Your Eyes…
((Sorry this is so late, college has been kicking some major ass in my world, and that major ass would be attached to my back side. A special thanks to my anonomus reviewers! All reviews make me happy! Also, I'm gonna drop a rape and other pairing warning in here. Well, have fun! I'll see you at the bottom! [that is most totally what she said!]))
"I suppose they aren't nearly as bad as they could be." Draco said amiably as Harry returned to the room. Harry nodded, his face still slightly flushed at Hermione's revelation. Did that mean… could his first dream have been true after all? He avoided Draco's eyes and sat down at the table, now with lunch for two.
"Do you suppose this comes from the kitchen directly or is it house elf magic like in the kitchen?" Draco asked, picking at the food on his plate. Harry gave a slight shrug and sipped at his pumpkin juice, eyes still on his plate.
"I suppose a walk outside would be good right about now." Draco said in the same voice he had mentioned the other things in. Harry started to nod before his face shot up.
"You can't go out." He said, looking confused.
"Ah, he does speak, I thought for a moment the Weasley had cast a tongue tying jinx on you." Harry blushed slightly and watched as Draco's face gave a flash of emotion before settling back into his normal mask. "Is something the matter?"
"Ah- No… Just have to leave soon after this. Meeting Smith early in the—"
"Smith?" Draco interrupted with a slight edge to his voice. "Zacharias Smith?"
"Yes." Harry said absently and then color fled his cheeks as Draco stood towering over the table.
"Zacharias Smith, heir of Hufflepuff Smith?" Draco asked, and Harry felt his mind scrambling for explanations. "Zacharias Smith of Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff the house I told you not to associate with? That Smith?"
Harry gave a week nod and watched as Draco's face contorted with something between disgust and rage.
"You aren't going." Draco said as his face paled and he sat back down calmly.
"You don't understand, he's harmless I've been teac—"
"No, you don't understand. You. Are. Not. Going." Draco said, his voice calm as an iced over lake, though Harry could tell that it was a thin ice.
"You can't tell me what to do Malfoy. You never even gave me an explanation as to why I couldn't associate with Hufflepuffs! Besides! Smith is harmless!" Harry yelled, feeling his own rage start to build. He had been told what to do all of his life, and now Malfoy was going to add to it?
"You won't go. That's final." Malfoy said firmly. "I'm telling you as a friend, do not go."
Harry snarled, the boy was trying to manipulate the bond. Well, that most certainly wasn't going to happen. With a growl he threw himself away from the table.
"To bad for you Malfoy, I don't always listen to my friends." Harry snarled as he stormed out of the portrait, slamming it behind him. He tried to collect himself on the other side, catching his breath and calming his face, but it didn't work. He was sure he could hear Malfoy pounding on the portrait, which only stood to infuriate him more.
For a moment, he contemplated going to join Hermione and Ron in the Great Hall, but he decided against it, instead stalking off to the Room of Requirements. He needed to blow off steam, and maybe a little target practice would help. His mind spinning he didn't even realize the door was already there when he slammed it open.
"Harry?" A small, nearly frightened voice asked. Harry blinked back the anger from his face in time to recognize Smith. He felt his face break into an eager smile. He'd show Malfoy.
"Sorry, bad day." Harry muttered and threw himself on a couch that was in the room. "Been practicing?"
"Something like that." Smith said, sitting next to Harry. He picked up Harry's hand and held it between his own. "Wanna talk about it?"
"I just got in a fight with a friend is all." Harry sighed. He had the feint urge in the back of his mind to pull his hand away from Smith, but it didn't seem all that important really. Let the boy do what he wanted, he was harmless enough.
"I'm sorry Harry." Smith murmured, and pulled something out of his pocket. "Chocolate frog?"
"Sure." Harry smiled, looking at the frog and wondering why it was unwrapped. Would it still hop? It didn't, and as he put it in his mouth he smiled slightly. Being around Smith was relaxing…
"Why don't I give you a back rub?" Smith offered, his voice lower now and another warning bell went off in Harry's head, but once more it was drowned out by the constant wash of 'Harmless, utterly harmless' that was rolling through his head now. And a back rub would be nice, he was awfully tense from the fight with Draco. "Take off your shirt."
Harry did as he was commanded, lying out on the couch and smiling softly as Smith sat on his back. His hands felt awfully good, so warm and soft, and maybe just a little clammy, but that was ok too.
"I've been working a long time at this Harry." Smith said softly, rolling his hands up and down the muscles of his back. "You wouldn't notice of course. Everyone's always brushing you in the hall, trying to touch the chosen one."
"Mmm… Don't call me that." Harry murmured, his eyes closed.
"The savior." Harry felt a twinge of annoyance, but once more it was washed away by the thoughts of harmless. "Of course you wouldn't notice that I'd brushed your robes or hand every day this last month. It wasn't hard, you're so very open. And when I couldn't get to you directly, I could brush things you would touch. It was convenient how well you followed a pattern.
"When you started to pull back from the rest of the class though, I got nervous. I couldn't have you going into complete seclusion to finish your animangus training. The poison would wear off if it wasn't applied every day. I knew I had to hurry up. It was careless of me, but I don't think anyone will really suspect me. Especially not if I have your love marks up and down my neck and chest."
"Hm?" Harry asked, his eyes closed.
"Oh, don't worry Harry, I'll make sure you enjoy it too. As much as this is an assignment, I would hate to not get anything out of it." Smith murmured. Harry felt his skin tingle as hot breath brushed his bare back and he whimpered, shifting his hips a bit. With a gasp he realized that Smith was fully erect and starting to grind into his ass. When had that happened? He wasn't sure he was alright with it, after all, he hardly knew Smith, where was this going? But then, Smith was harmless after all. "Mmm, or maybe I'll take you hard, it's not like you'll be able to tell anyone. Between the poison on my hands and the chocolate frog you ate you'll be dead inside a few hours."
Harry felt his heart beat pick up. Dead? Smith was going to kill him? But he was harmless… it must have been a joke.
"I've been worried though, the amount of poison I've been putting on you might have attracted attention. Of course, if suspicion turns to me I'll be long gone before anyone can take me to Azkaban." He heard the man above him moan, and there was a rustling of clothing. Something soft dropped by his arm and then the pressure of Smith on his back was lessened. "Roll over Harry, I want to see what the poison does, will it affect you to the point that you won't fear me taking you? Mmm, raping the savior, I wish I could tell people about that, but if all goes well, someday I'll be able to."
Harry's eyes were slightly unfocused and it took him a few moments to realize that Smith was undressing him. He whimpered, he didn't want to do this and the joke was going too far. Even if Smith was harmless, he didn't want this.
He felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles and vaguely saw a greedy look on Smith's face, then it turned to disgust.
"What's the matter Potter? Aren't I handsome enough for you? Can't even get it up?" He heard the boy snarl and a hard hand closed around his limp member. He whimpered again, it hurt and he wanted to say so, but he couldn't get his lips to move… they felt so numb… "Maybe you just need more… stimulation."
Harry closed his eyes, that much he could do, as he felt Smith pull away. He didn't want to know what was going on, but Smith was harmless… But he didn't want to be raped… This was all a joke, it had to be. He felt something press against his ass and he tried to shift away from it, but his body felt week.
"Nnn… Yes, that's perfect." Smith moaned softly, and Harry winced as he felt something hard press more firmly against him. "God you're tight. I imagine you would be. The savoir would never let anyone fuck him. No, too good for that right? Too good to be fucked in the ass like a wanton whore. Beg for me to fuck you Harry. I want you to push up against me, take me inside of you."
A jolt of pure horror shot through Harry as he felt his numb lips open and his body respond.
"P-Please… Fuck me. I want you Smith…" He felt himself turn over, wag his ass in the air like a dog in heat. "T-touch me, f-fuck me, I need you. Take me as hard as you want."
"Merlin that's hot." Smith said and his voice was soft but there was a rasp to it, a nearly mad rasp. Oh Merlin, Smith wasn't harmless. Adrenalin shot through Harry's body, waking his mind up for a few moments. He didn't want this, he didn't, but he couldn't move. It was like being under Imperious, but he couldn't fight it off. "Suck me off like the dog you are."
Harry felt his head bob as he turned back, opening his mouth and licking Smith's shaft like an ice-cream cone. He hated it, he didn't want to do this, then the boy thrust into his mouth, pushing Harry's head down so that he was gagging.
"Don't you dare bite me or spit me out." Smith said hoarsely, and Harry choked around the man, feeling his hair being tugged out by the roots as Smith fucked his throat violently. He couldn't breath and his jaw and throat hurt. He didn't want this, he didn't want this at all. He didn't want Smith, he wanted Draco.
"Stop." Smith gasped finally and pushed Harry back onto the couch. "Get back in position."
Harry did as he was told but he watched as Smith dried himself off on a part of his robe.
"You thought I'd let you get any comfort from this? You're a moron." Smith smirked and pressed up hard against Harry's ass. "Fuck you're tight, don't know if I can fit in…"
He felt tears at the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't cry, he was a wanton whore, he had to press back against Smith, had to keep begging.
"Take me. Please take me." His voice was horse with disgust and anguish, but he felt Smith twitch and heard him moan. He closed his eyes as the man pulled back, most likely to thrust in harshly at once. He didn't want this, but he couldn't move, couldn't summon his wand, couldn't do anything.
No, he could think, think of something different, move his mind from here. His mind shot out to the nearest comforting thought, Draco pressed into his chest, murmuring soft words. That's what he wanted most. Draco. He needed Draco.
He almost didn't hear the pop, the gasp, the fumbling. His eyes looked up and caught a pair of startled grey eyes. He knew his face was filled with anguish, even if he couldn't help but push back into the air where Smith had been, he felt the wetness in the corner of his eyes.
"Incarcerous!" He heard screamed angrily. His body was still shifting of its own accord, back and forth into the air, and he heard himself begging filthy things.
"Malfoy! You're suppose to be dead!" Was screamed from behind him, curses were screamed, but only in that stony voice he enjoyed.
"I'm going to ask you once. What did you do to him?" Draco's voice was soft, deadly, like a knife pressed to the front of a throat.
"Why would I tell you? By the time you figure it out he'll be dead!" Smith laughed and Harry nearly let one of the tears from his eyes slip. A curse he didn't hear right, or know was uttered and he heard Smith start screaming in agony. "Haud imperium!"
"What else?" Draco's cold voice was the only sound in the room now, besides Harry's constant whining and begging.
"S-siccus cruor!" Smith snarled. "I'll have you tried in Azkaban for using that curse!"
Harry felt a cold hand on his back, and his body moved into it, whimpering, begging to be fucked still.
"Shh, alright we need to get you to Pomfrey, so I need you to stop acting like this and put some clothes on." Harry gasped as his body fell flat on the couch and then his arms started reaching blindly for clothing. "You're clothes, Harry I need you to be yourself."
A bit of a surge of consciousness burst into his mind and Harry felt the tears fall down his face freely. He continued to get dressed and let Malfoy help him to his feet. A gentle hand rubbed his back and soft words were being whispered in his ear. He felt himself being led into a door that took them to their suite, and then they were moving towards the portrait.
"C-can't go out! Y-ou c-can't g-go." He stuttered in fear, gripping Draco's shirt fiercly.
"Shh… It's ok, it leads to Pomfrey for me." Draco reassured him, opening the door into the back of the hospital wing.
"Mr. Malfoy I told you last time that you aren't to visit without sending a note ahead, what if someone were to- Oh, put him on the bed right there. What's wrong with him?"
"Smith poisoned him. Siccus cruor and Haud imperium potions, Merlin I don't know what reaction they'll have on each other." Draco said gently rubbing Harry's hand.
"Mr. Malfoy, I must insist you stop touching Mr. Potter then. Haud Imperium sets in through the skin." Madam Pomfrey said sternly. But Draco's face was fierce as he looked up at the medi-witch.
"You have to make Harry an antidote anyway." Was his snarled answer. Pomfrey opened her mouth and then closed it again, hurrying off. She returned a moment later with a potion.
"Blood-Replenishing potion. Have him take it now and then we'll start cleaning out his system of the other two potions. I won't be able to get an antidote for Haud Imperium very quickly, but we can counteract the Siccus crour with exchanging his blood." She explained, handing Draco the potion. Draco nodded and pressed a soft, cold finger to Harry's lips.
"Harry? You can take this if you want it." He murmured. It wasn't an order, and yet Harry opened his mouth willingly, his jaw screaming protest but allowing him to swallow it down.
"You're going to have to continue giving him those while I start cleaning out his blood. I'll bring you the supply."
Harry's eyes focused on the grey orbs above him as Draco nodded, but didn't look away from him. He felt his heart give a soft flutter and then massive pain started throughout his chest. He whimpered, grabbing at his heart and gasping.
"He's going into arrest!" Draco yelled and Pomfrey was back within a set of potions, pouring them down Harry's throat in quick succession. He didn't know what else happened though, as his world started to go black. His last vision was that of a pair of grey eyes shining anxiously down on him.
((Whoooo! That was fun to write! Ok submitting ideas for stories with reviews is still open! Also if you're reading Soul Searching as well it won't be updated until tomorrow. Haven't gotten to write much on it. See aforementioned ass kicking. Hope to hear from you all soon!))