First Harry Potter fanfic, be nice.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter Warnings: Undescriptive Lemon, Rape, & Profanity.
Harry Potter laid down on the soft meadow grass outside the castle known as Hogwarts. The sun was shining brightly today, creating a comforting warmth. The raven haired boy slowly drifted into slumber, tired from all of his classes.
"Taking a nap Potter?" Harry heard the familiar voice say. He smirked, his eyes still closed.
"Malfoy." He said the name calmly, opening one eye slightly to peek at the blonde. He was alone, which Harry thought was weird, since Draco always had his minions.
Harry sat up, looking at the boy fully now. Malfoy had his hands on his hips, a couple of strands of blonde hair falling in front of his face. And he was pouting.
"You have been ignoring me lately." Draco frowned, his gray eyes narrowing.
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"I've been sending you snarky notes, calling your friends names, and pranking every Gryffindor in sight." Malfoy replied, sticking his bottom lip out slightly. "So what the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, sitting down next to his arch nemesis.
The Gryffindor couldn't help but stare at the Slytherin, who folded his arms behind his head. "Umm… why are you asking?" Harry asked, voice full of wonder.
"Hmm? Well, the faster we can figure it out, the faster we can get back to fighting." Draco answered, looking bored slightly.
Harry smiled. "Did you miss me?"
Draco scowled at him. "In your dreams Potter."
Harry heard footsteps, and shoved Draco behind a near tree. "Wha-"
"Shh. Whatever you do, don't move. No matter what you see or hear."
Harry disappeared to the other side of the tree. "Hey bitch." Draco heard a voice tell Harry. "You didn't show up today." When Harry didn't reply, the voice growled. "You'll have to be punished." The man chuckled. Draco heard a rustling sound, and the next thing he heard made him cringe. Harry's muffled scream of pain. Draco put a hand over his mouth. 'Oh god… what am I hearing…?' He asked himself, even though he knew the answer. Those muffled screams continued for about 15 minutes before he heard more rustling. "Get dressed whore. Remember, if you tell anyone, I will kill your precious little friends."
After the footsteps have long faded, Draco emerged from behind the tree, seeing Harry passed out on the grass, his bottom covered in someone's jizz, and blood. Lots of blood.
His gray eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees. "Harry!" He exclaimed to the unconscious boy. "Shit." He growled to himself, pulling Harry's pants back up the Gryffindor's hips. He sprinted to the castle as fast as he could.
He ran all the way up to the Gryffindor tower, and stopped right in front of the portrait. "Please… let me in." Draco said through his gasps for air.
"Not without the password." The fat lady replied.
"Please! Somebody's life is at stake!" Draco yelled, desperation clear in his voice.
"Malfoy?" A soft voice behind him asked. Draco whipped around to see Ron standing behind him. "What are you doing here?"
Draco sighed with relief. "Thank god…" he said aimlessly. He grabbed the red head's arm, trying to pull him down the hallway.
"Where the hell do you think you're taking me?!" Ron yelled in anger. "Let go of me you blonde git!"
Draco turned and glared at Ron. "Unless you want your friend to die, you will follow me."
Ron fell silent, but followed. "I swear to god Malfoy, if this is one of your tricks…"
"It's not, I assure you. Although I wish it was only so." Draco replied, guilt slightly lingering in his voice. If only he had helped Harry…
"So what happened anyway?" Ron asked as they left the castle gates, heading toward the field where he had left Harry.
As soon as the red head saw the raven haired boy, he ran straight to him. "Harry?! Are you okay mate?!"
"What the hell happened?!" Ron yelled at Malfoy.
Draco paled. "Someone… raped him." He said it so softly it could have been a whisper.