How Could This Happen To Me
Author's Note: This fic was written based on a song by Simple Plan called Untitled. While listening to the song this is what came to my mind and I felt I had to write it down.
Please do not be offended by the events in this story. I know it's terrible and I cannot believe I actually managed to write it down. I will understand if you have no desire to read such a story but please do not complain to me if you don't. At anytime you are free to quit reading the story, it's up to your own discretion whether to read or not. If you don't like it, hit the back button at the top of your window instead of sending me a flame. I might have wrote the story but you are the one that choose to read it. I'm sorry if I come across as rude but so do people who flame.
Warnings: Explicit homosexual content, graphic rape, bondage, extreme violence, and the use of a song in the context of the story. You are warn!!
"Blah, blah, blah" song lyrics
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters (sadly::sniffle::). Nor do I own the beautiful song I used in this fic. I'm not doing this for any form of profit, but simply my own enjoyment and that of others.
The throbbing pain in his wrist and his aching neck awoke him. He released a groan so distant sounding that at first he did not realize it was his own. Faintly, he thought he heard soft footfalls making their way towards him. Then the quiet clicking of the door was an alarm going off in his head. He tried to move, tried to get away, but only managed ta rattle the chains that held him suspended against the wall by his wrist, his feet barely brushing the ground. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and regretted it when he finally did.
I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
He winced, shutting his eyes as the figure in the doorway chuckled. He heard the door shut and the figure's soft footsteps coming towards him. He attempted to stop trembling as the figure, his tormentor..... his captor..... his torturer..... came closer. When he heard the man laughing again, his eyes flew open and he stared insolently at his captor.
I can't remember how
The faint glow in the room allowed him to just see his tormentor. He flinched, every muscle in his body tensing in defiance from the cold, revolting touch that caressed his bare skin. He felt as though he would sick up had he not already emptied himself as the hand trailed down his chest and stomach. Unable to do anything else, he closed his eyes.
I don't remember why
I'm lying here tonight
Ashamed and self-loathing tears seared his cheeks as his body betrayed him, responding to the fingertips that grazed over his exposed shaft. The lips of his torturer scorched his already shattered pride as they traced the path of his hand. To weak to strike out, he could do nothing as his captor tasted and teased his hardening member.
And I can't stand the pain
He bit his lip so hard blood leaked out the corners of his mouth, trying to contain his sobs as his tormentor took him into his mouth. Ever so slowly, that repulsive mouth came up and down his length, every time that pronged tongue gently caressed his weeping tip. As that sickening hand began kneading his sac almost painfully, more mortified teardrops poured from his eyes, and he could no longer stop his sobs as his hips started jerking against his will.
And I can't make it go away
Then he released a scream full of his shame, revulsion, hatred, and disgust, all his anguish and suffering, cursing the world and himself, and he fury filled his cell and echoed through the entire place till his voice betrayed him like the rest of his body as he came. And his torturer greedily lapped up every drop of his essence, milking him completely.
No I can't stand the pain
He tried to turn away from the kiss but the other was much stronger, easily overpower him, and it sickened him to taste himself in the hated mouth. Once again those hands stroked and caressed his body, savoring every inch of his naked his skin before sliding up to tangle in his hair and forcing the kiss deeper. That larger body crushed him into the wall, and his tormentor's desire and lust became obvious as he ground into him. Panic seized his mind and fear gripped his heart as he realized what was to happen.
How could this happen to me
He gasped as the hand tangled in his hair suddenly snatched his head back so hard it collided with the wall, and for a moment all he could see was white. Then his captor violently ravaged his neck. More than once, whitish teeth were stained red when the broke the flesh.
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
Nails raked down his shoulders and back leaving deep, bloody furrows causing him to hiss in pain. The attack on is neck continued as those blood soaked fingers followed his crevice. One hand roughly traveled up his torn back to tangle in his hair once more, while the other stroked his bottom.
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
A long slender finger slid down to lightly stroke the sensitive skin below his sac as his tormentor's thumb toyed with his opening. He struggled to breathe and fought to control the fear that was raging inside him. His muscles clinched when the tip of the thumb dipped inside him, and his torturer chuckled against his skin. His eyes and mouth flew open as the thumb was thrust completely into him yet he stared blankly and made no sound.
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
Blood-strained teeth nipped at his jaw as the thumb slowly probed in and out of him. Then he was forced to look in the eyes of his captor full of sordid lust and a demented gleam. Whether from pain or fear, his entire body began to tremble. The sick, hungry smile of his tormentor made him lose his breath. His heart thundered so loud in his chest he was sure the others must surely hear it. He tried to turn away but a firm hand held him in place, reducing him to merely closing hi eyes once again.
How could this happen to me
The thumb inside him began working faster. He barely held back his whimpers as it became more painful. When finally he cried out, his captor caught the cry with his mouth. The tongue started probing his mouth in sync with the thumb. The other hand reached down and pumped his shaft in time with the others and he sobbed into the other's mouth.
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
He almost sighed in relief as he felt the thumb leave him till he heard the sound of a zipper being undone. With strength granted to him through fear, he struggled against his tormentor but to no avail. His hips were firmly held down by a single hand on each thigh. In starch terror, his whole body froze up a he felt the other's member rub against his own.
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hang by a thread
His thighs were clamped down around his captor's member that rubbed his sac across its entire length with every thrust of his torturer's hips. Relieved tears threaten to overflow his eyes despite the disgusting feeling of the other against him. Much worse had been done to him before.
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
He tried to think of anything else besides what was happening to him. He tried to ignore and forget the man who held him prisoner chained to the wall. He tried to pretend none of what happened was real, tried to think of it as a nightmare that he would soon wake up from. But he never woke up. He couldn't wake from reality.
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
Though he tried to scream out, no sound would come from his throat. He could feel the blood weeping down his legs from where he was torn inside as his captor violated him. With each thrust, he felt as though he was being shredded. A shearing pain shot through his entire body.
No I can't
How could this happen to me
Fingernails dug deep into his hips but the pain was nothing compared to the other. Again that tongue filled his mouth nearly choking him. And he could do nothing to fight back. Nothing. At that last thought, what little was left of his pride was shattered. He was truly broken.
I've made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
He hated himself. Hated his weakness. He could not even fight back against his attacker. And he hated his body. Both for the desire his captor held for it and it's betrayal to him. He had no control of is situation of his own body. His anguished sob was swallowed in the other's mouth.
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
Thrust became more savage and brutal in sudden urgency. Blood seeped down his body from the wounds inflicted upon him and pool in the floor beneath them. Each time he was penetrated, he felt himself grow weaker and weaker. And the blood and the tears continued to soak his skin. His stomach rolled as his tormentor came inside of him. He felt the filth fill him and wanted nothing more than to die.
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
"You are so beautiful... so warm... so tight..... ahh..." The other hissed as he licked the rim of his ear while still inside of him. "Such gorgeous eyes... silky hair..." Those hands that tore flesh from his body only moments before now gently caressed his hair. "I offer you more than any other and ask so little in return.... yet you deny me... I you only came to me willingly, I would not be forced to this..... I would not have to be," He felt the smirk against the skin below his ear. "...so rough. I could make it so much more," The soft fingers barely brushing the sensitive underside of his shaft caused him to shutter. "...pleasurable for you if you would come to my bed of your own free will."
He hung his head in shame as the other pulled away from him. He felt so dirty… so used… Then the door flung open and he was blinded by the sudden light.
"What have you done, Tom?" He recognized the horrified voice as Professor Dumbledore and he strained to focus on the figures in the light.
Suddenly, Voldemort fiercely grabbed his chin causing him to whimper and breathed harshly into his ear, "You are mine!!!"
His head was flung back into the wall causing the breath to catch in his throat. He heard the loud crack of someone Disapparating and prayed it was his tormentor, Voldemort. He slightly shook his head to clear the fog. Finally, his eyes adjusted and he could make out who his rescuers were. And there in the doorway stood the one person he lest wanted to see him like that... to see his weakness... Harry Potter.
How could this happen to me
His head fell in absolute defeat and the shameful tears burned his cheeks as if fire. He hung there exposed to all their eyes. He could feel Voldemort's seed along with his blood leaking down his legs.
"I'm going to release you now, Draco. Ready?" Dumbledore said softly.
The shackles vanished from his wrist and his arms dropped to his sides. His legs managed to hold him for only a moment and he crumbled to the floor, his long, flaxen hair cascading around him. Professor Snape rushed towards him from across the room to help him.
"Don't touch me..." It was barely a hoarse whisper but it carried as if a deafening yell. He laid with his blood pooled around him dyeing what of his shoulder length white-blond hair fell in it. He gazed numbly at the pale hands splashed in red in front of him wondering if they truly was his own. He laid broken before them all. He laid broken before Harry Potter.
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
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Author's Note: I have thought of continuing this story, and have exactly already started the next part. However, if I do I would like everyone to know that it will definitely be a HPDM story and if this chapter is an example, pretty graphic. Also, any other chapters to this story (if this is any) will not be written in the same format. I wrote this as a songfic because while listening to the song this story just came to me. The song is a part of it because without the song it simply wouldn't be. But I don't think it's very smart to use the song over and over again for each chapter...... that would be stupid...... And I don't want to use any other songs either. If you like the story and would like me to continue please let me know, otherwise I'll leave it at this. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it!
