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Living with the enemy; Chapter 1: The New Guy

"No!"

"Yes, ohhh yes!"

"No please no!"

"Yes, yes, yes oh God yes!

"Please NO!"

Harry had to sit through yet another of Voldemort's sickening sessions. Voldemort had captured him and his best friend Ron two months ago. In those short, yet long months Harry and Ron had learned some very disturbing things, like ALL Death Eaters were gay. It was like a requirement. Well, that wasn't the disturbing part, Harry and Ron themselves were gay; it was the fact that they took turns using their sons as toys. One week it was Crabbe's son, the next Goyle's then the Zambini boy and so on and so forth. Though, since the Gryffindors had been captured, it was a rotation between Ron and Ron. Harry was saved for Voldemort himself.

You see, Voldemort kept one boy that only HE could have. Before Harry it was Draco. Which was one of the disturbing things he learned, Draco Malfoy was NOT a muggle hater/mean/sadistic/repulsive/Sex God they always thought him to be. No, directly after Ron and Harry had been captured Ron and Harry had been forced to go through some "tutoring" sessions with the boy. He taught the boys exactly what they men wanted and how to give it to them.

FLASHBACK

"Listen, Ron, Harry. I am very sorry it all turned out this way; you weren't supposed to be captured. (Damn Zambini…) Now that Master has you, both of you will become his personal…umm, whores so to speak…Well, no, that's exactly what it means. Harry, you will be used strictly by the Master, Ron, you will be passes around to each Death Eater at the meetings and parties. But make no mistake, I've been with every man in there at one point or another, I would rather be passed around than be with HIM. HE is brutal, mean, and not to mention huge. It will hurt Harry, make no mistake…Make no mistake," sadness radiated from Malfo…Draco's eyes. He began to discard his clothes and instructed them to o the same. "You must learn how to do it right the first time or you will never get to sleep, believe me, I learned that through trial and error, you should be thankful you will be instructed on how to do it. Not get it beaten into you."

END FLASHBACK

Harry and Ron had seen Draco in a whole new light that night. He became a kind, caring, graceful (not saying that he wasn't always graceful) and well…Gay… He walked talked and acted like a stereotype. That actually turned Harry on, yes I know, I know, being turned on by your seven year rival right before he went down on you was not exactly a good thing but t…wait…!!!!!!! NOT A GOOD THING THE FUCKING SLYTHERIN IS HOT! HOW COULD HARRY NOT BE TURNED ON!?!?! (sigh) oh well, this author can't really put in words what Harry was feeling for Draco that night, all I can say is that whatever it was was positive. He…respected…him after that. Once a week Harry had to "train" with Draco because Harry wasn't performing correctly. He KNEW how to perform correctly, but doing so would mean he wouldn't see Draco, and that would be bad. Sure he was beaten for not doing it right, but who cares?

THAT right there was starting to scare Harry. It was as if his whole world started to evolve around Draco, and he didn't even care! All he wanted was to see Draco, to touch Draco, to caress Draco, to hold Draco, SCREW ESCAPING! Harry was beginning to think it unhealthy to want nothing more than to be with Draco. He would let fucking Voldemort live if it meant that he could eternally be with Draco!

Harry's mind was suddenly jerked back to the present as Voldemort climaxed into his stomach (grrosseee! How am I supposed to clean that?) Harry gasped in pain as Voldemort ripped chunks of flesh from his back with his nails. He always seemed to do that, though Harry didn't mind; Draco was his personal medic.

Voldemort gasped for air as he removed himself from Harry's tight opening, finally resting his head on Harry's chest.

"I swear kid, you get tighter and tighter every time," he panted.

"It helps that you're so damn ugly," Harry replied coldly. Voldemort chuckled.

"Really Harry," Voldemort said with a sickeningly seductive purr, "you should watch what you say, I might get agitated. Luckily for you I have a nice buzz going on right about now. Besides, I am by no means UGLY as you so bluntly put it," and indeed, he was nowhere NEAR ugly (Harry realized this quite reluctantly the first day he was here), actually, had he not been Lord Voldemort he would have probably been married to a very nice young man about now…. After Voldemort had made a deal with the dragons (which lasted no more than a week) he had regained his youthfulness to the fullest. He was now back to his "Tom Riddle" form as Harry, Ron, and Draco had begun to call it.

Voldemort rose from his position over Harry and flipped him onto his stomach (oomph). He laughed as he noticed the deep gashes on Harry's back.

"I get Draco's cute little arse in here in a minute," he said, almost pleasantly. Ever since Harry had begun to break under Voldemort's iron hand, he had become more and more pleasant to be around. Kinder…Or was it just Harry's mentality slipping and going for the natural instinct to trust anyone to save his own arse. Iuno….

(Knock knock) "Harry? Are you awake?" a soft voice questioned from the door.

"Yes Draco, I am," he said, with as much dignity as he could muster. Draco nodded and smiled sadly at him. He walked to the bed side and began to put warm, sterile cloths over the bleeding gashes.

"He really needs to cut those fingernails eh darling?" Draco said in a high pitched cheerful voice that Harry had fallen oh-so in love with. His tone brought Harry's mood up. Harry could always find comfort in Draco's voice. Well, voice eyes, touch, gaze…anything that was Draco's….

"How bad is it?" Harry squeaked.

"You've had worse, I do believe he's been going easy on you lately…But I don't think that's a good thing."

"It's not?"

"Well, no. I mean if he's mad because things aren't going his way, well…Let's say you wouldn't be walking for a week…If things ARE going his way, well, he goes easier on you, he doesn't need to take any frustration out you know?"

"……" Harry sat quietly for ten minutes while Draco cleaned his wounds. "Why do you stay Draco? Why don't you just leave?"

"I could never leave you Harry," Harry's eyes lit up, "Dumbledore'd kill me," …oh… "There, that's all done, let's go see how Ron is and we'll get that wrapped up." Harry stood. It seemed to get easier and easier to walk after Voldemort…you know…

"Oh dear….Ron, are you okay?" Draco's eyes radiated concern. With good reason too. Ron was on his back, covered in blood. He seemed to be struggling for breath.

"He's alright Draco, it's not his blood. He's just a little, well freaked out you could say," Greggory (sp?) Goyle walked into the room at that moment. Greg helped Draco with Ron when he could.

"What happened?" Draco asked, his mouth slightly opened.

"Well, you know that new guy? The one that always wears the big clothes, never takes his hood off. Even for the Master and is like.. tele-tele uhh, well tele anything?" Draco nodded. "Well, Vincent's dad was being a little bit too rough with Ron. The new guy put a chair leg through his head…while he was in Ron. Little traumatizing I guess for the chap," just then Ron began to whimper, Greg cam to his rescues, grabbing him around the waist and rocking him slightly. "He'll be fine, go finish Harry up." Draco nodded. He led Harry into the oh-so familiar infirmary/bathroom, (big place) and took some gauze from out of a locked cabinet (key?).

"Here you are," he said as he began to wrap up Harry's wounds. After he was finished he taped him up and led him into Harry's bedroom. "Lie down darling, you need rest," Draco commanded. Harry nodded gratefully.

A man dressed in all black, no signs of skin showing suddenly entered the room. His head traveled the length of the room (nothing there) until his "face" suddenly stopped on Draco's.

"Are you looking for Ron?" Draco inquired. His high voice squeaking slightly, it was obvious he was scared of this one, (who wouldn't be?). The man nodded. "Greggory has him. He's fine except he's a little freaked out is all," Draco stuttered. The man nodded and glided away (glide glide). The two were silent for awhile, just watching the door (where is he where?).

"Draco," Harry finally said, breaking the silence. Draco didn't respond but looked at him. "Whatever happened to me saving the world?" Draco looked sadly at the ground and shrugged Harry's gaze followed. After a minute Draco gathered Harry into his arms and held him tight. Harry felt something inside him loosen (heart?). "Are you staying then?" he asked. Draco looked up at him and smiled. He didn't reply, only snuggled into Harry's chest. Harry couldn't think of a time that he had EVER been happier…But then again, your happiest moment being at your enemies base, right after being raped by the worst of the bunch, and sleeping in his filth, that's pretty bad... Or does that mean it's even better? (a/n K, if you didn't get that, cause I know it's a little confusing, it means that he liked Draco so much that even with all those things happening to him he'd still rather be right there… with Draco)

A/n REALLY sorry if I have offended anyone with my lack of knowledge on male/male couplings. Most of it will be assumptions from other pieces I've read for the only homosexual man I've ever met refused to be within a certain range of girls….We disgusted him for some reason…..Iuno… Bad experience maybe? Anywayz, shall I continue? Or is it too much of an embarrassment to Harry Potter? BTW, THIS IS A SLASH (duh) AND THIS IS AN AU, (kinda) SO DON'T FLAME ME CAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE THE SLASHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! K, now we got that cleared up….