with someone else.

The two men made their way up the spiraling staircase, not even taking a second glance at the people watching them ascend till they disappeared out of sight.

The hallway was deprived of people and no noises emitted from any of the rooms.

Draco decided that he would follow Blaise along to see his own slave before going to see his own.

He watched the slight hesitation on his friend's face and patted his back in assurance.

Blaise smiled gratefully for the slight comfort and turned the knob to his bedroom.

Laying on his bed, curled up in the fetal position was a boy. They couldn't tell what age the boy was, as his face was turned away from them.

Blaise walked closer and the boy didn't stir once. Blaise continued to get closer and he gently reached out one arm to turn the boy around, so he could see his face.

Stunned. That was the only emotion that Draco could see on his friend's face vividly, that and awe.

Draco could see the reason why. The boy was beautiful.

Slightly curled brown tresses fell over peach-like skin. He had long lashes that cast shadows over slightly chubby cheeks. Each cheek had a soft rosy hue to them. His body was lean and slender, not heavily muscled, but toned enough. A pink nipple peeked from his shirt, almost teasingly. His arms were tucked under him, and his legs were sprawled, parted slightly. He was beautiful.

Both arms and legs were bonded, to prevent him from escaping.

Blaise climbed into the bed, and with bated breath waited for the boy to wake up.

He didn't move and he didn't stir at all.

Aligning his body next to the sleeping boys own, Blaise reached one arm out to sweep back the brown curl that rested against the boy's forehead.

The gentle touch caused the boy to lean in towards the warmth Blaise body emitted, and a soft sigh escaped his lips.

Blaise smiled, with satisfaction. The boy was already responding to him and he didn't even use his charm, too.

He leaned forward and rested his face in the crook of the boy's neck and pulled him closer, so close that the boy's forehead touched his neck.

Blaise lay there in content, until he heard whimpers.

He withdrew slightly from the boy, and stared in obvious concerned.

The boy began to struggle, before tossing violently.

Now really concerned, Blaise knew he had to do something to comfort the boy before he hurt himself.

"Shhhh, bello, it's alright, its fine."

He rubbed soothing circles on his back, and stroked his hair also.

The boy stopped and his eyelids fluttered before opening.

If Blaise was smitten before, he was head over heels now.

The boy had beautiful brown eyes, which gazed at him in fear, with a hint of suspicion.

The boy's body began to tremble and he immediately withdrew himself from Blaise's embrace. Resting against the headboard of his bed, the boy drew his knees to his chest and he gazed at Blaise from underneath his lashes.

"Who," he started, weakly, "who are you?"

Blaise stared at the beauty before him and understood the distrust he had for him.

"I'm Blaise Zabini. Who are you, bello?"

The boy stared at him, debating whether to trust him. He faltered a little, since Blaise decided to bring himself closer to him.

"It's Neville," he said, shyly, looking down at his toes.

A light flush crept into Neville's cheeks, as Blaise cradled his chin in his hands.

"That's a beautiful name, Neville," he said silkily.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against his cheek, in a sweet chaste kiss.

Neville's blush deepened, and he rested his head against Blaise's chest.

Blaise smiled into Neville's hair and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"I watch over you from now on, okay, bello."

Neville didn't respond, but his hold on Blaise tightened and his cheeks flushed a deeper red.

So Blaise had met his new slave and things were going as pleasant as they could. The spent the rest of the evening talking to each other.

Draco had left some time ago, after some minutes spent in Blaise room, he was eager to see his own slave.

Draco closed the door behind him before walking to the room across from Blaise. He entered his room, not to the sight of his slave on the bed, but hanging out the window.

His room was ransacked, his blankets lied on the floor without the coverlet, his drawers were empty, and his closet rummaged through.

The slave's bonds were on the floor, as well as the pick that released him.

'A wildfire is what he is, unrefined and untameable. Leave it to dad to give me the troubled one, as a present.'

Draco made his way across the room, to see his birthday "present" trying to scale the wall.

'Well at least I know where my things went.'

He grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him through the window, kicking and screaming.

He tossed the boy on the bed, and sat down in the armchair across to the watch the boy.

Green eyes glared at him in silent rage, and lips curled back in a sneer.

"So trying to escape," he drawled, lazily tracing the pattern of his chair.

"What gave you that idea? When I was trying to escape or when I tried to hit you from pulling me back in?" The boy snorted, shaking his head before turning his back on Draco.

Draco took the time to observe him, noting his pale skin and unruly black mane of hair. The boy was stunning, to say the least, even more so when enraged.

The boy turned around, glaring at him.

"Don't you have something better to do, then watch me?"

Draco smirked, lazily.

"Nope, not really," with a slow shrug of his shoulders, "I have all night."

The boy hissed through clench teeth before turning around again.

"You look really young, what are you sixteen?" Draco said, curiously.

The boy turned around, frowning.

"No, I'm nineteen," before turning around again.

"Don't look it."

The boy gazed at Draco, regarding him coolly with his eyes.

They spent the next few minutes gazing at each other, before the boy broke the connection.

The boy glanced at the door, noticing it was unlock. He gazed at Draco, before glancing at the door again. Draco followed his gaze, and looked at the boy again.

The boy scrambled off the bed, and Draco dashed out of the armchair, knocking it back. The boy's hand touched the knob, before Draco dived down wrapping his arm around the boy's ankle. With a quick yank, the boy went down. Draco began to pull the boy towards him, but the boy wouldn't give up. He used his other free leg to kick at Draco, while clutching the leg of the bed. Draco sat up on his knee, and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him. He tossed the boy onto one of his broad shoulders; the boy pounding on his back.

"Let me go, let me go."

Draco tossed him on the floor and the boy used his arm as leverage to support himself from the impact.

Draco put the chair up again before leaning over to pick the boy up from the floor. He placed him on his lap, not even bothering to restrain the boy down.

"Let's get to know one another." Draco paused, staring at the brunette. "I'm Draco Malfoy and you are?"

The boy was looking down at the rug and stared at Draco.

"Harry."

Draco didn't inquire any further. He could tell Harry was fighting against being his possession.

Suddenly Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's neck and soft sobs emitted from his red lips.

Draco said nothing and let him cry for the loss of his freedom.

I know I didn't right much on Harry and Draco meetings, but it will be more focused on them in the next chapter. Review, please. Also, I'm looking for a beta. I really need one. A presto!