Chapter 2
Warning: very hard-core and graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, sexual torture, violence, dark spells, humiliation, non-con exhibitionism and vouyerism, imprisonment etc. Discretion advised!
He wasn't sure how he got into the Common Room. He didn't remember walking there, he didn't remember giving the password, or climbing into the warm room he loved so much. Now Hermione and Ron were in front of him, covered in white powder, just like everyone else in the room.
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, stunned for a moment. Had he actually gone insane? A part of him hoped so, maybe he'd imagined hurting Draco.
"Harry! Where have you been? You missed dinner – one of the first years accidentally stepped on Mrs Norris' tail as her and Filch were going up to the teachers' tables. The stupid cat freaked out and went crazy, and the first year accidentally sent a hex into the ceiling that made it snow some kind of icing sugar all over everyone!" Ron recounted with a laugh, brushing the powdery white residue off his robes. There was some in Hermione's bushy hair too, which she kept trying to shake out by only ended up choking on the dusty cloud it produced.
"Yeah…ok…" Harry mumbled distantly, heading for the boys' dormitories. He knew he could think in there.
"Harry? Are you alright? You're really pale…" Hermione was saying but he just waved a hand vaguely over his shoulder, and went up the stairs. He hardly even registered he was casting a Muffliato spell as he went.
He sat down on his quilt, slowly picking up the blanket that Mrs Weasley had knitted him for his last birthday. He looked down at the bright squares of wool, feeling the soft strings between his fingers. And then he was sobbing, loud and despairing, as the reality of what had happened dawned on him.
He'd raped Malfoy. Raped him. And left him bleeding in a bathroom stall, and sobbing, just as Harry was now, in his nice, warm room. How could he have done that? Such a thing was…evil. Truly, truly evil. And yet he'd done it, and barely felt a thing as he had. The Monster…maybe it had always been inside him, but it had only just woken up. What if it woke up again? What if he hurt Ron or Hermione or Ginny next?
"Fuck!" he growled, plunging his fingers into his hair and pulling until it hurt. "What is wrong with me…?"
He didn't see Draco Malfoy for two days after that, though this wasn't unusual for the weekend. Then, when he finally reappeared at the breakfast table on Monday morning, he looked remarkably like a doll; soulless, his eyes completely void of emotion. He was speaking to his friends, his mouth smiling when theirs did, and nodding dutifully when Pansy or Blaise spoke to him, but he hardly seemed to be listening. Harry watched him through the small pace between Ron and Neville, unable to take his eyes from his pale, porcelain face and eyes made of glass. Draco never looked back at him, even if he did feel Harry's gaze, he never acknowledged it.
He'd probably rather die than look at me ever again, after what I did…
Ron and Hermione had questioned him mercilessly about the day he came back, practically in a fugue state as he wandered dazedly through the Common Room, but he'd lied and said he'd fallen asleep in the library after Snape's Occlumency lesson, so he'd felt weird when he woke up. Luckily, Hermione did some research over the weekend, looking into the psychological side effects of Occlumency and, found it can cause confusion and unusual sleeping patterns, so his lie was questioned no further.
Life carried on as always, though Harry made a very deliberate effort to stay as far away from Malfoy as humanly possible. In their lessons together, Harry forced himself not to look at the blond, desperately keeping himself in his own reality. He tried laughing more, not letting too many negative thoughts into his mind, terrified of waking the Monster up again. He thought he felt his chest flutter whenever he accidentally glimpsed Malfoy – quick, like a snake's tongue darting out to scent the air – but he tried to ignore it.
A few weeks passed, and it seemed what had happened in that bathroom was a one-time thing, a horrible blip in both their lives. Then came the first Saturday in December, when there was a Hogsmeade trip.
"Harry, we're heading back to the castle. The snow's getting worse." Hermione called from across the shop. He turned and nodded. He bought the beautiful little brass sculpture that turned and played a very pretty lullaby-like song, vaguely planning to give it to Fleur for Christmas, and they left, thanking the shopkeeper as they went. The snow was heavier now, the wind picking up as well, and they bundled themselves up for the walk back. They were just heading out of Hogsmeade, the walled road stretching out whitely before them, when Harry spotted a gold and black shape moving past out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw Draco Malfoy walking further into the village, alone, his white hair shining like a Golden Snitch. The surging need to catch it filling him, his Monster waking up instantly.
"Oh, shit, I…I forgot to buy socks – I'll meet you back in the Common Room." Harry said hastily, unable to stop himself wanting to follow Draco. The others nodded vaguely, saying goodbye as they trudged through the slowly building snowfall. Harry headed back towards the shops, his eyes trained on the Malfoy boy's retreating form. He went into the Three Broomsticks, and Harry ducked into an alleyway to put his invisibility cloak on. He walked close to the buildings so his footsteps weren't visible in the settling snow, and waited outside the pub until the door opened, a few students coming out, to slip inside.
The pub was warm and fairly crowded with students, teachers and villagers alike. Harry felt himself skulk between tables and people, his Seeker eyes searching for the white blond hair of the Monster's target, his Golden Snitch.
He located him eventually, sitting at a table near the bar with Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry felt the rage of his Monster, a bubbling anger in his chest when it realised Draco wouldn't be alone without some work. Harry sat down at the bar near their table, hopefully out of the way so no one would sit on him.
Draco and his friends seemed to be having a nice time together, Blaise apparently telling a funny story that made the others laugh. Harry, and his Monster, watched Draco like a hawk, noticing every expression, every movement. He seemed to be acting quite as usual, laughing with the others and adding to the conversation. He was sitting between Pansy and Goyle, all of them drinking some kind of dark blue cocktail from the pitcher in the middle of the table. They were all dressed in their recreation clothes, like everyone else, Draco wearing a dark green jumper and black coat, trousers and shoes.
Crabbe got up to go to the bar, ordering another pitcher of the cocktail. Harry wondered if they planned to get drunk, since it was a Friday. The Monster, however, saw an opportunity and forced Harry to get his wand out. Crabbe was right beside him, it was perfect.
"Imperio…" Harry's voice whispered, almost inaudible to himself, and Crabbe seemed to freeze, then relax.
"What was that, dear?" Madam Rosmerta asked Crabbe. The Monster obviously understood the Imperius Curse much better than Harry because it made Crabbe say his order again and she nodded, going off to fill the pitcher, none the wiser. When she brought it to him, the Monster made him pay, and return to his seat like nothing had happened. Harry was confused, feeling himself being pushed back in his own mind as the Monster settled into his skin, eyes staring fixedly at Draco Malfoy.
Once this pitcher was empty, and the group of Slytherins were a little drunk, the Monster began to put its plan into action.
"Draco," Crabbe said in the Monster's words "can you help me pick a present for my mum? It's her birthday tomorrow and I dunno what to buy." Draco frowned at him, while Pansy looked livid.
"Why are you asking him? I'm a woman, Crabbe, I'd be a much better person to ask."
"Shut up, Pansy." Crabbe said, the Monster irritated by her voice. "Draco knows more about nice stuff." Pansy scoffed, but when Draco didn't object the Monster got excited. "I wanna get something today, so I can send it." Crabbe said, standing up. Draco glared at him.
"Now?" he asked, obviously displeased.
"Yeah, before the shops shut. We'll see you at dinner." Crabbe said. Everyone looked surprised by his sudden decisiveness, but they all seemed too tipsy to care. Draco sighed as he pulled on his coat, and Goyle moved for him to get out.
"I'll come with you." Pansy said, standing too. The Monster hissed in impatience at her.
"No, it's ok." Crabbe said, putting a large hand on Draco's shoulder to usher him out of the pub. Pansy looked annoyed, but sat back down, drinking her beverage. Blaise and Goyle looked confused, but the Monster didn't care as it made Harry get up and follow their victims.
"Pansy probably knows what to get your mother more than I do…" Draco was saying, clearly a bit put out at being forced back into the cold, pulling on his gloves.
"She'd pick something tacky." Crabbe said. Draco let out a small laugh.
"You're probably right… Well, we can try Gladrags or Scrivenshaft's…or the music shop?" Draco suggested as they walked towards the shops, away from the more populated areas. The village streets were deserted, thanks to the snow and rising wind. Harry followed, stepping in Crabbe's footprints to hide his own. He couldn't feel the cold at all, even as Draco's teeth chattered and he wrapped his coat around himself tightly. The Monster seemed bored of the charade, its hunger burning in Harry's skin.
"I just wanted to get you alone." Crabbe said. Draco looked up at him, a flash of fear in his eyes but he seemed to suppress it, quirking a slender eyebrow.
"Really? Um…what for?" he asked slowly.
"I need to talk to you…somewhere quiet. I don't…want anyone else around." He said. Another flash of fear, and Draco seemed to be instantly wary of his friend, stopping in his tracks.
"I'm…I'm going back inside, it's too cold out he-" The Monster jabbed Harry's wand out and made Crabbe seize Draco's arms before he could turn away. Draco let out a yell of shock but Crabbe's ham of a hand covered his mouth, dragging him into a small stone shelter nearby. Draco struggled and tried to scream, but the wind had picked up and took the sound before it got anywhere, and Crabbe was obviously far too strong for him. Harry followed them quickly, his Monster writhing excitedly.
Crabbe had Draco pinned to the wall, his hands completely swamping his chest, the blond boy clearly panicking. It was all too familiar, all too terrifying, and this time it was his friend.
"Crabbe…l-let go of me, please… Why are you doing this..?" he implored, still desperately trying to escape. Harry heard his own voice laugh. Draco froze instantly, his hollow cheeks, pale pink from the cold, draining of colour as he searched for the source. Harry moved forward, his hand reaching out to touch Draco's neck through the cloak, making him flinch, barely suppressing a stifled scream. "W-who's there...?!" Draco demanded, his voice shaking terribly. He fumbled for his wand, but the Monster made Crabbe grab his wrist, twisting it until he cried out and dropped his only means of attack or defence. It then made Crabbe pick up Draco's wand, slip it into his own pocket, and sit down on the hard bench in the shelter.
"Finite Incantatem." The Monster hissed, aiming Harry's wand at Crabbe, whose eyes cleared of the slight mist the Imperius Curse had caused, and he looked around, confused. He looked at Draco and frowned, about to ask what was wrong, or perhaps where they were, when the Monster said "Immobulus." And the large boy went completely still, his eyes wide and staring, the pinkness in his cheeks and nose from the cold draining completely. Draco stared back at him, panting with fear, tears in his eyes.
"No…no…please, let us go…!" Draco begged the otherwise empty shelter, looking around for any trace of their attacker. The Monster chuckled inside Harry, eager to hurt Malfoy again. "Potter, if it's you again, I'm begging you-" Harry's hand darted out, covering Malfoy's mouth when he heard distant voices outside. The shelter was good cover, the occupants only visible if someone were to walk in. Their bodies were pressed up close, Harry felt himself getting hard, a strange pleasure building in his groin despite hating what his body was being forced to do. Draco let out something akin to whimper when Harry's body shifted against his own, clearly feeling the hardness against his hip, the pressure from something unseen, hearing the disembodied angry, excited breathing.
Harry watched Draco's wide grey eyes trying to look over at Crabbe, like he was begging him to help him. Harry knew, if the spell on Crabbe broke at any moment, he would leap to Draco's aid, probably kill Harry if he managed to get his huge hands on him…especially after he saw what the Monster had planned.
"He can't help you, Draco… No one can." Harry's voice hissed, making Draco jump and his eyes once again search for his invisible attacker. His hand slowly moved away from Draco's mouth once the passers-by were gone, tears now falling down his cheeks, his eyes angry.
"Show yourself, you fucking coward." He snarled, his voice filled with venom.
"Now, now, Draco…we mustn't talk to our superiors like that." Draco looked even angrier, the Malfoy instinct telling him to deny being inferior to anyone, when the Monster grabbed a handful of his blond hair and threw him to the floor with such force that he ended up at Crabbe's feet. Draco scrambled to right himself, using the bench and Crabbe himself to get up, but Harry swooped down on him, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him to his feet in front of Crabbe, whom he could see was fully conscious and watching through his paralysis. His eyes couldn't move, couldn't blink, but it was clear he could see it all, unable to stop himself. The Monster thrashed excitedly, stretching its muscles, preparing, like it were about to go for a jog. It was really going to enjoy this.
Still with one hand around Draco's throat, squeezing just enough to restrict his breathing a little bit, the Monster pushed Draco into the wall directly in front of the larger boy, so Crabbe got a good view of his friend while the invisible Monster violated him. This time, the Monster went straight for Draco's front rather than his back, undoing his trousers and gripping his flaccid member in Harry's tight grip through the cloak, stroking it almost sensuously. Draco let out a sob, turning his face away from Crabbe, his cheek pressed against the cold stone wall. He was shivering, either from cold or fear or whatever, he didn't know, the heat from the phantom's hand on his cock was almost unbearable, the cloak feeling almost liquid-like against the sensitive flesh.
The Monster laughed when it realised Draco was starting to harden under Harry's hand, gripping him tighter until he groaned in pain, begging his assailant to stop, to leave him alone.
"I'm sure we can help you enjoy yourself, Draco… You just need some encouragement, that's all…" the Monster's high voice was speaking through Harry's lips as if it were a reassuring teacher, a mockery of concern and kindness. He leaned close to Draco, his breath whispering against his ear and the side of his neck, making him gasp and shiver. He didn't want to feel pleasure, he wanted it to hurt and feel worse than before…to feel good meant something far worse than just being raped, Draco thought, this was his pride, as well as his body, being violated.
Harry glanced over at Crabbe, amused by his wide, frozen stare as his friend was assaulted by less than a ghost.
The Monster seemed to have an exciting idea because it made Harry grab Draco by the hair and push him over to his friend. They stood before Crabbe, Draco's half erect cock hanging indecently from his trousers right in front of his friend, his pink and crying face clearly visible to the paralysed boy. Harry stroked Draco's cock some more, making it flop and dance in front of him, trying to get it hard enough to leak a little, maybe even make a game of getting Crabbe in the face.
Then the Monster grabbed Draco's shoulders and pushed them forward, gripping his cock hard so he bent at the waist over Crabbe with a gasp. Draco's hands found his friend's shoulders, which he gripped as he let out a sob, begging Harry not to do this. The Monster pulled Draco's trousers down fully, exposing the arse it had enjoyed so much last time, and drew Harry's wand to cast the Lubrico charm. Draco jumped as the cold liquid spurted inside him, his head dropping in front of Crabbe's face. Crabbe's eyes were clearly watching, clearly utterly horrified and confused, the Monster loved it. It pulled the cloak up to reveal Harry's own hard cock, making sure Crabbe got a good look at it before shoving it all the way inside Draco.
The Malfoy boy choked on a scream, wrapping his arms around Crabbe's thick neck as he was pushed, bodily, against his friend with the force of Harry's thrusts. A fresh trickle of blood made its way down his inner thigh when Harry pulled out almost all the way, the Monster loving the shock of dark red against the pale skin. Harry vaguely wondered what Crabbe was thinking behind his frozen eyes. What was he feeling as he watched? Angry Draco was being hurt? Scared he would be hurt too? Aroused? The thought made the Monster chuckle.
"Draco…be a good boy and undo our guest's trousers for him…" its words said in Harry's voice, though higher and crueller than usual. Draco turned his head against Crabbe's neck, where he was apparently trying to get some form of comfort, his one visible eye huge with terror as he tried to find his assailant but couldn't. He let out a sob, taking a shaky deep breath, before one hand dropped from his friend's shoulder, hesitantly gripping Crabbe's flyer and pulling it down. He undid the button with heavy, clumsy fingers, his eyes closed again as he buried his face in his friend's neck, crying softly.
He eventually pulled out Crabbe's cock, soft despite the rigidity of his body. Harry wondered if there's a spell for erectile dysfunction…almost certainly, created by old wizards who couldn't get it up… Penis Erectus seemed too obvious, but it didn't need to be fancy. Harry abandoned this musing when his own voice ordered Draco to suck Crabbe's cock, which, though flaccid, was really rather large. "Be a good boy, Draco, or I'll have Crabbe rape you as well… He'd probably rip you in half with that thing…and I'll cut his throat while he's cumming inside you." The voice hissed. Draco let out an angry growl and in a flash he had a wand in his hand, either his own or Crabbe's no-one had time to notice, pointed right at Harry.
"Stupef-"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand and mind responded reflexively, he didn't even think the Monster cast the spell that had the wand in Malfoy's hand flying into the air. "Incarcerus." It added, pointing Harry's wand at Draco, who was already reaching for the other wand in Crabbe's pocket. Thin cords shot from Harry's wand, wrapping tightly around Draco's tin wrists and lashing them together, the Monster easily hooking a hand around the cutting ropes to keep them out of trouble.
This had Draco sobbing again, loud and unashamed, and the Monster felt it prudent to cast a few advanced concealment and silencing spells in case a stray villager happened to pass by, although it would be fun to frame Crabbe for raping Draco if they were caught…but deciding this was better, the Monster thrust savagely hard inside Draco, pushing him right up against Crabbe so he was practically in his friend's lap, bound arms wrapped around Crabbe's neck like they were lovers. Crabbe's frozen eyes seemed to be staring right at Harry, despite his invisibility.
The Monster made Harry's face grin, and grab a fistful of Draco's hair to pull him away from Crabbe. Draco made an almost whiny noise, trying to hold onto his friend's cloak, like it would stop it hurting.
"Look at the proud Draco Malfoy, Crabbe…don't you wish you could fuck him until he cries like this?" Harry's voice asked, laughing in Crabbe's paralysed face and his floppy cock hanging from his trousers. "Think about all the times he's ordered you around…look at him now…" Draco was very quiet for this, leading the Monster to believe he was trying to be strong, especially in front of Crabbe. So, still holding Draco by the hair, it pulled his head all the way back to rest on Harry's invisible shoulder, and forced him to raise one leg, bending it at the knee to reveal Harry's disembodied cock ramming into his body with staggering force. Blood was trickling down the inside of his planted thigh, his shackled hands trying to cover himself as Harry fucked him mercilessly, pulling his green jumper down over his exposed genitals. The Monster wanted to give Crabbe more of a show, so it pulled all the way out to reveal the full bloodied length of Harry's certainly-not-small erection, rubbed it against Draco's thigh for a moment before ramming back in, all the way to the hilt.
Harry's true self, or so he thought at least, felt like he was watching through a thick layer of clear ice, seeing everything but lacking the strength to break through. He wondered if Crabbe was feeling similarly…or Draco, for that matter. Perhaps he'd made himself somewhere safe to go in his mind, where he couldn't feel the pain in his body. But…judging from the truly anguished sobs coming from Draco, it seemed he was all too present…
This seemed to give the Monster another awful idea. Still thrusting mercilessly inside Draco, it pressed Harry's wand to Draco's neck and said "Crucio," loudly and clearly. Draco's whole body constricted in agony, his back bowing almost inhumanly, screaming hoarsely as his head jerked against Harry's shoulder as he leaned into him to feel every tremor. The feeling of being inside him was phenomenal and Harry came the hardest he could ever remember, deep inside Draco's spasming body, stumbling a little as the Monster relished the orgasm.
The spell broke and Draco went still, Harry's cock still inside him. Harry held onto him, the distant part of his consciousness, which he was quickly regaining, terrified he'd died from the pain. He lowered them both to the floor, removing himself from the destroyed hole, cradling Draco gently. The Monster seemed to step back in his mind, but Harry could feel its pleasure at seeing Draco so utterly broken. His eyes were half-lidded and blank, his body shaking badly as his breathing came out in short, shallow pants, tears rolling over his temples into his white hair.
"Coriumtersus." the Monster said, moving Harry's wand over Draco, his skin instantly becoming dry and clean, releasing the ropes around his thin wrists as well. "Internumtersus." Draco's breath hitched, his unfocussed eyes widening slightly, twitching and shivering at the feeling as his insides followed suit. The Monster then cast another spell, some kind of revitalising charm, and Draco seemed to regain his senses, and some of his strength. He pulled away from Harry and stood up slowly, leaning fully against the wall as he pulled up his trousers. He was looking at the floor where he'd been lying previously, where his incorporeal rapist still knelt.
"W-what are you…going to do to about…him…?" Draco asked shakily, glancing at Crabbe. The Monster purred softly, making Harry stand up and gently brush Draco's cheek, which made him flinch away like he'd been burned, barely containing a scream. Then Harry walked over to Crabbe, waved his wand to put Crabbe's cock back into his trousers, and then the Monster cast an unfamiliar spell.
"Psurentitia." It said in Harry's voice. "He'll think you went shopping, and bought this." He said placing the singing lullaby gadget Harry had purchased earlier on the bench beside Crabbe. "He'll think you came in here when the snow got too heavy. He won't remember anything of what really happened. Good night, Draco." He said, released Immobulus and his other protection charms, but his Monster forced him stay and watch.
Crabbe unfroze, experimentally moving his fingers, and his expression looking confused. He saw Draco and seemed to recall what he thought had happened, and stood up, looking out the window and the calming snowfall.
"We should head back, yeah?" he asked his friend, picking up the pretty little statue with a proud smile, shoving it in his pocket. He looked at Draco, frowning. "You alright?" he asked. Draco looked pretty awful, pale and shaky and clearly on the verge of tears. He nodded, clearing his throat and putting his Malfoy mask on.
"Just…just cold. Let's go." He said shortly, fixing his coat and hair quickly. Crabbe nodded and they left together, Harry following closely. The wind had picked up in lieu of the heavy snow, almost pushing Draco clean over. Crabbe grabbed his arm when he started to wane, frowning at him.
"Whoa, Draco…here, wear my cloak, you're gonna freeze to death." He said, pulling off his own winter cloak and draping it around Draco's thin shoulders over his coat. As well as all his natural layering, Crabbe was wearing a thick jumper and barely seemed to feel the cold.
"Th-thanks…" Draco said weakly, struggling to walk properly, which pleased Harry's Monster. Crabbe put an arm around the blond in an attempt to keep him warm, apologising for making him leave the pub for him, and they trudged on towards the castle, Draco head down the whole way.
When they arrived at the castle, the two Slytherins went straight down to the dungeons. As soon as Draco was out of Harry's sight, the Monster went back to sleep, and Harry had to sprint to the closest bathroom to vomit. He thought he'd reached the pinnacle of how disgusting he could find himself after last time…but this was too much. He curled up in the bathroom stall under his cloak, and sobbed. A second year even came in, but was frightened off by the disembodied crying. He sat there for what could have been hours, sobbing and thinking about how he'd left Draco in a very similar situation just week before…and now he'd involved another person… He thought it would never happen again, he would have rather died…yet here he was.
After recovering himself, and sprinted up to the Gryffindor tower, where he took the hottest shower he could possibly stand, scrubbing himself raw to get rid of the filth he was drowning in. He went to bed, ignoring Ron's questions of where the bloody hell he'd been all this time, and dreamt of making Crabbe watch as he ate Draco's still-beating heart.