Chapter 2
Long time between posts but third chapter already in the works, reviews appreciated.
Draco hadn't slept in weeks, a couple of hours here and there when his body couldn't take it out any more and shutdown of its own accord but besides that he hadn't had a full night of rest since Ron had left. he was on a mission with Harry and Hermione, Usually Hermione kept out of the action, claiming she'd seen enough during the war to last her a life time, but this time they boys had begged her, it was dangerous and personal and they had wanted to do it together, and how they started is what Ron had said. they were going after the last few death eaters. they had been hunting them down for years, closing in on them for the past couple of months and finally it was time to close this chapter of their life, so off they went. Draco wasn't worried for Ron's safety, he knew Ron and Harry were the best at what they did and having Hermione with them meant that they would be unlikely to make a stupid mistake, no Draco wasn't worried... so why couldn't he sleep?
the truth was he never could, he'd been taking his own version of dreamless drought for the last four years, over use was usually dangerous but his potions company specialized in safe post war treatments as well as supplies for Mungos that could be safely used for prolonged periods of time, his public image couldn't be healthier, engaged to one of the golden trio, celebrated war hero for his services as double agent and now successfully developing treatments for people who still suffer after the war ... yes Draco Malfoy was one of the luckiest men alive...so..why couldn't he sleep?.
Without ron beside him it was impossible to take the required medicine to rest, having ron there ensured he would treat himself, he didn't want his fiance to worry, to be kept up with him, to know... that he was deeply unhappy, traumatized ..suffocating from the weight of the love and happiness he'd found in this post war world, in his new identity and status as good guy... staying awake made him feel better, torturing himself made him feel like he was suffering in someway for his sins, sins he was reminded of in those brief moments when he slipped into a deep but brief sleep and saw the faces of those he's wronged, he saw his father and aunts face's over and over as he raised his wand not in their defense in the final battle but against them, the surprise, the agony and in his aunts case, the rage... he'd feel the weight of Ginny's body in his arms as he tried desperately to get her out of the line of fire, it was three weeks before the end of the war, essential they said that he not blow his cover, they needed him at the end, a poor excuse for leaving Ginny lying in a war zone because he could no longer risk being seen helping her, she had just about made it, she wasn't fit to fight in the final battle because she had been so badly trampled and cursed. the worst, the most frequent, was seeing Ron bloodied and writhing on the floor in front of him, hearing his aunts high laugh from behind him as he crucioed him over and over again, it had always been a possibility, they had all discussed it, it was unanimously decided that they would take it and Draco would have to play along, his position was too important, but why did it have to be Ron three days before they had been in each others arms, a rare but much needed break from the war and the lies, and now he was torturing him for information that he already had and that Ron would never part with anyway, it wasn't the act, it was the reassurance in Ron's eyes, between each curse he'd lock eyes with Draco, silently letting him know that it was okay, that he could take it, almost encouraging him... that was Ron though, a hero, while Draco was a puppet, on both sides.
So that why was at 4am on a Friday morning Draco was wandering Diagon ally, he had been in the house for days, it was getting harder and harder to keep himself awake, he needed to be moving to feel the cold air on his skin. what he was doing was stupid, if Ron was here he would have killed him, Draco still had enemies, people he had betrayed who had avoided prison, or old school friends who had lost their parents or siblings due to Draco's treachery, he rarely went out at night, certainly not alone, not since Theo Nott had attacked him in Hogsmeade last year, but he hadn't be given much thought to any of his actions lately, he certainly hadn't considered his safety...why start now?
Draco was groggy, his eyelids were heavy, he put one foot in front of the other trudging forward to keep from collapsing, there was no way he could have known that he was being followed, not in his current state. there was no way he could have known that an old acquaintance was lurking in the shadows, waiting to get his revenge. when strong arms wrapped around him from behind he didn't even try to break free. Draco let himself be dragged into the dark doorway of a shop, he felt the pressure of a hand over his mouth and though how unnecessary that was, he wasn't going to scream. The body behind him was pressed flush against his back, in a sudden twist Draco found himself slammed against the wall and the body now toe to toe, chest to chest with him instead and his mouth now free to scream for help.
"Blaise...?" Draco said blearily, the slap landed quickly and cleanly across his face, he felt instantly awake, the sting reverberated through him and he let out a small gasp. "don't say my name you nasty little blood traitor" sneered Blaise, "couldn't believe my luck when I spotted you, what could a little do-gooder like you be doing out alone at this hour? eh?" before Draco could quip back Blaise had his hand wrapped around his throat, Draco could feel the bruises forming as the grip tightened, his body started to twitch and his hands started to scrabble against Blaises in an attempt to get oxygen, a reflex rather than a conscious effort, internally Draco was craving the oblivion he could feel starting to creep upon him, but just as his vision started to swim the hand left his white throat and he heard himself suck in lungfuls of air. the reprieve was short lived, Draco felt his mouth being blocked again but this time but Blaises lips, the kiss was brutal, hard and all teeth and tongue, Draco could hardly breath, he struggled shaking his head back and forth, a beating was one thing but Ron...but Ron didn't deserved to be dragged into this, Blaise pulled back only slightly his lips still grazing Dracos as he said "what's wrong Draco? Too good for me now? I remember when you used to beg me for it, let me guess you belong to Weasly now? does he know you as well as me? does he know just how to get you off? no no no...I bet he doesn't, you wouldn't tell him you like it rough would you? see the beauty of this? I get to fuck you, rough you up and you'll like it, I can't think of a sweeter revenge, I've been waiting for such a long time" Draco felt Blaise's hands reaching for his trousers, pulling at the belt, and roughly working Draco's shaft from the outside, his other hand was in Draco's hair, pulling his head sharply back as he sucked and nipped at the pale flesh he had exposed. Draco started moaning, he couldn't help it, this is what he needed, he hadn't felt so alive in such a long time, he needed to hurt, burn, ache, god he needed to feel like he was paying for it all, he had never had to face anyone before, anyone on the light side had instantly forgiven him, Ginny hugging him to her and telling him had done the right thing, Ron kissing him compassionately when they had finally broke free form the manor, telling him that he was sorry Draco had had to do that, not once had he been punished, Nott was the only who got close, Draco had froze, he saw the knife, had plenty of time to react but hadn't Ron had put himself between them, taken down Nott afterwards he had questioned Draco, why hadn't he moved, swung into action like Ron had seen him do so many times in the war? it was put down to shock...Draco knew better...he had wanted it, the sense of excitement as he saw the blade swing towards him was exciting , He knew Theo had lost his brother because Draco had led him into an ambush, he held that in his mind and willed his body to stay still and wait for a punishment that never arrived. But this time, there was no one there to stop it, Blaise had freed Draco from the confines of his pants and was pumping his cock painfully fast "you're already hard you little slut" he gloated "I knew you wouldn't have changed much"Draco moaned as Blaise violently twisted him in his hand before releasing his grip and forcing Draco to his knees, he pulled his cock from inside his robes and aimed his wand at Draco temple "you know what to do" Draco just stared, what was he doing, he could fight back he had his wand, he delayed too long Blaise kicked him squarely in the gut, Draco doubled over but Blaise pulled him back up by his hair, he landed another smack across Draco's face, he tasted the metallic tang of blood inside his mouth, he opened his mouth to spit but found it blocked as Blaise shoved himself into the tight hot opening, he gagged as Blaise thrust violently inside, he still had hold of Draco's hair twisted in a vice grip, Draco shuddered, it was a familiar feeling, Blaise and him had fucked for years, right up until his official defection, he had tried to call it off when he became involved with Ron but it looked too suspicious, and Blaise was hardly ever one to take no for an answer. he let his throat relax and took Blaise in all the way, enjoying the discomfort in his jaw, the difficulty breathing. Blaise was panting, groaning Draco's name, he was close, Draco could feel him tighten his fist in his hair, he slammed into Draco throat one final time and Draco tasted the bitter liquid flood his mouth, he spat it out coughing and breathing in deeply. The next kick caught him across the jaw, his body swung with the kick and he landed on his side in the street. he heard Blaise takes a few steps towards him, the heeled boot crushed down on his abdomen with brutal force, he felt the air rush out of him and he wanted to vomit, before he had a chance to think anymore about what he would do, he felt the strong arms wrap around him again, followed by the familiar sensation of being squeezed, they were apparating, his world was going black.
when he awoke he took a second to assess his situation, he was on a bed, a huge bed, he'd been on it before, they were in Blaise's family home, Draco assumed he had inherited it when his father had died last year. his wrists were bound to the bedpost as were his feet, he was shirtless but his trousers remain on if a little askew. Blaise was at the end of the bed, watching him, his body ached, it was no beyond Blaise to get in a few digs while he was out. he rolled his head and groaned, he hurt, he tensed his arms and legs pulling against the restraints, they held, he was in over his head but he felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest, he could feel fear curling in the pit of his belly. Blaise was making his way towards him.
Draco let out out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding as Blaise started to talk "what is this Draco? so good, so obliging, I expected a struggle, some begging , some tears as you thought of your poor betrayed weasel and the pain this would cause him and instead what we've got is silence, some moans and grunts, your clearly enjoying yourself, so maybe i'm being too easy on you"
Draco looked at Blaise properly, for the first time since he'd been grabbed, he looked at his face, so angry, hurt. Draco had betrayed him, lied to him over and over, been with him when he had no feelings for him, and fought against him in the final battle, he had even testified against him after the battle, the only reason Blaise was free was because it was clear his parents had pressured him, he had no choice, the reason he had served time was because Draco was held up as an example of what he could have done despite feeling he had no choice. Draco was haunted by his face along with some many others, he was glad it was Blaise finally giving him what he needed. "maybe you are, go ahead, give me what I deserved, I need it" Blaise grinned "that's all I ever wanted Draco, to give you what you needed" Draco closed his eyes and let the pain rain down on him, the relief, finally the relief came, he could finally feel the pain that had been haunting him for the last four years. as Blaise entered him he whimpered,Ron's face burned into his minds eye, paying for one set of sins had created another.
