This is the side story of Bonded One. There will be spoilers!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or make any money from this.
Warning: *rape* in this chapter. I've marked it, so you can skip it, but there're some future references!

House of Cards

The first time Draco cornered him it made him tremble in fear. "Longbottom," was the only thing the blond said with accusation colouring his voice. He knew he was in trouble, a lot of trouble.

'Why did I had to go to the Room of Requirement?' Neville was mentally hitting his head against the wall, while his blue eyes were staring intensely at the floor. 'Oh, yeah I was curious if it was still there. Well, you saw Malfoy exit it, so it is! You should have left!' he glared at the tile he had been staring at. Why hadn't he left when he still had the change? No, he had been too curious as to why Malfoy had been in the room. Stupid curiosity.

"Will you stop pulling stupid faces at the floor and listen to me!" Draco's voice bellowed a stop to his mental conflict, and a hand roughly pulled his chin upwards. His heart jumped as he stared straight into the greyish eyes of his offender. The blond stood much closer than before with his other hand resting against the wall next to Neville's head. He was caught, and he knew it. Having the decency to blush the Gryffindor lowered his eyes as much as possible, but sadly enough they could only reach to the other's lips which wasn't a lot of help.

"What are you doing here?! Answer me, you bloody Gryffindor!" Malfoy screamed. A little bit of spit escaped his mouth and landed on his prey.

"I…" Nothing else left Neville's lips as he started to shiver. He could feel his cheeks colour even more with embarrassment.

"Useless…" The blond huffed as his chin was released, and the hand balled itself before punching the wall next to him. Now his head was caught between Malfoy's arms, and he forced himself to look up at him.

"I'm not useless!" he peeped, and a raised eyebrow was the only movement in the face before him.

"Don't kid yourself, Longbottom. You're useless, and always will be," Draco spat at him while a smirk formed itself on his lips.

"No, I'm not!" Neville straightened himself a little. The action brought him closer to the Slytherin, who narrowed his eyes as his smirk disappeared.

"Know your place, Longbottom! Or should I remember you?" Shrinking back against the wall the shy boy lost his courage. "Better." The smirk returned with a vengeance. Without another word, he moved away from the quivering Gryffindor and stalked away only stopping when there was ten meters, give or take between them. He turned around in one swift movement and yelled an Expelliarmus at the poor boy, who had only just dared to move again. Feeling the hex hit him, Neville flew backwards hitting his head hard against the wall behind him. Dropping his head into his hands, the dark blond hoped to ease the splitting pain raging through it. Vaguely, he could hear the blond's snickering.

-DNDN-

The second time he stood face to face with the blond pureblood, Malfoy had brought his cronies with him. "Goyle and Crabbe need a little practice." Draco was wearing a false smile as he pushed Neville further into the dark corridor. The first curse hit him in the chest making him fly into the air. Once in the air, the next one hit him forcing him brutally to the ground. Panting heavily, he felt a hand pull on his hair and raise his head. "Now, let's go to our classroom." Draco said sweetly before wiping a drop of blood from the corner of his prey's mouth. "We don't want to spill pure blood, now do we?" he asked while liking up the drop. Disgusted, Neville turned his eyes away from the sight, making the blond laugh aloud. Two pair of hands pulled him up as Malfoy removed his. He got carried into an empty dungeon and dropped on the cold stones.

"Go ahead." Draco gave his permission before the rain of curses started. Having lost count of how many hexes had hit him Neville just let the pain reap through his body but never opening his lips to let one scream pass. He could only be glad they were using the most innocent ones, and not the ones who could rip him apart. The speed the curses were being thrown at him slowed down until it stopped. Silently praying, Neville hoped they were done. The wounds that adores his body now could still be healed in secrecy. Nobody needed to know about his humiliation.

"Why are you two stopping?!" Draco's voice broke his hope before the next curse hit him. Immediately he felt the difference, the pain was a hundred times worst. He could actually feel the skin of his stomach burst open, and blood seeping into his cloths and robe. For the first time he could hear himself scream in agony. The moment the spell released him his body collapsed on the floor. His breath slowed down as his hand got drenched in something liquid. He knew it could only be his blood. Then Draco hung above him while waving his wand above his stomach. For a moment, he thought he recognised worry and fear in the greyish eyes.

-DNDN-

"Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur, Vulnera Sanentur," Draco repeated as he saw Longbottom's blue eyes close. He demanded his trembling fingers to move as fluently as he could. His heart jumped when he noticed the blood started to retreat into the body. Once certain the Gryffindor's wounds were healed, he turned towards his two minions.

"Didn't I tell you to only use school approved hexes!" he billowed at them and watched with narrowed eyes how the two shrunk a little in on themselves. "Get out and make sure nobody comes close to this dungeon!" he ordered them before turning back to the unconscious boy. Neville looked pale but alive. He forced him conscious and looked into the unfocused blue eyes. "Tell anyone, and this will only have been foreplay," he hissed threatening, and grabbed to boy's robe in the front when he didn't get a reaction. He pulled the pale face towards his own before releasing him absurdly. The back of Neville's head hit the ground again, and the blue eyes fell close again. Realising, the Gryffindor was unconscious again Draco stood up. He had warned him, and if he didn't listen… Well, he could always use him as practice for Dumbledore. Remembering his task made the despair return to his heart, and angry he kicked the unconscious body. The Gryffindor's punishment had been the only thing that had made him forget everything for a moment. Angry, he twirled around, and strode away with his robe swaying behind him.

-DNDN-

Letting his hand touch his stomach, Neville only opened his eyes when he didn't feel the liquid feeling of his blood. A little surprised, he sat up straight to check it with his own eyes. Not a trace of blood to see. Letting out a sigh of relief he remembered Malfoy hanging over him. "Probably saved me to save his own ass," he mumbled but a part of him couldn't help but be grateful. He had expected the Slytherin to leave him to die. "No, if it wasn't for him this wouldn't even have happened!" Neville ordered himself, before he tried to get on his feet. His entire body hurt but at least it was bearable pain.

Walking towards the door he noted a little sway in his step. Someone would definitely wonder what had happened to him. Sighing, he ignored the sensible part of his brain that told him to go to the hospital wing. He couldn't possible do that, what would he tell Madam Pomfrey? No, he'll wobble to the Gryffindor's Tower, and crawl in bed. Somehow, he made his way out of the dungeons, and stared shocked out of the window. It was already dark outside.

'How long have I been out?' he wondered and tried to listen to any noise the students could be making, but nothing met his ears. Worrying, he hobbled further until he saw the light of a lantern.

"Neville!" Hermione yelled when he came into her view.

"Where have you been?!" Ron yelled from beside her. He could see the worry in both his friends' eyes when they stood before him.

"I…" 'What to tell?' he couldn't tell them the truth; he would die of embarrassment. "…fell down some stairs in the dungeons." That sounded like him, didn't it? Hermione clearly didn't believe him.

"Wouldn't someone have found you by now?" she asked accusing Neville pained his brain.

"I woke up in one of the unused dungeons..." he tried.

"He probably tried to get help himself before losing conscious." Ron nodded. Hermione clearly still had her doubts but didn't press it.

"Let's get you to the hospital wing. We also need to tell the others that you've been found." She moved next to him.

"Others?"

"All Professors and Prefects have been sent out to find you," Ron informed him as he took his place on Neville's other side. Embarrassment took hold of the shy boy as he took a step forward. The two Prefects walked slowly letting their friend wobble in between them, helping him when needed.

"Mr. Longbottom, where have you been?!" Professor McGonagall rushed towards the three when they reached the corridor that leaded to the Great Hall.

"He fell down some stairs in the dungeons, and walked into an unused classroom before collapsing," Hermione informed her.

"Oh, dear, we need to get you to the hospital wing. You look really pale." The older woman moved Ron backwards before wrapping her arm around her wounded student's shoulders. With the two Gryffindor's Prefects behind them they walked or wobbled towards the hospital wing meeting Professor Snape on the way.

"Mr. Longbottom has been found," he snorted, and the Head of Gryffindor nodded. "I'll inform the Headmaster," the potion master continued before striding off.

Madam Pomfrey had been waiting for Neville and rushed him into the bed she had prepared. Immediately, she started casting spell after spell and frowned when she scanned his stomach. He was certain she could sense the remains of the Draco's spell, but she didn't say anything and continued.

"A sprain in your leg and a mild concussion, you've been lucky, my dear," Madam Pomfrey announced when she was done and retreated to a cabinet in the back. She came back with a couple of potions and gave them to him. Without a word Neville emptied them in his mouth and gave the empty vials back. "You can return to your dorm and are excused from your morning classes." Neville nodded and started getting up from the bed. "Take this before you go to sleep." Madam Pomfrey handed him a last potion which he recognized as a sleeping draught.

"Now go, my dears, you all need sleep. Can I have a word, Minerva?" she ushered the three out of her domain. Neville glanced backwards as the door closed behind Hermione, Ron and him and knew Madam Pomfrey was going to inform Professor McGonagall of the remains of Draco's spell. He let Ron ramble on how he should be more careful as they made their way to the Gryffindor Tower. Once inside the common room Harry and Ginny rushed towards them.

"Are you all right, Neville?" the reddish haired girl asked concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine," he smiled politely at her.

"What happened?" Harry asked on his turn.

"An accident in the dungeons," he apologised feeling sorry for worrying him and the others. After he reassured everyone that he was all right, he went up to his dorm, where he had to assure Dean and Seamus of the same before taking the sleeping draught. He fell asleep almost immediately.

-DNDN-

Walking into his first afternoon class with the Golden Trio, Neville tried to avoid Draco's piercing eyes with success. Professor Slughorn quickly explained what they would be making today before setting them to work. Standing at his familiar place Neville started to follow the instructions in his book. Whenever he got stuck, he glanced at Harry, who had become the star of Potions this year and like always his black-haired friend noted his distress. A quick look at what stage he was, Harry helped him without any complaints: "Add five instead of three." With the two extra ingredients his potion got the prescribed colour and he gave Harry a thankful smile. The rest of the class passed like that until suddenly something hit him in the forehead. Stepping backwards he rubbed his abused skin.

"Are you all right there, mate?" Ron asked. Neville wanted to nod, when suddenly a blond appeared before the Weasley.

"That would be mine," Malfoy announced proudly while he picked up whatever it was that had attacked the shy Gryffindor. Greyish eyes never left blue ones and sent a clear warning. Swallowing down the fear that suddenly surfaced, Neville nodded once. With that the Slytherin strode back to his own table.

"Just ignore him!" Ron told him and Harry clearly agreed with his best friend while Hermione gave him a worried glance before returning to her cauldron.

-DNDN-

Draco's eyes kept wandering off towards the shy Gryffindor who was again getting help from the Golden Boy. Anger flared through him; he couldn't help it. If his toy got to close to that bloody Potter his secret could be found out and he wasn't ready to give up Longbottom. Adding the bean - that had collided with Neville's forehead - to his cauldron, he stirred it until it had dissolved into the liquid. When his potion was done, he bottled it and gave it to Professor Slughorn before exiting the dungeon. Only Granger and Potter had left before him. Once the door closed behind him, he stepped sideways and leaned against the stones next to it. He had noted Longbottom was almost done - probably because of Potter's help – and knew it was the only opportunity he would get, to get the boy alone. He knew with what had happened yesterday, the Golden Trio would be sticking to him like glue to make sure he survived today. Like expected the door opened again and Longbottom stepped into the corridor. The good naive Gryffindor didn't notice him until it was too late. He pushed the scared boy into the empty classroom next door.

"W-what do you want?!" he squeaked his Gryffindor's courage. Too bad he could never keep it up.

"What do you think, Longbottom? I'm here to inspect my work," he announced while pushing the boy backwards against a table. Neville leaned as backwards as his spine allowed him, but it wasn't enough. Rudely, Draco ripped his robe open and raised his sweater together with his shirt. With a cold hand he touched the place that had been split open by Goyle's curse yesterday. He made an approving sound in the back of his throat. He had done good work, ignoring the part of him that was surprised the chubby Gryffindor's stomach wasn't that bad, it was more muscled than he thought.

Curiosity got the better of him and he raised the sweater and the shirt even more. A nipple came into view and stiffened immediately meeting the cold air. He let his fingers slip over it before pressing his prey's legs open with his own. This way he enabled the shy boy's movement and escape. A second nipple came in the open as the sweater and the shirt got pulled over Longbottom's head hiding it from view. The two hands found themselves on their according nipple and started playing with it. Getting lost in the sensations he was feeling Draco's mouth suddenly latched itself on one of them. He bit in it hearing a yelp leave the muffled mouth above him. Sucking at it as soothing measure his eyes slight upwards and in one swift movement the clothes released the mouth they were hiding. His lips pressed down on the ones of the body beneath him. His mind couldn't register who it was anymore. Only those lips and nipples were important. He tried to slip between the already bruised lips, but they stubbornly refused. Eventually his lungs demanded air and he released them.

With dazed eyes he looked at the redness of the mouth and felt lust crawl downwards. His hand already started to move towards the belt of the body beneath him. His actions unexpectedly halted when the rest of the face came into his view. It took him a minute to realise the tear-stained eyes where the blue ones of one Neville Longbottom. Releasing the Gryffindor like he was holding fire, he leapt backwards and watched how the boy quickly pushed down his sweater and his shirt, before darting past him out of the dungeon. Disgust crept through his body and he felt like puking. What the hell had he been thinking!

-DNDN-

Sniffing Neville ran towards the boy's bathroom and hid in a boot. His nipples hurt every time they brushed with the fabric of his shirt and he felt himself starting to hyperventilate. When he finally calmed down, he slowly touched the painful buds and whined. Eventually, he had to leave the boot and washed his hands while staring at his reflection. His lips looked a little red.

'I can always say I bit them a little too hard during potions from the stress,' he made up an excuse and splashed some water on his face. Deciding he couldn't do much more too better his appearance he left the bathroom and made his way towards his second and last class of the day.

-DNDN-

Draco was losing it. That bloody Dark Lord kept breathing down his neck making sure he was reminded of his task. His mother and his aunt Bellatrix also didn't help him a lot. His mother had told him more than enough that if he failed the Malfoy family would lose its place in Voldemort's inner circle and that would be a disgrace his father wouldn't let him survive. He had been trying to come up with other ways to get rid of the old man, as the Vanishing Cabinets didn't seem to work, but until now nothing had been good enough. And it didn't help that Longbottom seemed to dominate his thoughts every bloody minute of the day. He needed to get him out of his system and knew just the way.

-DNDN-

Somehow Neville found himself in the Room of Requirement with one steamy Malfoy. The blond had literally dragged him away from Seamus - who he had been talking too - and thrown him into the secret room. Seeing a big bed in the middle of the room made him wish he had resisted more.

*start explicit scene*

"M-Malfoy, what, stop!" He watched the blond Slytherin step closer and the back of his legs bumped against the edge of the bed in his retreat. Glancing backwards he missed Draco pulling his wand until it was too late. He landed in the middle of the bed and breathed heavily trying to force the pain away. Feeling the bed dip, he looked down and met lustful greyish eyes. Feeling his heart leap, he tried to move upwards on the bed but with one hand the blond made his efforts futile and straddle his hips. His robe got ripped apart and his sweater and his shirt soon followed, showing his chest to his captor. Draco started panting strangely while his eyes rimmed over Neville's naked torso. He could see the Slytherin's hands sneak up towards his nipples and his body suddenly got a sudden burst of adrenaline. He hit Draco hard on the head and as the Slytherin fell sideways, he twisted his legs until he could roll from the bed. Landing on his knees, he got up and readied himself to run towards the door but a hand on the back of his neck stopped him. Nails broke his skin as he got pulled backwards back on the bed. Before he could do anything to protest the blond had strapped his hands to the bedpost and was attacking his mouth. Kicking aimlessly in the air he felt a tongue lick his lips before going downwards to his neck. Teeth graced his skin and a shriek escaped his lips. Malfoy moved his body over his and descended to the right nipple. Panicking Neville started to kick harder and hit the Slytherin in the stomach. Draco bit his nipple drawing blood as reaction and angry, he released him before punching him in the face. Neville's body got roughly turned around and his pants got ripped off together with his underwear.

"I was going to make it pleasurable for you." Draco's husky voice panted into Neville's ear as he pushed his fingers between the boy's buttocks. Neville's eyes widened and he tried to wiggle the intruding digits out of him. "But I changed my mind!" The Slytherin slit his other hand towards his already hard-on and released it.

"M-Draco?" Neville decided this situation allowed begging. "S-stop, please…" Tears were staining his eyes, but the blond ignored him, removed his fingers and pushed his hard length inside of him.

"Relax, I can't shove further!" Draco ordered making Neville underneath him tense even more while the tears finally fell. "Bollocks!" A tongue licked up his tears and with another thrust he could feel the intruding cock push his limits.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Neville cried freely now. With the third thrust Malfoy was entirely inside him as he felt the other's pubic hair tickle his skin. "D-Draco… please, don't do this!" he pleaded a last time even looking backwards trying to catch the other's eyes, but his hope scattered when the Slytherin pulled out and slammed back in. He screamed it out. His insides were completely torn, and he could feel blood run out of his hole towards his legs with every thrust. Screams were pouring out of his mouth until his throat hurt. Meanwhile Draco's thrusts were speeding up as the blood made the Gryffindor's passage slippery. He was in pure bliss.

"N-Nev…" He moaned as he felt his climax rising. Surprised Neville looked over his shoulder winching in pain.

'Did he…just call… hn… my name?'

"Oh Merlin, Nev…" And Draco came. In complete shock Neville felt his inside being coat by the blond's sperm. The Slytherin collapsed on top of him and butterfly kisses were placed on his shoulders and his neck until Draco recovered.

-DNDN-

Quickly, the blond out of Neville and got off the bed putting his soft dick back in his pants. Looking down at the boy, he took in his handiwork. Parts of the dark blond's robe was still hiding his upper body while his head hung in defeat between his arms. The hole he had abused was leaking blood and semen and he felt a pinch of remorse. Getting back on the bed, he touched the butt cheeks that contracted with the contact and a hiss of pain escaped the Gryffindor's parted lips. Biting his lips Draco quickly mumbled a healing charm before retreating again. Another spell left his mouth and Neville's hands fell lifelessly on the bed.

*end explicit scene*

He felt a dilemma inside his heart. He had done what he wanted but the result wasn't the one he expected. Right now, he's supposed to feel satisfied, not guilty.

'No, I can't show any weakness. Longbottom isn't different from the others; he'll use it against me!' "Useless!" he spat at the limp body before twirling around and walking out of the Room of Requirement.

-DNDN-

Not knowing how long he had been laying there Neville raised himself and dumbly looked around himself. Shaking his head, he tried to order his thoughts, but what had just happened seemed so unreal.

'Dra- no, Malfoy, r-…r-… raped… me.' In denial the shaking of his head accelerated. He crawled off the bed and whined when semen dripped from between his legs. Staring at the proof, Neville collapsed and started crying.

'Malfoy raped me,' he repeated having no choice but to accept it. He hid his face on the bed's edge and cried his eyes out. After his tears had dried up, he laid his head sideways and was staring aimlessly in front of him.

'I need a shower or a bath,' he thought to himself and immediately the room started to change. The bed disappeared and he harshly he fell over to the ground. Dumbfounded, he looked as a shower appeared next to him.

"Of course," he sighed remembering, "I'm in the Room of Requirement." Painfully, he raised himself and inspected the shower. It was a big one with handicap handles on the side; at home they also had those sorts of handles for Gran. Slowly, he removed what was left of his clothes and stepped inside. Using the handles to support his weight, he grabbed at the soaps and shower gels. A couple found itself in his hands and he brought them to his face. Picking the one that smelled like apples he started to scrub himself clean. Washing his insides was horrible. The semen he scooped out reminded him of its owner and brought a new wave of tears to his eyes.

-DNDN-

"Neville, were have you been?" Harry asked when the shy boy entered the common room. "At the greenhouse." This time he had thought about his cover.

"What you find so bloody interesting at those plants is beyond me," Ron mumbled while moving a horse on the chessboard in front of him. It seemed to be a good move since Harry's face fell into concentration.

"You can probably still find something to eat in the Great Hall if you leave now, mate."

"Thanks, but I'm not that hungry; had too much during lunch. I'm just going up," he smiled friendly at the redhead who nodded.

"Goodnight."

"'Night," Harry quickly mumbled not taking his eyes from the board. Walking into the boy's dormitory, Neville made his way to his own bed. From his trunk he grabbed a clean pair of pyjamas and changed as quickly as possible. Crawling in his bed, he lay down and stared at the empty bed next him. Sleep wouldn't come to him tonight, he was certain.

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