Warning this chapter will contain a rape scene. If you do not feel comfortable reading it, please skip this chapter. If anyone feels the need to skip this chapter please let me know and I will include a recap with the next post.
Authors Note: This chapter is mostly a filler. Originally this chapter was part of the last chapter; however I try to keep each chapter 5-6 pages long so that people won't get bored with it. The following chapter will be much more eventful. Hermione and Draco may seem to be a little OOC in this chapter, but please understand that I was trying to make their primary focus Harry! And if anyone has ever had a friend be seriously hurt they can understand how focuses and attitudes will be put to the side. That said please try to enjoy this chapter and don't forget to R&R.
Harry lost his footing as Oliver dragged him up the stairs, paying no regard to Harry's full weight when he tripped.
"Why are you doing this baby? You know I love you, it was a mistake" Harry choked out as he began to cry.
Oliver wheeled around, almost sending the two of them down the stairs. Eyes burned with rage as he leaned in until he was looking Harry head on, "Prove it!"
Harry felt a chill run through him at the ice in Oliver's tone and the fire in his eyes. He couldn't hold back the sobs that choked at knowing that he had hurt his lover so.
Oliver returned to dragging Harry up the stairs, ignoring his protests, sobs and the tears staining his face. When Harry's weight became to much to drag Oliver hefted him up and carried him over his shoulder.
Oliver burst through Harry's bedroom door tearing it form one of the hinges. Harry was dropped on his bed as Oliver tore his clothes off. Harry looked on at his enraged lover, a man he'd never seen before.
"You're really scaring me Oliver please stop, I was just..." Harry begged through tears and snot.
Oliver leered in response.
Whack! Harry's booted foot connected with Oliver's bits. Oliver merely shook his head and smiled in response, overcome by rage. Harry shook with terror, tears falling down his face.
Oliver pounced on top of Harry and produced a wand, with a wave Oliver revealed Harry's trembling flesh. Catching a fistful of Harry's mussed hair Oliver pulled back violently, causing Harry to scream. Oliver covered Harry's mouth with his own and forced his tongue inside.
Harry bit down drawing blood; and was rewarded by a fist to the face, "You fucking bitch!"
Harry felt his glasses break, lenses sinking into the cheek Oliver's fist connected with.
"Spread your legs you stupid fuck!" Oliver commanded. Receiving no response from Harry, Oliver struck him again.
Harry began to cry openly. Oliver had only hit him once before this, but he deserved it. Harry remembered the day very well. Oliver had come to drop by for his birthday and was outraged to discover Harry had forgotten it. Harry had tried to explain he was busy with inventory and hadn't slept in days let alone looked at a calendar to see the date. Oliver didn't like excuses and promptly struck Harry.
Harry didn't remember that night for the slap to his face. No. Harry remembered that night because it was the first time Oliver said 'I love you'; right after his apology. Harry had waited so long to hear him say that, that he was willing to forgive him for any wrong doing.
That's all Harry had ever wanted was love, that's what he'd dreamed about when he was locked in the cupboard under the stairs, love. No matter what Oliver did it was OK, Oliver loved him that was all that mattered, that was all that Harry needed.
Oliver forced Harry's legs apart and positioned himself between them, twisted smile still intact as blood trickled from his busted lip. Harry moved to throw Oliver off of him...
"Incarcerous!"
...At Oliver's word invisible bonds restrained Harry locking his arms above his head. Harry pulled at the bonds. Oliver laughed at his futile attempts.
Oliver pushed forward into Harry, fighting past the resistance of his un-lubed hole. Harry screamed at the pain of being ripped into. Oliver continued to move forward until he was completely sheathed by Harry.
"I told you baby, you're mine," Oliver cooed in Harry's ear, as he began to pump in and out of Harry.
The blood eased the friction but the torn muscle felt like liquid fire as Oliver continued to pump into Harry.
"Please stop," Harry whispered through gritted teeth, his body shaking with pain.
Oliver began to pump harder, "Not until you say it...say you're mine."
"I'm yours, you know that," Harry cried out.
Oliver began to pump harder, ramming his body forcefully into Harry's. Harry screamed as he felt something within him tear from the force.
"That's right baby...you're mine," Oliver said smiling sickly down at Harry.
Harry felt a cold sweat break out over his skin as his ears started to ring. A blanket of numbness settled over Harry, and he realised what was happening, he was going into shock.
Harry looked up at Oliver's twisted face one last time before he blacked out.
*
When Draco woke up he felt like he had a house dropped on him, then he remembered the kick.
"Fucker," he wheezed as he got to his feet.
Draco's mind felt fuzzy as he tried to remember all of what had happened the night before, but the strain caused his head to throb. Harry. He needed to find Harry.
Draco slowly moved across the floor, each movement consuming more and more energy. By the time Draco reached the stairs he was forced to crawl, as he struggled to meet the oxygen demands of his brain. When Draco finally reached the landing that lead to Harry's room he felt like he might die from the burning in his lungs.
Draco pulled himself up the door frame outside of Harry's room and listened. Nothing. Draco slowly cracked the door, and stuck his head in. A small whimpering noise brushed his ears; Harry was crying.
Harry lay curled in a fetal position, covers tangled around his pale drawn form. Moonlight filtering through the window behind the bed made Harry appear to be made of paper, thin and pale; with an aura of fragility. Draco's heart broke.
Draco crawled across the room and pulled himself up on to the bed in front of Harry. Wounded green eyes met Draco, as Harry tiredly brought his head up.
"He loves me. This is my fault. I should have been faithful."
Draco drew in a shuddering breath, and choked back a sob. Was Harry serious?
Harry closed his eyes, forcing tears to flow over his nose in the process, "I deserve this."
The fragments left in Draco's chest were powdered at the sight before him. Slowly Draco pulled himself all the way onto the bed, and curled up behind Harry.
Harry didn't stir.
Carefully Draco placed his arm around Harry and pulled him closer. The movement reminded Draco how wounded he himself was, yet he fought through the pain; Harry was worth it. Draco placed a soft kiss on the nape of Harry's neck, as he began to softly snore.
"What has he done to you pet?" Draco whispered against the skin before falling into a peaceful comforting dream.
*
Draco awoke to the sound of Harry's screams!
"FUCK! MAKE IT STOP! IT HURTS!" Harry thrashed violently with each expletive.
Draco pulled himself up too quickly and let out a string of curses as his chest throbbed painfully. Once he'd managed to compose himself Draco was at Harry's side in a flash. Draco pulled one of Harry's hands into his own and tried to claim his attention.
"Harry. You have to tell me what hurts. What's hurting you?" Draco passed a hand through Harry's sweat slicked hair and quickly wiped away the grimy mess with a turned up nose.
Harry violently ripped away the covers from his torso, revealing his naked form, as he pointed to his gut.
Draco's eyes widened, not at Harry's naked form, but at the dried blood between his legs and on the sheets. The red mess was smeared down his thighs and had turned the majority of the white sheets a faded pink colour, save for the area below Harry's bum which was a deep reddish brown. Realisation hit Draco. Harry was raped.
Draco felt a heated fury colour his face.
"Harry," Draco captured Harry's hand again, "I'm going to go get someone to help, do you want me to put you in a bath before I do?"
Harry shook his head in response.
"OK," Draco reluctantly pulled himself away form Harry and went down stairs.
Draco's mind raced. How the hell do I get someone here? Where would Harry keep his contact book? Should I make a try of it? Oh Merlin help me!
And as if on cue a brilliant idea struck Draco, as he dashed for the phone in the kitchen. Draco pressed the redial button and held his breath as it rang, hoping that Ron wasn't the last person Harry spoke to.
"It's about time you called to apologise Harry, Ron's been in a right state..."
Draco cut her off with his urgent response "Hermione listen this is Draco I need you—ugh--Harry needs you...something terrible has happened."
"Draco?" Hermione repeated.
Draco's delicate temper flared, "Yes, I believe I said that. What you need to be inquiring about is Harry's well being. Now are you daft of deaf, I need you here!"
"Draco, I have no problem hanging up this phone if you refuse to be civil."
Draco gritted his teeth in irritation; bossy know-it-all, "I'll attempt it."
"Right now what's so important that you had to call me?"
"It's Harry...he...he..."
"Oh do spit it out Draco," Hermione chirped, annoyance evident in her tone.
"Harry was raped!"
there was a click as Hermione hung up the phone.
"That stupid bint! What a fucki--"
There was was a delicate popping noise, "Hope you're not talking about me?!"
Draco turned to find Hermione standing in Harry's den. There was a brief pause before Draco ran and embraced the stunned witch in a tight hug. Draco winced at the pain in his chest.
"Thank Merlin, I don't know what the fuck to do. Please help him," Draco exclaimed before tears streaked down his cheeks.
Hermione's shock passed quickly as she pulled a crying Draco from her shoulder, tactfully hiding her disgust and bemusement, "Where is he?"
"In his room."
Hermione grabbed Draco's wrist and dashed quickly up the stairs to Harry's room. Draco wiped his eyes an prepared himself, for the sight of Harry's molested form.
Harry was still writhing on the bed, uncovered, when they both entered the room. Hermione was forced to cover her mouth to suppress a scream at the sight of Harry.
"Oh Merlin!"
Hermione turned to Draco only to scream, when she saw his full form.
"You slept with him again?"
Draco stared at her blankly, as she moved to Harry's side.
"There's blood all over your legs," Hermione whispered pointing to Draco's tainted legs in horror.
Draco looked down at his legs and turned up a disgusted face as he brushed at the dried blood, "That's not important right now, Harry is."
"Hermione?" Harry whimpered opening his eyes as she placed a hand on his head, "Help me!"
Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, in an attempt to soothe him.
"We need to get him to St. Mungos!"
Draco moved beside Hermione and took Harry's hand, "That's why I called. I can't leave the house with the bounty on me, but I had to do something."
Harry rolled, making a guttural noise.
Hermione looked between her wounded friend and Draco, "You...care for him don't you?"
"More than you know," was Draco's answer as he looked on at Harry.
Hermione drew her wand and took hold of Harry, "I'll send someone to stay with you; and I'll try to keep you posted." Hermione gave Draco a small smile as she disappeared with Harry, leaving Draco alone to wonder why the hell she was smiling.