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Monday morning found Harry whisked off to Bulgaria, AGAIN, for a quidditch game.
That afternoon he was once again laying in Viktor's bed, waiting the dark-haired man to re-appear. He had missed his Viktor so much, and couldn't wait to show the other man just how much.
At least Ron won't be bothering Neville, Draco or I anymore, he mused, taking on a smug look. Draco had revealed part of his heritage to Neville and himself that day, taking on the blue-ish silver tinged look, creating fireballs and Merlin, his wings! Wings! They'd been huge!
Before then, only a few select Slytherin's had been aware the blonde was part Veela. Afterwards, the entire school knew. A passing portrait had seen the entire fiasco.
Draco'd been not pissed, but happy his secret had been told.
Snape hadn't.
"Harry, vhat has you so deep in your thoughts I am being ignored?" came his lover's voice, so rough and gravelly.
He blushed softly, "Nothing, Viktor. Just thinking back to Thursday last week." Viktor's eyebrows rose, softly inquiring even though he already knew.
"Vell, that Veasley boy vill not be around you anymore." He said matter-of-factly. It was no secret. Viktor just didn't like Ronald Weasley, but he had no quelms with the rest of the family.
"No, he won't be," Harry echoed, smiling softly as the Bulgarian moved to lay on top of his slight form. His legs parted eagerly, and Viktor smiled back at him, settling his hips against Harry's pelvis.
Ahhh, bliss, they thought to themselves. Harry felt Viktor turn his head to press his lips to the side of Harry's neck, and Harry's lips parted in a sigh, happy. He wouldn't trade this for anything.
Nor, would Viktor give his Harry up. He loved the green eyed boy too much to ever think of that.
As they made love, Viktor took Harry's face in his hands and gently kissed him, trying to convey his feelings into the soft touch as he moved.
When they came, it was with a cry of each other's names into the kiss.
"Viktor!"
"Harry!"
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Neville sat in the library reading a book on Herbology when he heard the voices. Angry and rude but whispered.
Curiosity piqued, he went to find the source, but stopped when he saw Ron, Hermione and Ginny sitting in a corner desk. Ron was throwing a fit.
"bloody Potter, thinks he soo perfect," the red-head griped, Hermione and his younger sister nodding earnestly.
"We should teach him a lesson, Ron." Came Ginny's normally shy voice.
"We should," Hermione piped in, a nasty gleam in her eye. She hadn't forgive the Chosen One for his stunt nor his words.
Neville gulped and ran off as fast as he could to find his most hated Professor.
Severus Bloody Snape.
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Harry got back to Hogwarts, his fingers laced with Viktors. A happy hum in his entire body with every loving look and soft kiss. He was finally happy, and everyone else be damned if it was going to get ruined.
"Harry, vhen you miss me, simply think ov all our vonderful games and private moments, yeah?" Viktor whispered softly, just outside the great hall. People entering and exiting gave the couple odd looks, one or two giggles, but nothing else.
Of course, when Viktor finally took Harry's cheeks in his palms and held the boy's face still, Harry was in pure bliss. And when Viktor's lips touched chastely to Harry's, it was all he could to stop the moan that threatened to bubble up out of his chest.
He whined softly when Viktor broke the kiss and stepped back, smiling sadly at his lover. Harry knew it was as hard for Viktor as for him, this being separated so much.
"Obicham te, moeto malko lŭv." 1 Viktor murmured softly, gently resting his forehead against Harry's.
"I love you too, Viktor. Please be careful," Harry whispered, before pressing a kiss to Viktor's lips once more.
"I promise, Harry." His lover said, then turned and walked from Hogwarts to the apparition point.
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Harry felt empty.
Like an un-fillable hole in his chest was throbbing. He just couldn't help but miss his boyfriend and their tight embraces. Being held in Viktor's arms was one of the best things in world.
As he walked in one of the more uninhabitable places, he wasn't really paying attention, knowing nobody ever went down there.
He was proved wrong when he heard a cold tone from behind him, "Well well well, if it isn't ickle Potter. Where's your boyfriend now? Did he get tired of you?"
"Who's there?" Harry called out, backing up until he came to thump into the hard chest of a male body. Turning quickly, his eyes widened.
Another pair of arms came from behind him and held him as a pale, freckled hand came up and lit a wand.
The attackers were none other than Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.
He only had time to ask, "Why?" before his world went black and he didn't know anything else.
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He woke slowly, his mouth feeling like cotton and dry. His body was numb, but all too soon he felt unexpected pain and a scream ripped from his throat. He tried to move, but couldn't.
"Nobody will hear your screams, Potter, so scream all you want," a female's voice sneered, only to be followed by the face of Ginerva Weasley.
"…" he couldn't do anything but scream and twist, trying to fight off the feeling of fire and then flashing cold. Sweat built up in tight beads on his arms, chest and face.
"Viktor! VIKTOR!" he screeched, calling out in the middle of a loud round of laughter by his captors.
"-n't know his little boy toy isn't coming, does he?" Came the voice of Hermione, with cold laughs by Ron and Ginny.
"Vik-" he whimpered softly, falling limp in his bonds. As soon as he did, two sets of arms flipped him over onto his belly, then lifted him into a kneeling position.
Sickened, he realized he was naked and then gasped as he realized what they were going to do.
"No, please! No! Don't do thi-" he screamed again as a thick dildo was shoved roughly into his arse.
The girls tied him and Ron placed nipple clamps on his nipples, making him scream and cry in the pain and agony he felt.
"Stop! God, make it stop!" he screamed, feeling a rough hand grip his cock tightly. He couldn't do anything as Ron milked him roughly, making it as painful as he could. Only when Harry was at his peak, did Ron let go with a cruel slap to Harry's chest, jarring the nipple clamps.
He whimpered again, sagging.
The red-headed boy continued his treatment of Harry several more times until Harry was crying and sobbing, begging him to stop. Tears ran in fast rivulets down Harry's cheeks.
When will it end? He thought, When does the pain stop?
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"So, Longbottom, you are telling me that Granger, Weasley and Weasley are planning on harming Mr. Potter?" Severus Snape questioned.
Of all the boys to come to him with this information, it had to be the boy who was most scared of him.
"Y-yes sir! I didn't h-hear w-when but th-they s-said they'd t-t-teach him a l-lesson," the round lump whispered. It was in the middle of a private Potion's lesson to the Slytherins.
All of them barely containing their fury, Severus included.
He backed away from Longbottom and turned to his snakes. They all nodded, knowing without having to hear what to do.
"Capture, but do not harm!" he barked, withdrawing his wand. The Slytherin's did the same.
They set out to find Draco's adopted brother and friend.
Little did they know, they wouldn't like what they'd find.
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"MAKE IT STOP! GOD PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" drew the Slytherin blonde and his group towards some of the more exclusive (and abandoned) alcoves in the abandoned part of the Northern Potions wing.
"Shut up before someone hears you, whore!"
Weeping, then a scream and a round of laughter.
Draco growled deeply, feeling his Veela trying to break through his wall.
More screams and a harsh slap!
"!"
"Potter, what did I say?" a loud slap and then another scream of pain.
"Please! Please, I-I'll do anything! Just PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!"
Draco couldn't take anymore and let his Veela break through, a loud screech of anger ripping through the halls. Fireballs formed in his clawed hands and he began his attack.
Blood spattered the entire wall, and the three attackers sank down, their eyes wide.
None seemed to know what to do with an enraged Veela Dominant.
"Please.." came the soft whimper, so softly, Draco wasn't sure he'd heard it. Another whimper. Nope, he'd heard it.
He threw the first fireball as a warning. Then another to frighten them. A third to begin his assault. A forth to injury first the Weasel, then his sister. Before he could throw another, he scented his godfather and stopped.
"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Weasley, Ms. Granger, please follow me," Severus' cold voice floated to his ears. The three humans shakily got up and moved towards the professor.
Draco knelt before Harry's broken and bleeding body, outstretching his arms towards the boy. A shudder as he laid his feathered hand on Harry's shoulder enraged him, and he squaked angrily. The broken boy before him let out a shaking laugh before trying to uncurl himself from his little ball, only to cry out in pain from the action.
Growling, Draco picked him up as gently as he could and began the journey to the Hospital Wing.
Needless to say, Madam Pomfrey had a helluva time getting Harry away from the Veela. Nor, would he allow her to use any potions or spells on the boy until Severus returned. It was only with Severus' calming voice that Pomfrey was finally allowed to do her job.
When she was done, Draco, much to everyone's amusement (even his father's, who was also his Veela form), climbed into the bed and curled protectively around Harry's abused body.
Nobody slept much that night.
Next morning, an extremely pissed off Viktor Krum slammed open the doors to the Wing looking for his boyfriend. Not even Dumbledore could stop him when he found his boyfriend and turned, murder in his eyes for those who had touched his precious Harry.
Both Veela men let out masculine screeches of agreement at his choice. But only Lucius would be helping his adopted child's mate.
Draco wouldn't leave Harry's side.
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When Harry woke next, he was slightly disoriented. But warm and…
That's when it all came crashing down on him, like a storm.
He'd been raped.
And beaten.
Tortured, for his choice in boyfriend.
His chest constricted and tears sprung up to his eyes.
A soft screech near his ear made him whimper in fright, his arms moving instinctively up to shield his face.
"P-please, no more!" he whimpered, "please.."
"Potter, nobody's going to hurt you here," Snape's voice sounded oddly caring, and he wondered if maybe this was a dream. But then it was shaken away by the soft voice of his lover.
"Harry, I am here, Harry," Viktor whispered softly to him, his hand going into the larger boy's grip, "They cannot hurt you here anymore, love."
He opened his eyes and looked up at his lover, before he launched himself at the Bulgarian Seeker, his sob fighting its way free. He buried his face in Viktor's shoulder, clinging to the other boy.
Viktor's arms moved to wrap tightly around Harry, as he murmured sweet nothings into his ears, all the way plotting three very, very painful deaths.
Nobody would harm HIS Harry and get away with it.
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Well, everything but the rape. I could do without that.
If only it weren't essential to the story.
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