A/N: Heya! This isnt a story for everyone!

Disclaimer:I dont own Harry Potter...or any of it's characters...i merely borrowed them...

Content: This story contains some torture and angst...it gets better! This is my first fanfiction that i typed up and put on the net! Please R&R! I really take to heart constructive criticism but please dont be cruel!

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-Mistaken

As Harry walked down the hallway he whimpered in pain. His back throbbed in excruciating pain, a constant reminder of what had happened that night. Sobbing his legs gave out and he fell to the floor and remembered the horrors that had transpired that night.

Flashback

Harry tumbled out of the potions classroom. During his Occulemency Class with Snape he'd broken into his mind. Furiously Snape threw him across the floor. When Harry hit the opposite wall he felt something smash underneath his body. As he sat there on the ground he realized that whatever that potion was it was burning his skin. He barely stopped himself from screaming loudly.

Snape finally realized he as in pain and quickly spelled him clean. Harry stood there in front of him with a slightly woozy look on his face. Snape began to get really worried, and was slightly angry. "Damn, that was my last bottle of Acid Aphrodisiac! This can't be good! Let me see, oh yes! It causes unsuitable lust…unsteady emotions and hormones….and I can't remember the last ones…" thought Snape uneasily.

Meanwhile Harry perched himself on Snape's desk and stared at the potions master in front of him. Harry never realized how damn sexy Snape looked. The man just oozed sexiness. Harry reached out and began to caress his face. Snape looked shocked, and then he sneered at Harry.

Harry was beginning to be taken over by the potion, which in Snape's mind was not a good thing. "Soon he'll be a slave to his lust…Hmm I don't know if I have a antidote….I should go see…Damn Gryffindor…Always getting into fucking trouble!" thought Snape angrily. Suddenly Snape's attention careened back to Harry as he felt soft lips brush against his own. Harry's eyes were slowly going completely molten with lust. Snape looked at him in shock. "Can he have gotten that much potion on him? Surely it can't be taking affect that quickly!" he thought slightly panicky. Snape was unsure of what to do, so he did what a wise man once told him to do. When in trouble, get rid of the source.

Snape picked up Harry and threw him outside of his classroom. Where he had been. He felt hurt and jaded that he could be discarded so easily. He began to walk around the hallway. The potion was affecting his vision and he could not see properly. As he rounded the corner he tripped over something on the ground and he went flying. Harry was sprawled across the floor in slight shock. Suddenly a shadow crossed over his face. Not thinking straight he accepted the hand that was offered to him. He reached up and grabbed the hand and stood up. As he got to his feet he squinted to see the person face.

Draco Malfoy's cold icy stare bored into his own lust filled one. Harry had enough control over his emotions at the moment to try and pull away his hand. Draco's hold tightened painfully. Crabbe and Goyle were snickering behind him. Harry began to realize how fucking sexy Draco looked when he was amused. Unfortunately for Harry he didn't know that he was about to be the source of Draco's amusements.

The silky locks of spun gold also known as Draco's hair were tempting Harry to stroke it. His hand betrayed him and he reached out and began to caress Draco's hair and face. Instantly Draco's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He began to evaluate and study the boy in front of him. His eyes were glazed over and he looked completely enamored and aroused. Draco smirked. "He's definitely been afflicted with a potion or spell! This is the perfect way for revenge!" he thought evilly. As he was thinking this Harry slowly sidled up to push himself against Draco. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly and cracked their knuckles, but Draco shook his head, quickly working put a plan. "I do believe I'm going to take advantage of Harry's situation…" he decided.

Without warning he felt the brush of innocent lips push against his. He heard Crabbe and Goyle gasp but he ignored them. Harry thought, "Relief oh this is heaven, I need more! Please! Oh!" His eyes flew open in shock and the air slammed out of his chest as he was shoved into the wall. "You filthy little shitting cock tease! Who do you think you are, coming on to me like that? Shit like you needs to learn its place!" snarled Draco barely containing the rage and sorrow that threatened to overwhelm him.

The potion was working against Harry though making him strain to touch Draco who looked at him with such livid hatred on his face that it chipped a piece of Harry's heart off. Draco drove his lower body into Harry causing the boy to moan in delight and pain. After a few minutes of Harry gyrating against him Draco pulled away, laughing cruelly as Harry cried out in disappointment.

Harry barely heard Draco telling Goyle and Crabbe what to do. All he was aware of was that the object of his secret love was pulling him along with him to somewhere. Draco's irritation grew as Harry's smiling drugged gaze bored into his face. As they neared the room of requirement Draco and Harry walked past it three times before stepping inside.

When they entered the room Harry's soft cry of fear was like music to Draco's ears. The room was green, black, silver, golde, and red. The room would have been almost comfy if it hadn't been for the wall of horror. It was filled with lethal looking objects, weapons, whips, knives, and all sorts of items that reeked of torture. On one side of the room was a black and green canopy bed. On the other end of the room was a table that looked suspiciously of a mental patients restraint table.

As he watched the myriad of emotions that poured off of Harry's face as he studied the room Draco's eyes glittered maliciously. Harry turned and ran for the door, common sense overrode anything else. When he reached the door it disappeared, and Harry whimpered in fear. Peals of cruel laughter floated the room, and soon the potion took over Harry's body completely. Harry practically ran back to him and Draco suddenly fully appreciated what was about to happen.

He caressed Harry's face slowly in fake love motions. Harry's eyes oozed happiness and he sighed dreamily. Soon Harry's hands were slowly unbuttoning Draco's shirt. The nimble fingers missed a button in his mission to undress Draco, and when he pulled the shirt off a button flew off and smacked Harry in the nose. Draco growled and he grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and wrenched his head backwards. He gazed into Harry's jade green glossy eyes. Beneath the affects of whatever drugged him he could see fear, love, anger, and panic. Draco chuckled. "You have no control you little slut!" he said almost amiably. His grip on Harry's hair loosened and Harry smiled and went back to undressing Draco.

When Draco was down to his black boxers he grabbed Harry's wand and pulled it out of his pants. (no pun intended) He threw Harry's wand up where it stuck on the ceiling. Draco flicked his own wand and spelled Harry's clothes off. The only sign that he'd noticed was the blink of his eyes and the shiver of his body and tightening of his nipples. Silently Draco appreciated Harry's body. The tan body, lithe form, and muscular definition made Draco slightly grown in his boxers. Just as he was thinking these thoughts, Harry's hand was slowly and surely traveling down south on Draco's body. Draco grabbed his wrist in a painfully tight grasp and started towards the restraint table. Harry yelped and looked at him in fear as he began to force him down on the table. Draco paused as their gazes locked. Finally he smiled.

The table disappeared. Only to be replaced by a stone wall with shackles and chains hanging off of it. The mere sight of it excited Draco, but Harry looked appalled. Harry's eyes went wide as Draco continued to caress his face in an imitation of love as he chained Harry with his stomach against the wall.

Once Harry had calmed down Draco walked away. He went over to the wall and pondered their contents. Deciding on a short riding crop he smacked it ominously on his palm. Harry shivered as the walls coldness seeped into his body and moved his body uneasily. Draco wondered why he wasn't protesting or struggling a lot. Shrugging it off, he sauntered back to his prey with a disgustingly sweet smile.

"Oi, Scar head! Here's a little present from me, and my father!" he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "This is for all the times you the bloody-boy-who-lived basked in the attentions and fame the world fawned onto you! And all the times you, the Mudblood, and the Weasels acted better than everyone!" he hissed. Draco's hand moved fast and steadily. Harry whimpered against the crop. After 20 lashes Draco paused and examined the back.

"Hmm not good enough!" he mused aloud. He threw the crop down and went back to the wall. He picked up a short, flexible whip and flexed it. Smiling at the sharp whistle Draco meandered back to Harry.

"This is for getting me into trouble all the time! And slighting me, especially by ignoring my hand in friendship and for your prejudiced opinions!" he growled. He flicked his wrist and watched as the skin instantly reddened and split. Harry's back was shaking and Draco could hear him sobbing. Draco didn't realize that pain was an antidote for the potion Harry was under.

"You're so disgusting you little slutty shit! I've barely started and your bawling like a muggle whore!" he sneered. Time after time Draco's hand fell heavily against Harry's back, whipping it into a bloody mess. Harry thrashed horribly trying to get away from the sting of the lashes. Soon his wrists were bleeding and his hands went numb. Realizing his efforts were fruitless he hung there dejectedly.

After 500 lashes Draco lost count of how many times he whipped him. After one really hard hit that sprayed blood everywhere Draco dropped the whip. He laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry still slightly under the effects of the potion shuddered and tried to move closer. Draco glowered.

"Dirty bloody slut! Not satisfied yet!?" he snarled. Harry's whole body protested as he leaned towards Draco. His fingers trailed through the blood on Harry's shoulder as Draco mused aloud happily. "You know, I'm really enjoying this revenge!"

Suddenly he shifted and freed himself from his boxers. He coated his length in Harry's blood and placed himself at his entrance. "This is for my father you ponce! You ruined my family! Last night my father was attacked, raped, and murdered! And you caused it! The people who did it said they were helping Harry Potter free the world of scum! Doing as he would!" he snarled letting all his rage and emotions unravel. Just as he was about to slam home, Harry shook his head slowly feeling cobwebs slowly ebb away.

He looked over his shoulder at Draco, and Draco slammed into him. Harry screamed in agony. Draco laughed with tears running down his face. He began brutally thrusting in and out of him, raping him for all he was worth. Harry who'd realized what was going on began to sob his broken heart out. He was just about to let out a hearty sob when Draco hit something deep inside him. He let out a strangled moan.

Pant"Like (pant) that you (groan, pant) tight slut?moan" panted Draco. Pretty soon Draco tensed and came deep inside of Harry, who came 2 seconds later. Draco yanked his cock out of Harry who gave a shudder at the further abuse to his entrance. Harry stood there with his legs shaking and his hands wrapped around the shackles that held him up. Draco cleansed the room, himself, and Harry of blood before spelling Harry's back with a roll of scratchy cotton to stop the blood. After he finished cleaning up he decided not to touch Harry's ass.

He released Harry from the wall, and he fell to the floor and laid there moaning, crying, and whimpering softly in pain. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself enough to come Potter! Next time you think about coming anywhere near me, I'll make this look a slap on the hand!" he said companionably as if he hadn't just tortured Harry. He was almost out the door when he remembered the wand.

ACCIO HARRY"S WAND! He laid the wand besides Harry's head and turned to leave. He looked back and what he saw shocked even him. Harry's eyes were completely blank. No emotion showed though them. Draco paused and hesitated. Then he remembered his father and he smirked. "See ya around Potter!" he chuckled as he left. About an hour after Draco left, Harry dressed himself and stumbled out of the room and headed for somewhere he could take refuge at.

End FlashBack

As the memory left him, Harry felt the pain in his heart all the more. He sobbed alone in the hallway, curled in a ball of misery. He had to get out of here."