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Chapter 2
Longing
Draco awoke with a wail to the the agonizing sensation of his anus being penetrated.
He immediately panicked and started to fight against the dark shapes that were confining him, restraining him, hurting him. He started to cry and beg when the relentless hands on his shoulders, on his tighs, refused to release him.
"Calm down, Mr. Malfoy! You are safe! Stop hitting us and we will let go of you!"
The words tore through his nightmarish world like a strong breeze, blowing away the fog that was clowding his mind.
That had been Snape´s voice! What was Snape doing here? Snape had not come in with Voldemort. Draco tried to make out his surroundings, his mind still in a daze. This was not his room, everything was white. 'I am not at home, I am at Hogwarts!' Draco finally remembered.
He stopped struggling immediately, ashamed of his behaviour. Trying to suppress the sobs still shaking his body he looked around, the blurry figures surrounding him slowly took shape. He looked up into the concerned faces of Pomfrey and Snape.
Harry was gone. Of course! Harry would surely regret that he had helped Voldemort´s breeding bitch.
Draco wanted to feel annoyed on Harry for abandoning him after heroically, like a typical Gryffindork, offering his help and snooping around in things which were not his business. Why then did it hurt him so much to remember how Harry had looked at him with such loathing? No, not Harry, Potter!
"I am sorry for having caused you pain, Mr. Malfoy. I had to put some salve on the anal fissures which you suffered. We had to stop the bleeding fast." The nurse gave him a cheering smile. "Professor Snape might want to help you putting on these while I get a potion for you." The nurse waddled away, carrying a basin with bloodied water and a washcloth with her.
His Head of House looked uncomfortable and almost insulted at the suggestion to help one of his Slytherins to dress in the comfortable cotton pajamas. Nevertheless he carefully helped the wincing Draco to put on the required infirmary clothes. Draco was very embarrassed about his nakedness. He tried his best not to shy away from Snape´s hands whenever they came too close to his body, but he could not help it. They reminded him of the strong hands of others. Hands holding him in place while...
No, he would forget it! He would not talk about it or even think about it ever again!
"How did you know about the potion, Professor Snape?" Draco asked hesitantly, breaking his own vow some seconds later, but he had to know.
"I was the one inventing it on the request of the Dark Lord." sighed Snape, guilt written all over his face. "I am sorry, Mr. Malfoy, I did not know that he planned to use the potion on you. I was not even sure it would work."
"Did it work?" Draco swallowed heavily. His heart was racing. He needed to know, though terrified of the answer he needed to know if he was damned to carry a monster´s child. "Am I pregnant...with his child?" His stomach wanted to turn at this idea.
"I am not sure, we will have to ask Madam Pomfrey." Snape´s gaze was directed out of the windows overlooking the sweeping lawns of Hogwarts and the lake. The potions master seemed to be deeply engrossed in dark thoughts.
The old nurse came back, her sickly sweet smile still plastered to her face, a red bottle and a silver spoon in her hand.
"Madam Pomfrey, is it possible to check for a pregnancy at this stage?" queried Snape, his usual drawling gone.
"Oh my, the heavy bleedings might have been an indication that the pregnancy could not settle at all, but to test if the embryo is still there will not be possible for at least another week, I´m afraid." answered the nurse with a compassionate glance directed at the young boy, almost still a child, who had pulled the bedcover up to his chin, looking for everything like a lost child with wide fearful eyes.
"Be a good boy now and open your mouth, Mr. Malfoy! This medicine is bitter, but it should stop any remaining internal bleeding." Pomfrey stuffed the overly large spoon into his mouth, almost choking him. Draco started to cough when the terrible medicine entered his windpipe.
"There, there, Mr. Malfoy!" rattled the nurse on. "I guess you feel better by now. Any harsh pains in your belly? No? Good! In no time you will be able to go to your dorm."
'Hopefully!' thought Draco. Judging from her tone she was also very happy about this prospect. This nurse, Poppy, that was the name Potter had called her, was really insane. The name Poppy fit her, maybe she was on her own special drug, the way she was constantly running around prattling to herself. That or all drawers of the desk standing in her office were crammed with cookies which she would constantly be munching, causing her to be on an infinite sugar high. The proof for that theory would be her bodily shape. Draco sneered, very satisfied with his conclusions. Being finally back to his old haughty self was very calming to him. He relaxed against his pillow and soon fell into restless sleep.
Draco had to stay in the infirmary for another day before the old nurse, after one day of constant pestering from Draco´s side, allowed him to leave and go straight to the Great Hall to take his breakfast on the condition that he would come back for a check-up the very same evening.
The Great Hall was already buzzing with students when Draco entered. He made his way over to the Slytherin table, took his usual seat and started eating.
Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table. Potter was already there, listlessy chewing on a bite of fried eggs. The three Gryffindors were uncommonly quiet. Potter looked up, meeting Draco´s eyes. The Gryffindor immediately averted his eyes as if his eyeballs would burn had he been forced to look at Draco for just one more second.
Draco frowned. So it was true, Potter not coming to the infirmary again to see how he was doing was not an accident. Potter did not want to have anything to do with a tainted boy. Draco snorted. Pathetic, wallowing in self-pity because Potter did not want to be his friend. It was the second time Potter rejected him, so he should be used to it by now. It just seemed difficult for him to forget Potter´s soft touch on his hair. Something never ever somebody had done to him before and it had felt so nice. Draco suppressed the telltale sigh trying to force its way out of his throat and sipped his tea.
Harry was confused. Ever since he had seen Draco crying on the train he had this incomprehensible longing to be near the blond boy, to comfort him, to touch him. Harry sighed. It had been a shock to hear that Voldemort had raped Draco, but to hear that he had forced him to drink a potion to make him conceive his child, that was something Harry could not deal with. He had been relieved when Poppy had asked him to leave the infirmary for she had wanted to examing Draco in private.
Draco would give birth to Voldemort´s child. How unnatural was that? A boy giving birth, something unheard of in Muggle society, and on top of that inseminated by a horrible looking monster. How would the child look like? It would be the child of a demon! Draco was carrying the child of the wizard who had killed Harry´s parents. This monster was not allowed to have something as wonderful as a child! An heir who would very likely be tainted by his father´s evil.
How could he be friends with Draco now? Harry did not know how to behave to Draco with the knowledge of him being the breeder for something so abominable always in the back of his mind. He could not help to avert his eyes when Draco had looked his direction, seemingly searching for anything in Harry´s eyes. He liked Draco, maybe it was something more than likeness, nowadays it felt like an obsession to him. The boy was not really as much of a git as he had been before, once he stopped insulting Harry and his friends, and he was really beautiful. Harry had entirely different feelings for Voldemort´s child. Even if it was just a tiny speck in universe, Harry hated it already.
Draco was in the middle of eating a bread roll he had filled with honey when Crabbe and Goyle entered the Great Hall and sat down left and right of him as they had done the previous years.
Goyle turned to him and grumbled: "Where´ve ya been, Draco? Didn´t see ya on train!"
Draco´s breath hitched, his face taking on the whitish hue of somebody very sick. They were too close! Crabbe and Goyle, their fathers, nononono, not going there! Draco hardly managed to force an answer out.
"I was not feeling well, so I came later." He drawled.
Crabbe grunted and Goyle nodded, both already shoveling into their mouth whatever fit inside.
Draco stared down on his plate. He started feeling queasy. When Goyle took some bread rolls from the middle of the table and accidentally brushed Draco´s arm with his own Draco could not control himself any longer. He violently tore his arm away, knocking over his cup of tea, clapping his hand over his mouth the very next second. He could just make it to the toilet before everything he had eaten during breakfast forced its way past his fingers. He never saw Potter watching his abrupt departure with the concern Draco missed so much written all over his face.
History of Magic was as boring as ever. Binns floated through the blackboard into the classroom, his speech as lively as he himself soon having lulled almost all of the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins to sleep, allowing Draco time to think about his situation. Draco had collected his timetable and schoolbooks from his dorm, checking if his trunk was stored correctly as he had not been able to do it himself. He had to share his dorm with Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and Zabini. Three of which had fathers involved in 'the incident'. Draco had no idea how he would survive being with them in one room, having to sleep with them in the same room. Maybe their fathers had told them about 'the incident'. Maybe they would consider him fair game from now on, to be taken by anyone who wanted to. Draco shuddered.
His head was aching, he was still queasy and his stomach had started to ache again. By the time he had to go to potions as the last class of the day Draco was shivering and sweating. He had had to run to the bathroom twice more since breakfast, the dryheaving making his stomach ache more fiercely. Draco was in a very bad mood and when he saw Potter in the passage leading to the potions classroom his temper was rising.
"Whom do we have here? The saviour of the wizarding world!" sneered Draco. "Saved anybody lately?"
"Not anybody worth it!" The words were out of Harry´s mouth before he realised what he had said. Years of verbal fighting had provided him with a sharp wit which he cursed right now.
Harry regretfully watched how Draco´s eyes opened wide, giving him the look of a small child afraid of the darkness about to consume him. Then the vulnerable look was gone and Draco´s face contorted in rage.
Harry did not even think about taking out his wand and defending himself when Draco pointed his own at Harry and shouted "Reducto!" with fury in his eyes.
Harry was blasted back, hitting the unforgiving stone floor hard, feeling a sharp pain lancing through his left arm and slithering a long way on the floor of the dungeon passage before he came to a stop at the feet of the potions master.
"What have you done, Potter?" Snape barked.
Harry was confused. What he had done? Draco was the one blasting him almost through the whole castle, breaking his left arm in the process.
Fuming Harry looked for Draco just to see the unconscious blond lying on the ground in a rapidly growing pool of blood.