TITLE: The Seven Wonders of the World

RATING: This is now R – Do Not Read if you are NOT mature enough

PAIRING: Harry/Draco

WARNING: This is SLASH. SLASH. SLASH. Two boys in sexual situations. Not your cup of tea? Press the back button - oral sex in this chapter. Don't like don't read. Uhm…promiscuous Harry…is that a warning?

SUMMARY: A Harry balancing between misery and all-consuming rage, and an (for now) unsympathetic Draco go looking for a mysterious artefact for Dumbledore, hidden somewhere in one of the Ancient Seven Wonders of the World. But they're not the only ones looking for it.

DISCLAIMER: Everything you recognise isn't mine - even this disclaimer.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: To Claud - as always. From your forever grateful (if not tired) Captain. Might be dodgy, this chapter - but I believe when you experience something like Harry has, it can go two ways. Harry is confused. His actions are confused. Therefore, he does things that he would have thought differently about if the rape hadn't happened.

CURIOUS DREAM WEAVER: Draco has indeed bolloxed it up - but he truly is sorry. He is a Malfoy though, and well- things are going to continue being complicated.

CHYNA16: Aye, I knew there were people who were going to be appalled. I am so sorry. I'm glad you're going to continue reading it though. Harry's tough though, so he'll survive (see chapter contents *grins*) Well - Draco won't feel sorry for himself. He'll feel disgusted and mad and try as hell to make it up to Harry - but it won't be easy. Harry is very very confused. His decisions are very dodgy right now. It WILL be a love story and I've got something coming up in the following chapters that will confuse both of them even more. I'm quite curious to see where it's going as well…I'm having great fun writing this - please stick around - it'll all work out, you'll see.

ALICIA: Hehe, I thought I'd end the chapter with a line like that. I knew it was going to cause some…tension, but I'm glad you reviewed. Yay! A fellow geek - *feels relieved* I'm so happy you're falling in love with this story. Stunning talent, aye? *does happy dance* Hope you like this chapter.

EADON: No worries. Harry will forgive Draco. Sometime. Eventually? Read the chapter - it'll give you some idea how Harry is feeling. This chapter is nice and long again! I'm trying my hardest not to make Harry so forward but everybody seems to like him *grins apologetically* I'm glad you liked the slash, look out for it at the end of this chapter as well. I felt that splitting them up for this chapter would help both of them deal with what happened. And look - we're even inching forwards in the plot *winks*

SAPPHIRE: Yeah, how could Draco? Harry's just very appealing…and Harry will heal. With Draco's help or without it. But I, as omnipotent author will make it all better - I promise you.

BRENNA8: Hahaha - yep, Draco's ego sure got a dent there, and yep - it's not over yet. He's going to have to grovel like mad, and nope - death threat won't really affect Draco that much. Harry's fist might, though *winks* Plot development as well…this chapter sure will keep them busy. Thanks for reviewing…

DARK ANGEL: Thanks for your review! I'm glad you liked it - I know what you mean, a good fic can keep me up all night as well- I'm glad mine was one of them, even though I hope you're not too tired. Thanks for your comments, they make me happy and give me faith as an author and look! Pretty soon, right?

FLAMMY: Wow, your point sure got across, with those capitals. *grins* Thanks for your review, and look - updated really quickly - usually takes a week or so. You cried? Really? Wow - I feel really honoured that I can move you to that. Oh and…please don't sue…I really don't have much *winks*

REVIEW: You people inspire me. It's appreciated. But if you don't…there's not much I can do, eh?

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Chapter Nine: Let the games begin…

Every step Harry took, his body protested against. He wondered if he would ever wake up and not feel tired, or walk without feeling old bruises ache and cuts reopen. He wondered if he would ever feel anything else but pain again.

His nerves hyper sensitive, he could feel Draco a few feet behind him. It was too close. He needed more distance. Staring at the chattering guide somewhat ahead, he decided to let Draco deal with him, leaving Harry to follow the two.

"Hey, uhm…you never gave me your name?" Harry called out to the short wizard.

"Oh yes, sirs. Pardon me…my name, sirs, is Cyrus." Harry swallowed as another wave of pain shot through his body. Cyrus…Sirius. The names were too close for comfort.

"Well…Cyrus…why not tell my…companion" here, he sneered "exactly where we're going. I'm sure he'd be fascinated."

The wizard gave him a shrewd look but dragged Draco forward and next to him anyway. Harry slowed down until the pair was a good way ahead.

Staring at the tall blond boy in his toga, bile rose in his throat. His hands itched and his thoughts were murderous. Malfoy deserved to die. He deserved to be quartered, ripped apart…crucified. Harry acknowledged a small sliver of pleasure as he thought of ramming nails through his nemesis's body.

'Harry that's sick. Would you voluntarily cause him pain? Actually go as far and hammer bolts of iron through his flesh? That won't make you any better than Voldemort.'

Harry sneered. What did he care? At present, he could think of nothing better then to have Malfoy against a cross, splinters in his back, nails through his skin, and dead. The only good Malfoy was a dead Malfoy. He grinned to himself, then felt his smirk falter.

Keeping his head well down, he stared at his sandals as moisture gathered behind his eyelids. He wouldn't cry. Hadn't he done enough of that recently? He truly was pathetic. He'd even cried in front in Draco. Several times! Snarling, he spat on the ground, but there was little strength behind it.

Quickly he lifted his eyes to see if he was still going the right way. Again he felt his muscles clench and his body freeze as he gazed at Malfoy. It was impossible. He couldn't work in the proximity of that…that bastard so soon. He needed out. His breathing became more and more erratic and he tried to soothe himself.

'Come on Harry. Easy does it now. It's ok. Breathe.' Harry felt his eyes roll into the back of his head and fell to his knees. He grasped at his toga, gripping the cloth between his fists. Breathe Harry. Breathe. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale. He thought he'd gotten over these attacks. Fighting the familiar feeling of asphyxiation, he struggled to remain conscious. Shit. Okay. Breathe. Breathe. His vision blurred, and the trees around him blinked in and out of focus.

In the distance, Draco and the guide turned around to see Harry fall to the floor, clutching his chest. Everything froze around Draco. Harry was on the ground. Harry was hurt. Both wizards sped towards the gasping boy, who saw them approach.

Draco was coming towards him at an alarming speed. Harry's breathing sped up and panic rose. No, no no no no no. Get away from me. Get away. Get lost. Go; go...He clawed the air around him, trying to get more oxygen into his lungs when Malfoy finally reached him.

"Harry - what's wrong? What…" he reached out to touch Harry's shoulder and a terrified scream tore itself from Harry's throat.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Harry moved back as darkness wanted to descend over his eyes. He shook his head roughly. He wouldn't pass out. There was no telling what Malfoy would do if he was unconscious.

Draco kneeled helplessly in front of the breathless boy, wanting to gouge his own eyes out for his stupidity. Cyrus shot down next to Draco and grabbed Harry's hands. Unseeing eyes met his, and Cyrus nearly pulled back at the unadulterated fear that resided in those depths.

"You must calm down, little one. You must relax your muscles." Cyrus told the frantic wizard, but to no avail. Harry worked harder to free himself and when Draco leaned forward to help a burst of uncontrolled magic shot out from Harry.

Draco and Cyrus found themselves at least fifty feet from where Harry was, Draco painfully rubbing his injured head. They made for Harry again but before they could reach him, someone darted out of the surrounding forest, picked up the small boy and disappeared.

"HARRY!" Draco fell to his feet where Harry had vanished. Stupid stupid stupid. His eyes flashed angrily around, trying to discern any sign of the smaller wizard. The forest mocked him with its silence.

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'Can't breathe. Can't breathe.' Harry repeated this over and over to himself as he was cradled against some unknown person's chest. Then he was unceremoniously dumped on the forest floor, falling onto green moss.

Bright yellow eyes peered at him as he struggled to breathe. Suddenly a hand pushed him on his back and a body straddled his.

Flashbacks of the night before assaulted Harry and he fought furiously to dislodge the weight. Bile rose in his throat and just when he thought vomiting over this person wouldn't even be such a bad idea; a leather pouch was pressed over his mouth.

On instinct, Harry inhaled, and to his surprise felt the tightness in his chest dissipate a little. Relaxing slightly, he inhaled a few more times until his breathing became more and more regular, and the rigidity of his muscles was gone.

Immediately the weight lifted itself off, and a hand was thrust forward to help him up. Harry clutched it, but was astounded by its coldness. He then was confronted with the sharp yellow eyes as they scanned his face.

With a swift motion of his head, the man indicated for Harry to follow him. Harry shook his head and the bright eyes narrowed.

"It would do you well to follow." The tone was melodious but Harry stayed where he was. Everything was moving much too fast for his liking. The man shrugged, lunged forward and grabbed Harry by the waist. Then he sprinted deeper into the forest; Harry tucked weightlessly under his arm.

They stopped when the man reached a small settlement, and Harry was set down roughly on his feet again. His arm was grabbed and he was steered to a large hut towards the back, then pushed through the opening.

The man behind him nodded respectfully to someone Harry couldn't see and left silently.

"Well well well, what have we here?" Harry found himself staring at a tall stranger, with violet eyes, wearing something that reminded him of Robin Hood. A dark green tunic, with dark brown tights in brown boots. Long dusty brown hair fell down his back. The nose was sharp and the mouth was thin, slightly reminiscent of Professor Snape. There was a smirk playing around the stranger's mouth that Harry wasn't too comfortable with, so he edged towards the way he had come in.

"Leaving so soon - and after Horatio saved you none the less? Ungrateful, aren't you?" With fluid, predatory movements the man walked up to Harry, and reached out to touch him. Draco's face flashed in front of his eyes, and Harry flinched.

The man looked surprised, and then his gaze became calculating.

"My name is Lucas. Welcome to our camp." Harry shuddered involuntarily, trying to calm himself. It was just a name…what's in a name? But he swallowed visibly.

"Well…don't like my touch, don't like my name. Are you afraid, my boy?" Harry looked at the man from underneath his eyelids. He had relaxed his shoulders slightly now it appeared he wasn't in any immediate danger. The man was still waiting for an answer, but Harry decided remaining mute was the best for now.

"Very well. Remain here - I will deal with you later." He strode out of the hut, closing the wooden door. As soon as he was gone, Harry tried to open it, but found that it was blocked. Cursing his own stupidity he looked around the place.

'Why does this always happen to me?' He groaned and shook his head. He was so sick and tired of being helpless, constantly having to watch his back. Why was he ALWAYS kidnapped, or harassed or hunted? Did he have some sign saying: Likes to be Victimised on his back? Grinding his teeth together, he thought about smashing the few measly belongings in the place before his eyes fell on a sword.

He went over to the weapon, pulling it out and falling backwards as it came loose. Still sitting on the ground, he placed it over his knees and let his hand caress it with awe. Now this was a sword. Long, and beautiful - with a pure golden handle inscribed with something Harry couldn't read. He immediately fell in love with it, decidedly ignoring the voice that told him he would never be able to lift it.

The door was thrown open and Lucas entered again, with two other men. He grinned when he saw the sword on Harry's lap. Harry sighed, knowing that he couldn't exactly move, and sneaked his hand towards his wand. If he couldn't fight them physically, he could blast them into smithereens if they tried anything.

"I think he likes your sword, Luce." One of the men grinned whilst nudging the other one. Lucius smirked.

"Indeed. Or he is like the thieving raven - attracted to shiny objects. So raven, want to tell us your name?" Harry weighed his options, deciding he'd thrown his name around a lot recently. He shook his head.

"Very well. Raven you shall be. I believe I have already welcomed you here to my…humble abode." All three men laughed, and Harry felt he must have missed something.

"Maybe he's mute?" The other man suggested. Lucas appraised him with his eyes and shook his head. I don't think so. Horatio said he was pretty vocal in the screaming department when he found him."

He walked over to Harry and Harry tried to move back. What was it with people invading his personal space?

"Listen, little raven - you are safe here." Lucas crouched down and attempted to touch Harry, who pushed the sword off his lap and scrambled back further.

"I've been kidnapped, thrown in here without explanation and found valuable USABLE weapons in my direct proximity. Excuse me if I don't really take anything you say at face value right now." He glared at the men, who started laughing.

"Look at that Luce - he's not afraid of you in the least." Violet eyes glared at the speaker, and the men stopped laughing.

"Indeed, little raven. You have the look of someone who has been through too much to trust anyone." He stood up and brushed himself off.

"Then you should fit right in. Nobody here trusts each other - least of all me. Most of the weapons aren't even ours. They're stolen." A roguish grin was sent his way. Harry rolled his eyes.

Thieves. Of course. A bunch of thieves. Could it get any better? A man burst into the room and the three others turned to face him. He nodded his head at Harry.

"They're looking for the kid. His friends have alerted the guards, and they're combing the area as we speak."

"Is that so?" Lucas turned towards Harry again, before reaching out and yanking him to his feet.

"What is so special about you, little raven?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Believe me, I've been asking myself that the past sixteen years." Lucas allowed a smile before turning briskly to the others.

"Gather the men. Tell them we're leaving - for now. I won't have that snotty prince kick me out of my home for long." He pushed Harry over to the man who had just come in - Harry recognised him as Horatio.

"Get this whelp some clothes. Decent ones, not that ridiculous thing he's wearing. Meet us at the other exit."

Then he seemingly disappeared from view as Harry was yanked along by the man with the bright yellow eyes. Pushed into another hut, Harry felt his makeshift toga being tugged off him.

Clutching the cloth to his chest, he growled at the other man.

"Don't touch me." Horatio was unimpressed, tossing some new clothes at him before resuming his work of relieving Harry of his clothes. It became more difficult for Harry to breathe. 'Merlin, Potter - stop falling to fucking pieces every time someone touches your skin!' But the tightness in his chest returned.

Horatio noticed this and suddenly backed off, waiting for Harry to calm down. He looked Harry over, walking around him and suddenly ripping off the white cloth. As Harry stood in the middle of the room, wearing only underwear and clutching his change of clothes to his chest, he knew the bright-eyed thief had seen his bruises. Glaring defiantly at him, Harry proceeded to put on his clothes, determined not to show Horatio he was shaking like a leaf.

"What caused the bruises?" The melodious voice wanted to know. Harry, now wearing the exact same outfit Lucas wore earlier, growled at the man.

"None of your business." Horatio nodded, then beckoned Harry to follow him. They hurried down a path towards a large tree, where a group of about ten men were standing. Leaving Harry next to the group, Horatio hurried forward and whispered something into Lucas's ear. The latter nodded, then glanced at Harry.

"Little raven, come to me. We will go first." Harry stayed where he was.

"I don't think so. Go where?" Lucas sighed with impatience, yanking Harry forward until he saw a rope ladder. Gnashing his teeth, Harry briefly thought about hexing the entire group, but knew he'd never manage all of them. So up he went, feeling Lucas's eyes on his back.

Once reaching the top, he was on a wooden plateau high up the tree. In front of him were rope bridges to other trees. Harry took a second to congratulate himself on his lack of acrophobia. Lucas came up behind him and Harry flinched again.

Worried eyes gazed into his own.

"Listen Raven, my brother told me about the bruises. Have you been…violated recently?" The tone was slightly hesitating, but otherwise impersonal. This made it easier for Harry to answer. Violated. Well, he supposed you could call it that.

He nodded his head, not looking at the older man. Shivering a bit when a hand was placed on his shoulder, his eyes widened slightly when Lucas squeezed it momentarily, then turned to the bridges.

"Follow them little raven. Wait for me at the end. Make no mistake, this WILL be discussed. But for now, be swift, and silent. If there are noises beneath you - do not look down! Hurry." There was a slight push and Harry found himself quickly walking across the first bridge. Each bridge ended on a plateau, where a new bridge started. Harry found that he soon got the hang of it.

They would talk about it? He didn't want to talk about it! He wanted to forget! How had Lucas and Horatio known what the bruises entailed? Why didn't Horatio think someone had beaten him up? Harry looked behind him but saw nothing. Several times he thought he heard something down below, but following Lucas's orders he never looked down. There was something about those violet eyes that he trusted. He bit his lip - he only hoped he wasn't wrong again.

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Draco was frantic with worry. It had been two hours and there was no sign of Harry. Frustrated, he turned to Cyrus.

"Where is he? We must find him - he could be hurt, or in danger or anything!!!" His voice rose several octaves. Cyrus appraised him for a moment.

"He didn't seem half as keen on you as you appear to be on him." The Mediterranean looking wizard remarked. Draco flushed guiltily.

"I made a mistake. Now, I'm paying for it." He figured this would suffice for the time being. They hurried on, arriving at a gate of a large city. Two guards stood in front of it, dressed in Grecian warrior mode, complete with swords and spears.

"Hail, wardens of the gate of Olympia." Cyrus saluted them.

"Hail strangers." The greeting was returned. Draco felt slightly uncomfortable as he was ushered in, walking through cobbled streets with beautiful temples in the distance. Cyrus led him through a maze of passages again, until he was in a large room, the size of three of the ballrooms of Malfoy Manor stuck together.

A pale old man with shrewd eyes sat next to a red headed youth, who was wearing a thin band of gold around his head, and clothed, not in togas as most around him, but an exquisite purple tunic with golden belt. A sword was slung around his waist and he was gesturing agitatedly.

"They're everywhere, Maximus! They are like ravens, stealing our bread and our money, hiding in that accursed forest. It will only be so long before they start on the temple - and then we will have the wrath of the Gods on our heads. Is that what you want? Because that's where it is heading! I thought you would…" He broke off as Cyrus appeared before him.

"Yes? What do you want?" Cyrus pulled Draco down in a bow and lowered his head. Draco scowled, and stood up. Draco Malfoy bowed to no one.

"My most noble lord, we have come to report a kidnapping of this fine man's friend, in the forests yonder."

The redhead finally turned fully to them, and Draco met eyes almost as green as Harry's own. The youth's dark red hair fell to his shoulders, but it was tangled and messy, due to the fact he kept running his hands through it.

"In the forests yonder, do you say?" Cyrus nodded, still keeping his head down respectfully. The youth hopped down and yanked the fat little wizard up.

"For Zeus sake man, get up. Stop being so horribly common, I can't understand a thing with your head lowered. Now," here he turned to Draco "tell me more about your friend."

Biting back a wince at the description of the relationship between himself and Harry, Draco told the redhead what had occurred. The youth nodded several times, seeming especially interested in the man who had carted Harry off.

"So you did not see anything of this man? Just that he lifted up your friend and disappeared? Curious…" Draco felt his patience slim considerably as he watched the boy pace. Finally he seemed to make up his mind and stepped back up to his throne.

"For several months now we have been plagued by a gang of thieves. They hide in the woods you have just come from, and are vicious and stealthy. They take what they can lay their hands on, aiming for my personal weapon or money houses. I have had to reinforce the amount of guards, not only for my own protection but also for the temples nearby, ones you have undoubtedly seen when walking towards here. One of those temples houses the great golden statue of our god Zeus. Even a leg or an arm of the solid gold statue would fetch an extraordinary amount on the black market. These thieves, blast them, are becoming increasingly more bold, and an attack on any of these temples is expected soon." He bit his lip angrily; a gesture so reminiscent of Harry that Draco had to swallow.

"However…they have never taken someone before. Are you sure your friend wasn't in league with them?" Draco bristled.

"He didn't exactly have a choice in going." Draco ground out, glaring at the youth as he did so. The boy held up his hands.

"I apologise but I must take all aspects into account. My name is Romulus - that is my uncle Maximus. I am the master of Olympia." He gazed at Draco expectantly whilst Cyrus sank into another bow.

The youth raised an eyebrow.

"Do you not bow to your superior, stranger?" Draco sneered at him.

"I don't like authority. Especially ones my own age." Cyrus gasped in shock and the older man in the corner growled in anger, but Romulus burst out laughing.

"Very well then, stranger. However, we are not here to trade words. Let me summon my guards and we shall comb the forest for your friend. Hopefully, we shall encounter some of those lurking bastards, and I can introduce them to my sword." Here, a strange gleam came into his eyes. Then he glanced at Draco.

"But, my friend - whilst I make preparations, let my uncle take you into my chambers for a change of clothes. Methinks that going through a forest cannot be easy in the garb you wearing now." Draco flushed as the boy grinned, and allowed himself to be lead out of the hall.

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Harry was out of breath as he finally slithered down the rope ladder he had discovered after the last bridge. He found himself in a clearing of moss, as tall trees clustered around him. Cocking his head and hearing nought, he fell down on the soft green plant and put his arms behind his head. Sunlight filtered through, and Harry thought how glad he was they weren't walking in a desert of any kind anymore. He closed his eyes.

For the first time in a while, he felt comfortable and safe. Then he thought of Malfoy and of Anthony. He thought of the way he was almost always harassed and for a moment he allowed himself to wallow in self-pity. The more time spent away from Draco, the more objectively he could look at the situation.

People had always felt the need to coddle him. Because he was so small, they undoubtedly thought that he couldn't take care of himself, that he needed their help. Everybody was also constantly touching him, and Harry, who had never had much physical affection as a child, was distinctly uncomfortable with it. It had taken a while for him to allow himself to be hugged by Ron and Hermione, but he was forever berating Seamus and Ginny for touching him.

Anger at Malfoy resurfaced, for making Harry fear affection once again. He didn't understand why…why had Draco done it? Why hadn't he stopped? Hadn't they just made a truce? Hadn't Draco told him about his family, and said he understood Harry had bad memories? Hadn't Draco been understanding about Anthony? It just didn't make sense…why hadn't he stopped? Why had he done it in the first place?

Tears of frustration leaked out of Harry's eyes. He just didn't understand. Draco had seemed genuinely sorry but why…Harry shivered. He was so confused. There were parts inside him that cried for Draco's blood; that wanted to mutilate and bruise the blond boy until he felt the pain that he had caused. But wasn't that normal? After all - hadn't Draco just betrayed Harry's trust?

Thinking back, he remembered the way Draco had wanted him to go to bed because he knew Harry needed the rest. Or the way Draco had dressed him when he couldn't put on his tunic correctly. Or the way he hadn't said anything about Anthony. Or how Draco had held him when he was asleep.

His eyes narrowed in anger. And then everything was spoilt because Malfoy decided he couldn't control his fucking libido. Harry almost hissed with malice. Didn't Malfoy deserve to be punished? But then - Harry deflated completely - hadn't Harry enjoyed it as well? What did that say about him?

Anthony had been sweet and caring, and Harry knew he would cherish that memory forever. But Harry also knew that he wasn't sweet anymore. There was something darker just below the surface and it pulsed like a living thing. Harry had enjoyed the roughness that Draco had used. He had liked it. Craved it. Wanted more of it.

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. So he liked it rough - that still didn't give Malfoy the right to…to start. To not stop - even after Harry had pleaded with him. And what the hell was up with that anyway? They were enemies for years and all of a sudden Malfoy wants to get into his…tunic. Harry grimaced at his horrible joke. What the hell had Malfoy been thinking?

'Maybe he wanted to channel the energy into something pleasurable instead of the fighting for once?' Harry snorted. Oh yes - their fighting had only been five years of foreplay, of course. Harry sighed and turned on his side. If nobody came soon, he would fall asleep here.

'So, Potter - what are you going to do about Malfoy?' What was he going to do indeed? In theory, it was very simple - he would hurt Draco, they would find the artefact, return home and never speak again. Simple, no? Harry growled.

Of course, that would mean that Malfoy would have to follow his plan - and since when did Draco do what Harry wanted. He scowled. How about never? And theory was so easy. Here, everything was so easy. Harry dreaded having to face the blond boy again, knowing that whether he was disgusted with him or not - he HAD enjoyed it, which was what made him loathe himself so much.

Did he fancy Draco? He repeated the sentence in his head. 'I fancy Draco.' There was a lot of anger and hurt attached but curiously no direct hatred. Hatred of the actions and the way Malfoy handled it, yes - but hatred for Draco himself…not directly. That was - unexpected.

'I fancy Draco Malfoy.' Ron was going to love this one. However, when he thought of Anthony, he always felt a smile tug at his face, a kind of wistful feeling in his stomach. Anthony was gone - he could romanticise the image in his head. Draco was still…here. Draco had flaws, fair enough…Draco…

Draco Malfoy assaulted and almost raped you. He did rape you. Ah yes - there was the catch. What kind of a person was he that he fancied his rapist? It was quiet and a sleepy feeling overcame Harry. Did he really fancy Draco? Why wasn't he more appalled at the idea?

He was hurt. Angry. Disgusted with himself for liking it. Disgusted with Draco for going too far. Angry with Draco for not stopping. Disgusted with himself for liking Draco even though he raped him. So...if Draco hadn't touched him, Harry would have been okay with liking Draco? Harry would have acknowledged it?

Acknowledge what? He wasn't acknowledging anything, merely getting his thoughts together.

"I fancy Draco Malfoy." There. He'd said it out loud. He didn't feel anything. Was he supposed to? Or was it enough knowing that he liked his blond tormentor? Maybe Harry just didn't feel things anymore. He tried it out again.

"I fancy Draco."

"Do you really? Horatio will be devastated." A smooth voice startled Harry, but Harry refrained from making a sudden movement. He merely turned towards Lucas, who regarded him with curious violet eyes.

"Who is this Draco of whom you speak?" Harry looked at Lucas, wondering why he felt so secure with the thief. Deciding he really didn't care anymore, Harry told Lucas everything.

After speaking for a good twenty minutes, Harry fell back into the moss, his throat parched.

"Raven. Harry. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever come across - and I have met many, many people in my twenty-five years. Fight me."

Harry looked at him stupidly. Fight him? How was he supposed to fight him? Why would he want to?

"You just listened to me bare my soul - I don't want to fight you." Lucas smiled and Harry felt all hot and bothered.

"But it would be an honour to fight you - and it would help you release a lot of what is beneath your skin…" Without warning, he hit Harry, and the boy flew backwards.

He felt dizzy, and his head was throbbing. Lucius was advancing on him again, and Harry struggled to his feet. Damn all these crazy characters - was nobody ever normal?? Lucas hit him again.

Harry saw stars. And planets. And he thought he could make out some constellations, but then Lucius grabbed his tunic and pinned the boy to a tree. This was dangerous; Harry's mind informed him. We don't like this position Harry. Harry struggled, and in a flash of inspiration, head butted Lucas. The man stumbled back in pain, and Harry pressed his advantage.

He lunged at the taller man, and punched him in his stomach, causing Lucas to fall to the ground, taking Harry with him. Before his eyes, Lucas suddenly morphed into Draco. Harry saw red.

"You bastard. You sleazy no good bastard. You thought it was a game? You could just…use me?" He spat at Draco's face in front of him, red tinting the edges of his eyes. Again and again he drove his fist into any part of Draco's body.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. What the fuck did you do to me? WHY CAN'T I STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU? Why did you do it? DID YOU GET A KICK OUT OF IT? Let's rape the poor orphan, he's too weak to do anything about it! Let's force ourselves onto Harry - he's my worst enemy, it'll be a great way to get him back!"

Harry spat the words out, even as hands came up to block his fists. Without anything to pound into Draco, he resigned himself to shouting alone.

"How dare you apologise afterwards? How dare you make me feel bad for something YOU did! How dare you say you're sorry?! I DON'T BUY ANYTHING FOR THAT! IT MEANS SHIT TO ME, YOU ASSHOLE! I HATE YOU - I WISH YOU'D JUST LEAVE ME ALONE."

Harry's vision cleared slightly. He shivered and began to cry.

"Just leave me alone. Don't make me feel these things. Don't make me cry, or hurt, or laugh or lo…It hurts. I don't want to feel these things. I don't want…I can't feel. It hurts. It hurts. I don't…I don't want I can't…I don't…"

There was no Draco there. Instead, Lucas's face looked back at him, betraying no emotion. Blood poured from his nose where Harry's head had connected, but otherwise, no bruises seemed to have formed.

Harry felt relieved but also ashamed that he had let himself get carried away so easily. He started to cry harder.

"Why am I always crying? I don't want to bloody cry all the time." Lucas cradled Harry to his chest.

"Crying is the body's way of healing, little raven. It is not a weakness, or pathetic. It takes a brave man to let his emotions show. Don't fear them Harry. People without emotion have no life. As long as you can feel - you know that you are breathing."

"I hate breathing. I hate living. I don't want to be alive…" Harry whimpered pressing himself against the broad chest.

"So do all who suffer from pain, Harry - some more than others. And raven child, it isn't fair, not in the least, but it is all you are given. One life on this earth. You have fought and suffered so much - shouldn't it be your turn to live now?"

"But what if I'm hurt again?" Harry whispered softly, turning his head and nudging Lucas's neck.

"Then you will cry, and shout and scream again. And you will survive. You're a survivor, little raven. That's what you do best."

Harry felt better. A lot better. He pressed his nose into the soft flesh of the other man. There was this undeniable urge to lick it. So he did.

Lucas gasped.

"What…what are you doing?" Harry didn't know - but it felt good. He licked the flesh again, watching as the man shivered. Then, he nipped his neck.

"Harry. Don't. You're playing with fire." Harry settled in his lap and faced Lucas.

"But I want to. I want you to help me get over it. I need to get over it. I need to survive. Isn't that what you just said?" He pouted in a way he knew Anthony had liked, and watched Lucius flush.

"You're too much, Raven. You were violated recently - doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Harry growled.

"Off course it does. I think I know more about it then you! But I refuse to live my whole life as a victim. Didn't you just say that? Or did you lie?" Harry squirmed on the other man's lap, watching in delight as Lucas stifled a moan.

"No-o, I didn't lie but…" Harry placed a hand on his face.

"Then help me? Heal me? I trust you. I trust you to stop when I say so. I trust you to listen to me. I know you want me. Everybody seems to want me." Here, he grinned, and kissed the older man.

After a few moments of complete rigidity, Lucas succumbed to Harry's insistent caresses and kissed him back.

'What the hell am I doing?' Harry wasn't sure. He just knew he needed to be touched. He needed to replace Draco's touch with somebody else's. Lucas stood up and pinned him against a tree.

Warning bells rang in Harry's head but he suppressed them. 'No - this, I want. I won't let Draco take this away from me as well.' He shivered as Lucas kissed his neck. What if he got flashbacks…what if Draco decided to haunt him even now?

No. He was a survivor. And right now - he was as horny as hell. And he was going to fucking get over this.

As Lucas's tongue sucked on the flesh between his shoulder blade and his neck, he mewled, letting eager hands roam the other man's chest.

Lucas shoved his body even closer to Harry's, and a jolt of pleasure shot through him. Excitedly, he ripped through the tunic, eager to see the smooth taut muscles. Lucas groaned, and rubbed himself against Harry incessantly.

Draco's face flashed before his eyes and Harry stopped - shocked. But then Lucas looked at him, with violet eyes, and it was okay again.

He guided Harry's hands down to his pants, and moaned as they struck gold.

"You little minx." He breathed, and Harry smiled sweetly. Lucas kissed him hungrily, slowly pressing himself against the boy. Harry drowned in the kiss, loving ever minute of it. See…this was good. This was great. He could get forget what happened.

Harry rubbed Lucas's arousal and the man groaned, thrusting his body into the smaller boy. Suddenly, Harry slid to his knees, fingers nimbly working on Lucas's belt. Violet eyes regarded him in wonder.

"What are you doing? You don't have to…"

"I know…but I want to." Lucas wanted to stop this boy. No…no he didn't. But he should stop this boy. This was…oh…

Harry saw the man's weeping erection and grinned. He was still fine. Still no flashbacks. Still good.

Then he leaned forward and placed a kiss on Lucas's shaft. The man groaned.

"Oh god…you…you can still stop...oh…oh…please don't stop…"

Harry opened his mouth, and felt the flesh slip through his lips. Relaxing his throat muscles, he started to suckle on the other man's cock, slipping a hand into his own pants, onto his own erection.

Lucas groaned as Harry's tongue worked miracles. His hands tangled up in Harry's hair and his eyes rolled back. In his own pants, Harry sped up, groaning softly around the Lucas's shaft, the sounds vibrating and making Lucas moan. He grabbed Harry's head a little tighter and started to thrust into Harry's hot mouth.

Harry was okay with this. As Lucius fucked his mouth, he concentrated on his own arousal, feeling he was close - and everything was still alright. Lucas thrust in more desperately.

"Oh god…so hot…so…oh godohgodohgod…harder…please…oh" Harry obligingly sucked harder, feeling Lucas literally shove himself into his mouth. Harry's hand worked on himself, and when he felt Lucas's balls tighten, he prepared himself and swallowed everything. Then he himself came and he screamed out in pleasure…then screamed in denial. Draco's face flashed in front of his and he could only helplessly think of Draco as his orgasm ripped through him…