Draco Malfoy sits alone in his room. Tears stream down his face. Only moments ago he was in his living room with his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, being told my his aunt Bellatrix that his father was in Azkaban.

Flashback:

He kept a cool outward appearance when told this news. He was a man after all, he should act like one. His father always told him so.

When his mother had begun crying and yelling about how the trip to the ministry was a huge mistake, and how she knew from the start that something terrible was going to happen, Draco comforted her, like a good son should. He was, if nothing else, a good son. He told her that at least his father wasn't dead. It was then that his aunt made an angry comment,

"He will be if the Dark Lord gets a hold of him. It's his fault we failed in the first place!"

Narcissa gasped and Malfoy glared. Bellatrix ignored them and began almost speaking to herself,

"Oh he is so angry! My Lord will punish us all when he arrives, I'm sure of it!"

Narcissa instantly stopped crying. "He- here? He's coming here!?"

Draco went pale, paler than he already was. Bellatrix made and ugly, painful face and nodded.

"You should be so lucky as to have to Dark Lord grace your home with his presence. Not many have even met him! You will be gracious host! Do not make me look bad! Draco!" she turns to him, "Don't you have a house elf or something! Tell it to have some tea prepared!"

Draco stood up. "We have no house elf anymore, but I will make the tea myself." he walked out of the room, trying to keep his breathing steady. He made the tea quickly, sloppily. The moment he set it down on the table, there was a bright flash of green light that came from the fireplace. He turned to stare at it, his eyes wide. When Voldemort came out of the flames, it seemed in slow motion to him. First there was his face, slick and snake-like, barely human. Black, flowing robes followed after that.

Voldemort was angry. His nostrils flared as he looked around the room. But when his snake eyes found Draco a small smirk traced his lips. They seemed to petrify Malfoy, though. His mother and aunt got down on their knees in bows to their lord but Draco couldn't move until Bellatrix hissed,

"Draco!"

This shook him out of his stupor and he instantly knelt next to his mother, his heart beating through his chest. He glanced up to see Voldemort looking around the room. After a minute he said in a slick voice that made the hairs on the back of Draco's neck stand up,

"Well, well. It seems Lucius has quite a nice home. Nice things, nice wife, nice son, nice family... It's really a shame he is stuck in Azkaban where there are non of those things. I mean, if I were him, I would really miss fucking such a beautiful wife any time I wanted."

Narcissa whimpered and Draco tensed. Voldemort ignored them and continued,

"Maybe... I should console his dear Narcissa for him, because he cannot."

He made to move toward her and Draco closed his eyes, trying to imagine he was somewhere else. Then, Voldemort stops. He reaches down and pulls Malfoy up by the cuff of his shirt.

"I think I'll comfort his son instead." He muttered, looking at Draco up and down.

Narcissa looks up and shrieks, "NO!"

With a flick of his wand, Voldemort sent her flying across the room. She crashed into the wall but was still conscious as he yelled,

"You foolish, hideous women, why would I want you!? No... I can think of a much better way to punish our dear friend Lucius. Besides, who wouldn't want to screw you're dear little son here? He looks deliciously fuckable right about now."

He lifted Draco's chin then asked,

"Name, boy?"

Malfoy could barely breath as he croaked out, "D- draco!"

"Draco..." Voldemort blew into his ear. Malfoy shivered and nearly collapsed. Then, before he could react, he was bent over the couch and his pants were being ripped down to his knees. He heard a zipper, felt something hot brush his anus then-

"GAAAHH!!!!" he screamed as his virginity was taken by the Dark Lord. He could hear his mothers screams but it sounded very far away.

It hurt terribly. He had never hurt so much in his life. He felt a warmth trickled down his leg and knew it was his blood. Voldemort just laughed as he pounded into him in fast, jolty motions. A hand slithered into Draco's hair and grabbed it forcefully, pulling his head back.

Draco screamed but it seemed to make Voldemort happier. He went faster and the pain intensified. Suddenly a slimy tongue traced his ear and Voldemort whispered,

"You look like you're going into, what, 6th year at Hogwarts?"

Malfoy just yelled louder and gripped the cushions on the couch to make the agony somewhat less. The hand in his hair tightened and Voldemort commanded,

"Answer me boy!"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?" Voldemort asked in a deadly tone.

"Yes, I'm going into 6th year!" he cried as his legs began to burn from being rubbed against the fabric too many times.

"Same age as Potter if I remember correctly... Are you friends with him?"

Tears streamed down Malfoys face as he answered in a beseeching tone,

"No! Please.. I h-hate Potter! Please stop! It hurts!"

Voldemort just cackled and turned to Bellatrix without halting his thrusting and said,

"Bellatrix, go find a camera and record this. We need to show Lucius exactly what his failure costs him."

Draco almost choked on the air when he heard this. It was bad enough his pride was being murdered and his manhood crippled by this atrocity but if his father saw it he was sure he would think he was a complete failure. The pain was beginning to fade to a numb twinge with every thrust but the tears would not stop falling. He tried to make them stop, especially when Voldemort grabbed his chin and made him face the camera saying,

"Look at what a little slut your boy turned out to be Lucius. I hope you're happy there at Azkaban. Best wishes."

The torture of rape continued for only a few minutes after that. Voldemort grunted and Draco whimpered when he felt hot, wet cum fill his ass. He fell to the floor when Voldemort pulled out. He could hear his mothers sobs better now. Draco was only laying on the ground for a few moments before Voldemort said in a sharp tone,

"What are you doing laying there like a wuss!? I'm not going to clean myself."

Draco doesn't know how he makes his body move after that. He figures fear is more powerful than weakness. He doesn't want to be punished more than he already was. He grabbed a cloth from the table nearby and reached for the Dark Lords limp manhood. Voldemort slaps him before he has a chance to wipe it clean and he gets sent flying onto his back.

"Since when are you a muggle!? Clean it like a wizard. The spell is Mundus Tersus."

Draco shakily pulled out his wand and muttered the spell. He then sat, disoriented on the floor until Voldemort gathered his robes and told him to go clean up. He obeyed, silently walking out of the room to the bathroom as Voldemort began talking to his mother and aunt, and, he noticed, a few others who appeared to have been in the room the entire time, watching. His shame intensified tenfold.

He couldn't stand as the water from the shower washed over him. He watched as his blood mixed with the Dark Lord's semen rinsed down the drain. His entire body ached but he knew he could not complain. Some might have even been excited about being fucked by the most powerful and evil wizard of their time. He was not one of these people. He was afraid and embarrassed and he knew that nothing could ever heal this.

After the shower he went to his room, barely hearing the hushed, shocked voices in the other room, a room that would forever remind him of pain. When he got inside his room, and closed the door, the tears began again.

End Flashback.

He liked being alone. He could let his weaknesses take over when he was alone. No one would understand if he tried to show his feelings. Not his parents, not his friends, not anyone. But he understood himself enough to let his feelings go.

Suddenly the door opens. His mother walks in and he must stop himself from crying. She doesn't look at him as she almost whispers,

"H- he wants to *hic* see you..."

He can tell she is trying to steady her voice but her tears are still pouring down her face freely. He nods and as he walks past her, out the door, he embraces her for a fraction of a second. He hears her mutter a quiet,

"Oh Draco..." as she fixes herself and follows him out of the room.

As he walks down the hallway he wipes his face and tries to slick his hair back, acting as though nothing that had happened had any effect on him at all. When he enters his living room he cringes as his eyes fall on the couch. The couch where he was defiled, deflowered, and raped. He straightens himself and looks around.

He sees Bellatrix looking nervous and excited. A few faces of men his father knew but he had never officially met before. One man who stared at him as if he were something to eat. He was big and hairy and had what looked like sharpened teeth and nails. He looked... wolfish. Draco moved on from him and saw, huddling in a corner, Wormtail, whom he had met before, and whom he didn't much care for. And then, standing next to the Dark Lord himself, was his potions master of five years staring at him with an expression of distaste on his face.

Malfoy's heart jerked. He wondered if Snape were one of the people in the room when he was being disgraced. He hadn't been paying attention when he ran out of the room. He almost started crying again thinking that he would have to spend an entire school year with a man who knew how he had been used. He lowers his gaze away from Snape's sharp, judging eyes.

"Draco..." a sick voice mutters playfully. "Come over here, won't you?"

Malfoy obeys, walking over and bowing in front of his Lord.

"Draco," he begins, "Did you enjoy what I did to you earlier?"

Malfoy looks up, fear clear across his face. He know if he says he did not like it he will just be punished, but he doesn't know what will happen if he says he did like it. He swallows.

"Y-yes, my Lord."

Voldemort smirks. "Of course you did. Now, would you like to do something else for the Dark Lord, Draco? Something very, very important?"

Malfoy doesn't look up as he answers, "Anyth- thing, master."

Voldemort is silent for a moment before saying, "I want you to replace your father as a DeathEater."

Draco's head snaps up and he hears his mother and a few others gasp at this announcement. His eyes go wide but he doesn't say anything. Voldemort continues,

"And... I want you to perform a very special task. Yes... very special indeed. And important, as I mentioned before. But, I will not tell you what this mission entails until you agree to get the Dark Mark placed upon you, and swear your loyalty to me."

Malfoy does feel a tiny prick of pride shine through the hatred and fear. He knows this is a great honor. He can't imagine what his friends would think. He is silent for a moment then answers with the only remark he can,

"Yes. I swear loyalty to you, my L-Lord. I am ready for anything you want me to do."

He gulps, hoping the mission isn't to be his sex slave, or worse. Voldemort smiles.

"Very good Draco, very good. Now, please come here so I can bestow my symbol upon your skin." he pats his lap, signaling for Malfoy to climb onto it. Malfoy blushes and shivers but complies. He ends up on his knees, between Voldemorts legs while the Dark Lord himself pulls out his wand and rolls up his sleeve. Malfoy bites his tongue to stop from crying out, he is ready for the pain this time.

That doesn't stop it from hurting. It burns his skin where a tattoo of a snake crawls out of Voldemort's wand and onto his pale flesh. It slithers around a bit then transforms into skull and the snake slides out of the mouth. When it finally settles the pain dulls but there is a throb to add to Malfoy's already tender body. Voldemort slides his hand down Malfoy's face and lifts his chin with a pale, soft hand, whispering,

"Well done, Draco. Now I can tell you your mission." he looks up and says commandingly, "Everyone leave for a while. When I need you again, you will know."

Draco doesn't watch as everyone files out of the room. He doesn't see the frightened glance his mother gives him, nor the jealous one from his aunt. He even misses the pitying glance he gets from Snape. He is to distracted by fear. He is alone with the most powerful, dangerous wizard of his time, of ever, probably. Not to mention he just swore undying devotion to this man, and promised to fulfill his request, no matter what it will be. He is afraid to look into those red slits and confirm his fears. Voldemort purrs,

"You are in a very naughty position right now, do you know that?"

Draco realizes he is in the perfect pose to give head and he blushes, trying to stand up. Voldemort places a hand on his head and pushes him back down saying,

"If you are already there, why not assist me."

It is not a question, Malfoy notices as a bulge appears in the Dark Lord's robes. He whimpers as his trembling hands open the pant and expose the shaft to the air. He twitches as he leans forward and wraps his mouth around the pulsating length. He feels a warm depression sink into his stomach. He hates himself. But he is a coward, he will let the stronger use him as they wish, that is how he is, he's learned to live with it. He is a slytherin.

He closes his eyes and swallows the huge dick more, sucking as hard as he can. The Dark Lord groans,

"No teeth Draco, remember."

Malfoy answers by sliding his tongue from the base to tip, tasting the raw power and thinking about how, not long ago, this was inside of him. For some sick reason that doesn't disgust him. It makes him lick faster and suck harder.

Voldemort's hand slides into his hair once again and he says in a light voice,

"So you hate Harry Potter, huh?"

Draco coughs when his enemy is mentioned. The hand in his hair tightens it's grip as a warning not to lose focus. Voldemort continues,

"That's something we have in common, you and I. Harry, Harry, Harry. He is a special one, isn't he? The 'Boy Who Lived'..." His voice sounds angry and Draco hopes he does not attack him at random, he concentrates on his work, pleasing his master.

"How I would like to fuck him. *sigh* You were a nice replacement but there is nothing like the real thing. Rape him and kill him, doesn't that sound nice?"

So I was a replacement for Potter? Malfoy thinks as he hums like had been done to him before when he was getting a blowjob. For some reason this bothers him the most. The Dark Lord even wants to fuck Potter? It seemed like everyone loved Potter. Harry Potter this and Harry Potter that! He hated the stupid, cocky griffindor with his messy hair, thin body, and ugly glasses that hid pretty green eyes behind them.

Suddenly, for some reason Malfoy does not understand, he feels himself get a little hard. Not very, but slightly. It shocks him so much he doesn't notice that he'd stopped sucking. Voldemort doesn't bother telling him to get to it, he just pushes Draco's head so he is deep throating him. Malfoy tries to stop himself from gagging as the tip strike the back of his throat. It makes his small erection go away and he doesn't think of it anymore.

Voldemort mouth-fucks him until he shoots his warm cum into him for the second time, in the second place that night.

"Swallow it." he commands. Draco obeys and cringes when the sticky liquid slides down his throat slowly. He wipes away the little bits of cum that splattered across his face and sits back on the floor, trying to remember why he was even alone with the Dark Lord in the first place. Voldemort reminds him by saying,

"I hope you are as good at your mission as you are at that."

Malfoy sits up a bit straighter and begins feeling a little nervous. Just being in Voldemorts presence gives him the shivers but he puts on a calm face as his Lord begins,

"Your job... is for you to murder Albus Dumbledore, your headmaster."

Malfoy's heart almost stops. He doesn't understand how he could possibly accomplish such a task. His fear must show on his face and it seems to amuse Voldemort who laughs and says,

"I'm sure you will figure it out. If you do not accomplish this small task... I'm afraid I may just have no more use for you, and will have to kill you."

Malfoy's eyes widen as he stare at a perfectly calm Voldemort. He has trouble breathing as Voldemort waves his hand and says,

"You may go. I really do hope you come up with a good plan."

Draco stumbles towards the door. As he opens it Voldemort says in a light voice,

"Oh, and Draco... give my regards to Harry won't you?"

Malfoy shivers as he walks out of the door and stumble to his room, the tears bursting through before he can even slam the door shut.

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