Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (well, except the mystery girl Harry
was about to get busy with).
A/N: In this chapter, Harry will be having a flashback. WARNING: rape/ sort of incest/ mentions of abuse. You have my warning. If these types of things disturb you, don't read it.
Chapter 3
Harry, Draco and Hermione entered the Leaky Cauldron. Surprisingly it was packed with people. Harry stared goggle eyed at everyone. He didn't know wizards had bars. Well, of course they did, he thought smacking himself mentally, they were people too. They waited as Draco went over to the counter to get them rooms. A minute later he came back scowling.
" They're full! They've only got 2 rooms left" Draco spat.
" Well, it's too late to go look for another place," said Hermione reasonably, " You two will just have to share"
" Hmpf" Draco pouted to himself. Usually he would have protested, but he really didn't want to be sharing a bed with a bushy haired walrus like Granger. Just think what kind of gossip would get around if anyone found out about that. Scowling he grabbed the keys off the counter and headed up the stairs. " Come on, Potter, you're with me".
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Draco sleepily kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed. He was about to put the lights off when he noticed that Harry was still standing by the door, his arms folded across his chest.
" Are you going to sleep or not?" Draco demanded impatiently.
" I am not sleeping in the same bed as you!" Harry shot back.
Draco shrugged. " Suit yourself. Sleep on the floor if you like. Nothing biting my ass."
" How about you sleep on the floor and I get the bed?" Harry said, starting to get annoyed.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry," I'm not the one afraid to share a bed for one night." " If I were you, I'd want to share a bed with me " he added smugly.
Harry sat on the bed grumpily, kicking his shoes off too. " Shove over" he said as he got in.
Draco sneered; it was funny to see anyone get so uncomfortable about sharing a bed. " Why so worried about sleeping with me?" he asked, smirking at his own pun, " Afraid you might like it?"
Harry scowled and turned over, his back to Malfoy, " Shut up and go to sleep"
Draco was on the verge of bursting out into laughter, " Are you not getting enough.satisfaction?" he asked, slipping his hand into Harry's robes and running his fingers along Harry's thigh.
Startled, Harry jumped out of the bed. Suddenly he remembered why he hadn't wanted to get into the same bed as Draco in the first place. He remembered "it".
Flashback
It was a Tuesday afternoon during the school holidays. About a week after Harry's 16th birthday, which the Dursley's, as usual, paid no attention to. Uncle Vernon was at work. Aunt Petunia and Dudley had gone out to buy Dudley new clothes, since he was too fat to fit in his old ones. Harry was home alone, stuck in his room with nothing to do. He was bored out of his mind. Maybe he'd call David.
Harry left his room kicking the door shut with his heel. No one was around, so there was no way anyone would catch him using the phone. Right? WRONG!
As Harry dialed he heard the lock of the front door click. He froze. That was odd. Who'd be coming home at this time? In a panic, Harry slammed the phone down and raced up to his room.
Harry sat there alone at his desk, frozen. Only seconds had passes, yet it felt like hours before he heard someone walking heavily up the stairs. Just the rhythm of the footsteps sounded familiar. It was Uncle Vernon.
" Where are Dudley and Petunia, boy?" he barked.
" Went out to buy Dudley new clothes" Harry replied, " Because he's too fat to fit into his old ones" he added under his breath. However, Uncle Vernon heard that.
" What did you say?" Uncle Vernon demanded, grabbing the front of Harry's shirt and throwing him to the ground." And don't get smart with me boy, what did you say?!"
Harry stared up at his uncle defiantly. He'd had enough of saying, "Yes, Uncle Vernon, of course Uncle Vernon, " His uncle had beat him before, so that wasn't anything new. Harry just didn't care anymore. What was the worse that could happen? Uncle Vernon might beat him to death, but death had to be better than staying here. " I said, " Harry spat, " That your fat son needs clothes to cover his fat body so the rest of us don't vomit!"
Uncle Vernon looked like he was going to explode, when suddenly he grinned menacingly. " If Dudley didn't part with his old clothes, you'd wouldn't have any." he paused watching Harry, " But maybe you want it that way. I've heard the rumors about you, boy! How you're the little slut!"
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. That was not true! He'd never slept with anyone in his life! True, many girls followed him around, declaring their love for him, but that was as far as it went.
As Uncle Vernon advanced upon him, Harry stumbled away, but his uncle managed to corner him. " Lets fix your problem then, boy" he said, tearing Harry's shirt off him, the buttons popping and flying everywhere. Uncle Vernon pushed him down on the floor, but Harry wriggled out of his sleeves and ran for the door. Harry's heart pounded loudly in his chest, beating with pure terror.
Harry had just about made it to the door when Uncle Vernon grabbed him. It was in a matter of seconds that Uncle Vernon was able to rid Harry of all his clothing.
Harry had never felt more vulnerable in his life. All he could think about was that he had to run, but before Harry could act, his uncle had slammed into the floor. Harry lay on his stomach, unable to move, unable to breath. He heard a zipper.
"Please no."he thought.
Uncle Vernon was close to him. Harry could smell the alcohol in his breath. And suddenly he felt a searing pain.
" Please! " he screamed in horror, " Stop! PLEASE!!!"
But his uncle didn't stop until he was finished.
Harry didn't know exactly how long he sat there, naked, alone, and cold. He felt sick and dirty. Harry ran to the bathroom, and threw up. This was the first time it happened, but it was far from being the last. Death.Yes, this had to be worse than death.
End Flash Back
" What's the matter with you Potter?" Draco asked, noticing a glazed look come over Harry's eyes.
Harry shook his head, " Nothing" he replied shortly as he got back into bed and tried to sleep.
Draco shrugged to himself, not caring to inquire anymore into whatever was bothering Harry. He'd never been the sensitive type anyway. " I'm going out" he told Harry before he left, " I'll be back in the morning"
Draco had work to do. His father was expecting news. And what Draco had to offer would probably interest him.
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A/N: In this chapter, Harry will be having a flashback. WARNING: rape/ sort of incest/ mentions of abuse. You have my warning. If these types of things disturb you, don't read it.
Chapter 3
Harry, Draco and Hermione entered the Leaky Cauldron. Surprisingly it was packed with people. Harry stared goggle eyed at everyone. He didn't know wizards had bars. Well, of course they did, he thought smacking himself mentally, they were people too. They waited as Draco went over to the counter to get them rooms. A minute later he came back scowling.
" They're full! They've only got 2 rooms left" Draco spat.
" Well, it's too late to go look for another place," said Hermione reasonably, " You two will just have to share"
" Hmpf" Draco pouted to himself. Usually he would have protested, but he really didn't want to be sharing a bed with a bushy haired walrus like Granger. Just think what kind of gossip would get around if anyone found out about that. Scowling he grabbed the keys off the counter and headed up the stairs. " Come on, Potter, you're with me".
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Draco sleepily kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed. He was about to put the lights off when he noticed that Harry was still standing by the door, his arms folded across his chest.
" Are you going to sleep or not?" Draco demanded impatiently.
" I am not sleeping in the same bed as you!" Harry shot back.
Draco shrugged. " Suit yourself. Sleep on the floor if you like. Nothing biting my ass."
" How about you sleep on the floor and I get the bed?" Harry said, starting to get annoyed.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry," I'm not the one afraid to share a bed for one night." " If I were you, I'd want to share a bed with me " he added smugly.
Harry sat on the bed grumpily, kicking his shoes off too. " Shove over" he said as he got in.
Draco sneered; it was funny to see anyone get so uncomfortable about sharing a bed. " Why so worried about sleeping with me?" he asked, smirking at his own pun, " Afraid you might like it?"
Harry scowled and turned over, his back to Malfoy, " Shut up and go to sleep"
Draco was on the verge of bursting out into laughter, " Are you not getting enough.satisfaction?" he asked, slipping his hand into Harry's robes and running his fingers along Harry's thigh.
Startled, Harry jumped out of the bed. Suddenly he remembered why he hadn't wanted to get into the same bed as Draco in the first place. He remembered "it".
Flashback
It was a Tuesday afternoon during the school holidays. About a week after Harry's 16th birthday, which the Dursley's, as usual, paid no attention to. Uncle Vernon was at work. Aunt Petunia and Dudley had gone out to buy Dudley new clothes, since he was too fat to fit in his old ones. Harry was home alone, stuck in his room with nothing to do. He was bored out of his mind. Maybe he'd call David.
Harry left his room kicking the door shut with his heel. No one was around, so there was no way anyone would catch him using the phone. Right? WRONG!
As Harry dialed he heard the lock of the front door click. He froze. That was odd. Who'd be coming home at this time? In a panic, Harry slammed the phone down and raced up to his room.
Harry sat there alone at his desk, frozen. Only seconds had passes, yet it felt like hours before he heard someone walking heavily up the stairs. Just the rhythm of the footsteps sounded familiar. It was Uncle Vernon.
" Where are Dudley and Petunia, boy?" he barked.
" Went out to buy Dudley new clothes" Harry replied, " Because he's too fat to fit into his old ones" he added under his breath. However, Uncle Vernon heard that.
" What did you say?" Uncle Vernon demanded, grabbing the front of Harry's shirt and throwing him to the ground." And don't get smart with me boy, what did you say?!"
Harry stared up at his uncle defiantly. He'd had enough of saying, "Yes, Uncle Vernon, of course Uncle Vernon, " His uncle had beat him before, so that wasn't anything new. Harry just didn't care anymore. What was the worse that could happen? Uncle Vernon might beat him to death, but death had to be better than staying here. " I said, " Harry spat, " That your fat son needs clothes to cover his fat body so the rest of us don't vomit!"
Uncle Vernon looked like he was going to explode, when suddenly he grinned menacingly. " If Dudley didn't part with his old clothes, you'd wouldn't have any." he paused watching Harry, " But maybe you want it that way. I've heard the rumors about you, boy! How you're the little slut!"
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. That was not true! He'd never slept with anyone in his life! True, many girls followed him around, declaring their love for him, but that was as far as it went.
As Uncle Vernon advanced upon him, Harry stumbled away, but his uncle managed to corner him. " Lets fix your problem then, boy" he said, tearing Harry's shirt off him, the buttons popping and flying everywhere. Uncle Vernon pushed him down on the floor, but Harry wriggled out of his sleeves and ran for the door. Harry's heart pounded loudly in his chest, beating with pure terror.
Harry had just about made it to the door when Uncle Vernon grabbed him. It was in a matter of seconds that Uncle Vernon was able to rid Harry of all his clothing.
Harry had never felt more vulnerable in his life. All he could think about was that he had to run, but before Harry could act, his uncle had slammed into the floor. Harry lay on his stomach, unable to move, unable to breath. He heard a zipper.
"Please no."he thought.
Uncle Vernon was close to him. Harry could smell the alcohol in his breath. And suddenly he felt a searing pain.
" Please! " he screamed in horror, " Stop! PLEASE!!!"
But his uncle didn't stop until he was finished.
Harry didn't know exactly how long he sat there, naked, alone, and cold. He felt sick and dirty. Harry ran to the bathroom, and threw up. This was the first time it happened, but it was far from being the last. Death.Yes, this had to be worse than death.
End Flash Back
" What's the matter with you Potter?" Draco asked, noticing a glazed look come over Harry's eyes.
Harry shook his head, " Nothing" he replied shortly as he got back into bed and tried to sleep.
Draco shrugged to himself, not caring to inquire anymore into whatever was bothering Harry. He'd never been the sensitive type anyway. " I'm going out" he told Harry before he left, " I'll be back in the morning"
Draco had work to do. His father was expecting news. And what Draco had to offer would probably interest him.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!! I want to know what you honestly think! Thank you to all those who reviewed!