Draco and Harry awoke to light streaming in through the window. Being in the dungeon of course, the light was purely of magical source like at the Ministry of Magic, but was, nonetheless, affective in waking them up, much to their disgruntlement.
Harry groaned and pulled the covers over his head, refusing to get up. Draco looked at the clock and cursed. They had slept entirely through dinner, not to mention the rest of the day, and now had an hour before breakfast.
Draco ran a hand through his silvery blonde tresses and sighed. Despite being well rested he really did not want to leave his room. And from the looks of it, neither did Harry.
"Get up Harry." Draco said shaking him as he got out of the bed and headed over to his dresser. Harry removed the cover from his head, but otherwise remained motionless, watching as Draco, half naked due to removing most of his clothes at some point to sleep, fished around for clean clothes for both of them.
Feeling eyes on his back he looked over his shoulder and smirked at the awe struck teen. "See something you like?" he asked raising a teasing eyebrow.
Blushing, Harry nodded. "Yes."
Draco got back on the bed and crawled over to him, lips hovering centimeters above the Gryffindor's, "Good." was all he said before descending his lips on the boys under him. Harry groaned at the contact opening his mouth to the other's questing tongue. Draco smiled as he settled himself between the other boy's legs.
Harry wrapped his arms around the other, and tried to stay calm as Draco rested his elbows on either side of him, trapping him. Draco's knee rubbed against his groin eliciting a hitched moan. Harry wanted to be intimate with him, he really did, Harry didn't want what Ron had done to him to affect his relationship with Draco. He knew that, despite how early it was in their relationship, Draco wanted to go further, and he knew that he probably would, he trusted the Slytherin, but it was just too soon after the rape.
He inhaled sharply as Draco began kissing his neck, teasing him with tiny nips and long sucks to his collarbone. Despite it being extremely pleasurable, the small feeling of panic remained in the pit of his stomach, telling him to push the other away. He tried focusing on the sensations, the minty and lilac smell of Draco's that was so different than Ron's newly cut grass scent. He focused on how Draco's platinum blonde hair was so different from Ron's flaming red, and how gentle he was opposed to how Ron forced himself upon him a few nights ago.
Draco slipped a hand under Harry's shirt, ghosting over his quivering muscles, and making his way up to where he pinched a dusky nipple, drawing out a cry from the raven haired boy. He could do this, Harry thought, he was determined not to become weak, not to let what Ron did rule over him.
He opened his mouth up to the other when their lips met again, but his mind screamed at him when a hand slipped inside of his pants. Vivid images of the rape flashed back into his mind, and he shoved Draco off of him, jumping of the bed and running to the farthest corner of the room where he hunched over shaking.
He heard Draco curse, but was too focused on the memory plaguing his mind to care that he had pushed him off the bed.
"Harry?" Draco began slowly walking over to the shivering boy "I'm sorry." he said, laying a hand on Harry's shoulder. The emerald eyed boy let out an involuntary whimper and flinched slightly.
"Shit." Draco murmured running a hand through his hair. "Harry, I'm so sorry. I should've known it was too fast. I swear I'd never hurt you." he said, pleading with Harry to forgive him. "It was too soon, it won't happen again."
Harry took deep breaths, trying to clear his head from the influx of worrying thoughts. He knew Draco would never hurt him, he was safe here, here away from Gryffindor tower, here away from Ron. Taking a deep breath he took a shaky step closer to the blonde, laying his head on his chest. Draco tentatively wrapped him into a hug. After a few minutes of deep breaths, and soothing words from the Slytherin Harry calmed down, and blinked away any tears that had gathered in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, face buried in Draco's bare chest.
"For what?" The silver eyed teen asked, fingers soothingly running through raven locks.
"I . . . I shouldn't be so panicky."
"Harry, you were just raped, you're actually doing much better than expected." Draco murmured soothingly, kissing the top of his head in reassurance.
"You deserve someone who's not afraid to be touched, I want to, it's just . . . I'm sorry"
"Don't apologize, okay, I want to be with you, and I'll wait however long you need Harry, I promise."
Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around the blonde and kissing his neck "Thank you."
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Draco guided Harry back to the bed and went back to his previous task of finding them something to wear. "All your makeup work is on the table downstairs." Draco said as he handed Harry a uniform shirt and pants. "These will probably be a little big, but they should fit, or do you want to get some clothes your room?"
"These are fine." Harry said, not wanting to risk the chance of meeting Ron.
Draco nodded, pulling on his own clothes as Harry slowly did the same. "Ready?" Draco asked when they were both dressed and had their bags. Harry nodded and Draco took a step towards him, wrapping his arms around him once again and gently tipping his head up to bring him into a sweet kiss.
Harry smiled and took his hand, leading him out of the room.
As they headed through the halls to their first class, Harry turned to the Slytherin when Draco snatched his hand back. Harry's eyes widened when he realized that Draco had suddenly stopped walking because he was petrified.
He was about to take out his wand and undo the spell when a rough hand gripped him around the waist, and shoved him against the wall of the empty corridor. Harry's eyes widened as he came face to face with familiar blue. Ron was looked down at him, smiling maliciously.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Hermione standing beside Draco. It seemed like she was the one who had cast the spell, and from the looks of it she was casting incarcerous and another binding spell as a precaution.
"Missed me bitch?" Ron spoke into Harry's ear.
"Get away from me!" Harry growled thankful that his voice didn't betray him.
"Why would I do that Potter?" He asked, "I see your still letting the Malfoy fuck around with you" he spoke offhandedly, tossing a careless look over his shoulder at the still frozen Draco.
"He's my boyfriend." Harry snapped, causing an annoyingly high pitched laugh from Hermione.
"Potter, who would ever want a good for nothing orphaned slut like you?" she said, with a smirk.
"Obviously the asshole in front of me that you want so much, but apparently you're not enough, if he keeps coming back to me."
Hermione scowled but said nothing, just glaring daggers.
"So you want me to keep coming back to you, hmm?" Ron asked as he brutally grabbed Harry's crotch, making him wince.
"Not a chance, you dip shit." Harry bit out, "I don't want anything to do with a cheater, abuser, and rapist."
"It's not rape if you wanted it"
"I fought you, and screamed for you to stop!" Harry shouted.
"You liked every minute of it," Ron said as he brutally bit Harry's neck, drawing blood.
"Get away from me and go back to your whore, she looks pissed." Harry said, voice slightly unsteady.
Ron looked briefly over his shoulder, and Hermione certainly did look angry, she seemed to be grinding her teeth, her glare had intensified tenfold, and her hands were balled into fists.
"She can wait, we're having fun." Ron said as he forced his lips on Harry's. His struggles were fruitless as Ron was much stronger than him, but he tried to get his hand to his pocket where he knew his wand was.
But before he could do anything Ron had landed on his butt with a grunt, holding his jaw, as Draco stood above him.
Harry looked over to see Hermione incarcerated and struggling.
"How did you escape?!" Hermione shrieked still struggling.
"It's called wandless magic, Granger, something most purebloods learn. I'm sure you wouldn't be able to wrap your small mind around it."
Draco looked at Ron with distaste, before swiftly kicking him in the stomach. He then took out his wand and muttered something under his breath. Ron screamed his hands clutching at his groin.
"It's a darker version of the furnunculus curse. Last for at least a week and there's no cure.
He then turned worried silver eyes to Harry. "Are you okay?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, yeah, just a little shaken, I think."
Draco nodded, taking his hand, and leading him down a floor and into a bathroom. "Are you sure, you don't have to go to class."
"I'll be fine, I just . . . I think I'll be okay."
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop it earlier." Draco said softly, pulling him into a hug.
"It's not your fault, I'm just glad you were there to stop it." They stayed in silence for a while, before Harry broke the silence "Draco, I want to tell someone."
But before Draco could respond, another voice cut in, "I don't think that's a very good idea ,Potter."
AN: Much thanks to my amazing beta eternal-depths-of-emerald!
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