A/N: Ok, here's an author's note to clear up a little confusion.
When Lucius went to Dumbledore he never actually told him about Harry's scars, I just didn't add that part. He just told Dumbledore he had found Harry after he had run away, so it was well within the boundary's of the contract. Sorry for the confusion. ^_^
Secrets of the Heart
Chapter 3
It had been a week since Harry had come to Malfoy Manor. But surprisingly it wasn't as horrible as he had imagined. During the day he was allowed to roam the grounds, Draco and Narcissa were in Paris on vacation so there was no chance of him being found out.
As Harry soon found out, the Malfoy's were quite obviously rolling in money, not that he didn't already know it, but he had never actually thought about it before. He found it sad that people like the Malfoy's were living in the lap of luxury, while nice, honest people like the Weasly's were struggling to make a living.
The grounds around the manor were huge, and Harry spent most of his day's exploring them with Lucius's two pet's.
Nehmora, the black unicorn, ill tempered and absolutely uncontrollable, and according to Lucius, he wasn't even supposed to have her because Dark Unicorns were associated with black magic. Harry, despite his hatred of the Dark Arts, didn't see the point in condemning animals, especially since Nehmora was a law unto herself and had never shown even the slightest hint of evil.
The second of Lucius's pet's was the Boa Constrictor, Sserith. It was to Harry's surprise when he actually met Sserith to find that this was the same snake he had freed from the zoo 5 years ago. Sserith was very pleased to see him again and had begun calling him master.
At that moment, however, Harry was flying across the field on Nehmora's back, trying desperately to hold on as the Unicorn launched itself into a tree, doing her best to scare the hell out of the Boy-who-lived. Harry could swear he could see her large red eye's twinkling with laughter as he was thrown from her back to land in a crumpled heap at Lucius Malfoy's feet.
"Ohhhh, I think my arms broken." Harry groaned, glaring at Lucius who was shaking with suppressed laughter.
The older man crouched down so he was eye level with Harry. "What on earth possessed you to ride her?" Lucius asked, grinning broadly as he helped Harry to his feet. "Nehmora has a very violent sense of humor you know, your lucky she didn't try to smash your head in."
"Speaking from experience?" Harry asked.
"Of course. Why do you think I never ride her anywhere?" He gave the Unicorn a pat on the head. "Let's get you inside, Harry, it's nearly sunset, you should have been in an hour ago." Lucius said, walking back towards the Manor.
The smile disappeared from Harry's face at the reminder and he slowly began following Lucius, staring at the ground, not wanting to be reminded of the night any more than he did about Voldemort.
This was why he could never really be happy anymore. The threat of night always sent a shiver down his spine. No matter how much he prayed, Lucius never failed to call him to his room at night and it was always as horrible as the first time. No matter how much he didn't want it, he always gave in to the pleasure Lucius forced on his body, and as always it left him feeling dirty and used. He knew he should just accept it and get on with what was left of his life, but something was keeping him from doing it, he didn't know what yet, but it was almost as if a piece of himself was missing. He had felt that way ever since the bond had formed. It was like a big weight on his chest keeping him from breathing, and sometimes the pain was just to much, it was like the loneliness he had felt all his life had multiplied and was trying to swallow him alive. He just wanted desperately for it to end. To be left in peace.
Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that they had reached the bedroom.
"Come on Harry," Lucius said, gently pushing Harry into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
"B-but it's not sunset yet." Harry said softly, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "And since when have we ever had a set date to have sex?" He asked softly, giving Harry a stern look. "On the bed now."
Harry shuddered as he climbed onto the large bed, feeling very small and lost in the large room. "Please," He whispered as Lucius pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. "I don't want this."
Lucius leaned in close so he could whisper in Harry's ear, "Shh, mon petit. Now is not the time. Just lay back and relax, it will be over soon."
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Draco smiled as he saw the manor come into view from on top of his broom. The eagle eye view really made it seem majestic in the light of the setting sun, almost like a dream. It was really beautiful, all the pink and blue swirling together with the clouds to make lovely patterns in the sky.
Draco shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Getting so sentimental over a sunset. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were above such thing's. He was getting almost as bad as Potter.
……..Potter. Just the name made his blood boil and was almost enough to ruin his good day.
Perfect little orphan Potter, always outdoing him in everything, Quidditch, dueling, fame, it didn't matter, Potter always beat him. His father would always have a disapproving look on his face every time he came home from another defeat. It made him furious. His father was always disappointed in him because of Potter.
The bloody scar face even made his own father turn against him.
But at least he had a father, unlike that idiot Potter.
By the time Draco landed he was feeling more than a little unhappy. But that didn't matter now that he was home.
He had come home early from Paris at his mothers suggestion to spend more time with his father. Narcissa thought it would be good for the both of them to get their mind off of their problems and spend some time together.
Draco had to agree with her right away, his father was really overworked and deserved some time off, and he would really like to just spend some time with him before the summer was over, he very rarely even spoke to his father these day's. He just hoped Lucius would be happy to see him.
Draco walked into the house, immediately heading towards the study where he could usually find his father working on mountains of paperwork during the evening. "Father! Are you here?" He shouted into the empty room, hearing only his voice echoing off the walls. Slowly he looked inside, seeing the room was empty. His mouth pressed together in frustration at having no response. "Strange, he should be here this time of day." He murmured, leaving the room to climbing the winding staircase outside of the study, making sure to keep his footsteps light so they didn't echo.
Maybe his father was in the bedroom, though it was unusual for him to go to sleep at this time.
As he reached the bedroom, his hand poised to open the door, something made him stop. He wasn't quite sure what until he heard it again.
There was a strange noise coming from inside the room. That was very unusual as his father didn't make noise, he was as silent as a cat. Even when he was in pain Lucius would rather die than show any kind of emotion by making noise.
Draco pressed his ear to the door, struggling to hear the sounds coming from the bedroom. His eye's narrowing slightly as the sounds became clearer. There was a lot of movement, wispy sounds that sounded like clothes being thrown on the floor and an occasional sharp sob that was most definitely not his father.
"P-please don't," Said a small, scared male voice that sounded dangerously familiar to Draco's ears. To his utter disgust, there was a loud moan and another hopeless sob.
Draco was no idiot, he knew exactly what he was hearing. If it had been a female voice in the room he would have just shrugged and gone to bed, it's not like his mother didn't have her lovers over as well. But the pleading voice was undeniably male and sounded to young and childish for him to just ignore. Draco held his breath, trying to hear everything that was going on behind the closed door.
Suddenly a sharp scream cut through the air that made Draco jump, followed by a loud masculine voice that began cursing loudly. The deeper voice was his father….so who was the other person in there? It sounded so familiar, like it was someone Draco knew but couldn't remember.
"AAAHHH!" Shrieked the younger voice again. There was the sound of a body hitting the floor as the younger person rolled off the bed and some shuffling.
"Get back here," growled his fathers angry, frustrated voice.
"N-no, please, don't touch me again." Whimpered the younger voice, trembling in fear.
"Harry! Stop this nonsense right now and get over here."
Draco froze, his mouth falling open in shock.
He couldn't have heard right. There's no way Harry Potter could be in that room, especially since the sounds coming from in there clearly pointed to sex. That was just wrong, Harry was a few months younger than Draco, and Lucius was Draco's father.
His eye flew to the keyhole, widening in horror as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"Oh my god," whispered Draco, his whole body going rigid with shock.
He could see Potter with his own eye's. The younger boy was huddled against the wall, looking absolutely terrified with his eye's wide and his cheeks glittering with tears. Draco could see blood smeared on the boy's pale thighs, and he could guess without a doubt what drew the scream a second ago. He shivered, feeling like bug's were crawling on his skin as Harry began sobbing, cringing away from Lucius as the older man grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet.
Draco didn't like Harry, but he couldn't help but feel pity towards the poor shivering creature in the room. Nobody deserved this, least of all sweet, innocent Harry Potter, though he hated to admit it.
He didn't want to see what was coming next, he didn't want to see his father raping the small, trembling boy that he had known and fought against for nearly five years, but he couldn't seem to tear his eye's away from the horrible scene as his father lay the boy on the bed and whispered something into Harry's ear as he lifted the thin leg's over his broad shoulders.
Draco could see how tense Harry was and wanted desperately to stop Lucius before he hurt the boy. Couldn't he see that Harry was terrified of him? He was going to get torn apart if he didn't relax.
'Please father, don't do it' he thought, closing his eye's in time to miss when Lucius buried himself in Harry's delicate body, however, he couldn't block out the shrill scream that followed. It sounded like Harry was being slowly tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse. The sound made Draco's stomach give a horrible jolt, making him feel sick to his stomach, and he was sure he must have looked a sight, pale as death with a look of utter shock and disgust on his face.
What finally did it for him was when Lucius began strategically moving so he hit the prostate with every thrust, and roughly stroking Harry's limp member to hardness, forcing Harry to come so he was to exhausted to struggle as Lucius began ruthlessly pounding into him. The violent thrusts drew weak, pitiful sobs from the small boy as he tried desperately to squirm away from the older man.
Draco was to shocked to notice as a single tear slid down his cheek. He couldn't believe this was happening to Harry….at the hands of his father. It was to much for Draco and he felt his stomach give another violent jolt.
With a choked cry, he bolted down the hallway, not caring about the noise his feet were making. As soon as he reached the bathroom he immediately dropped to his knee's in front of the toilet and proceeded to be violently ill.
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As soon as Lucius heard the cry he immediately pulled out of Harry, ignoring the pained cry the boy gave, and scrambled around the room, pulling on his clothes as he threw open the door and rushed down the hall toward the bathroom.
The mans face drained of all color when he saw it was Draco who had found out and was now throwing up and sobbing uncontrollably. His son was shaking so violently it looked almost as if he was having a seizure and he was looking up at Lucius with an unreadable look in his glassy eye's.
"…..Draco." He whispered, resting a hand on his son's shaking shoulder.
The blond boy shook his head, batting Lucius's hand away. "W-why did you do that?" He asked, wiping his tears away. "How could you do that?"
Lucius frown. "Why do you care? I would have thought you would love seeing Potter broken and humiliated. I've heard you complain about him enough." He spat, trying to mask the pain he was feeling at having Draco looking at him like he was a monster.
The pale boy shuddered. "N-not like that. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even P-Potter." He gave a trembling sigh, his whole body shuddering. "How could you do that to him? That could just as easily have been me. Would you want that to happen to me?" Draco demanded, lowering his face to glaring at the floor.
He couldn't explain what he was feeling at that moment, but the sight of Harry being violated like that scared him more than he would have ever though possible, all he could think of was 'what if that were me in there?'. Year's of living with former Death Eaters always around him, leering and groping him in the middle of the night, it had left him with an incurable phobia of rape in all way, shape and form. He had never told his father or mother of that, he never told them anything, because Malfoy's didn't show their weaknesses.
While Draco was thinking of his past, Lucius thought about what his son had said, and quite suddenly realized the mere thought of what he had done to Harry happening to Draco made him sick. "No, I wouldn't. And I'm sorry you had to see that."
"…..Why did you do it?" Draco asked softly. "Didn't you realize you were hurting him?" His eye's became cloudy and unfocused. "He was so scared, it could see it in his eye's, he was scared to death of you." He looked at Lucius again. "This wasn't the first time you did that….was it? That's why he was so scared of you. He knew you would hurt him again."
Lucius frown, his cheeks turning red. He knew he was being cruel to Harry, but the way Draco was saying it made him seem like some sort of a disgusting freak. "Why don't you go to him. He'll explain everything to you." he suggested, needing to get away from the look Draco was giving him.
Draco nodded. He wanted to know how the hell Harry ended up in his fathers bed. He had to know. This wasn't something that normally happened and he was determined to get some answers.
He slowly walked out without looking at his father, he didn't think he could bear to look at him for awhile without seeing that horrible scene again.
It didn't take long for him to reach the bedroom, but strangely he couldn't see Harry anywhere.
"Potter? Where are you?" He demanded. Regaining his arrogant attitude, more out of habit than anything else. Draco refused to face Potter with anything less than his complete composure and finesse. He placed a hand on his hip and marched towards the bed, getting down on his hands and knees to peer under the bed. "Hello Potter. Having fun with the dust bunnies?"
Harry blinked slowly, curled up in a small ball and shaking uncontrollably under the bed. "D-did you come here to hurt me to?" He asked sadly, unable to keep his voice from trembling.
Draco shuddered at the thought. "No. Personally I think that kind of behavior is barbaric. I simply wanted to know how you ended up….uh….here."
"Why? So you can go tell all your friends how your dad made me his personal fuck toy?"
"Fuck toy you say. Well now, that is interesting. But no, as appealing as the idea may be, I have no desire to destroy my families reputation. I don't exactly agree with my father on certain views about sex, if you know what I mean. Why do you think I'm not rubbing your face in it?"
Harry shrugged uncertainly.
"Well whatever. Now come out from under there or I'll come in there after you."
"No." He said softly, crawling further away from Draco. "You'll just hurt me like everyone else."
Draco rolled his eye's. "Oh for-… get your ass out here right now you bloody Gryffindork!!! I don't have time for this." He said, getting on his stomach and sliding under the bed. Harry's eye's widened and he shot back even further. Draco simply waited patiently until he calmed down a little, his eye's surprisingly didn't show any signs of wanting him dead. "Alright, now I'm down to your level, so start spilling."
Harry blinked in shock. Draco Malfoy was actually being nice to him, or at least as nice as he ever got. "A-are you sick? Your acting….strange."
Draco scowled. "Shut up, Potter! I'm only here to find out how the hell you managed to become my fathers little plaything."
That was more like the old Draco. Harry was beginning to relax a bit in the familiar company, even if it was Draco Malfoy, at least he was someone he knew. "There's not really much to tell. I ran away from the Dursley's and Lucius found me a-and brought me here." Draco could fill in the blanks on that one. "Then the next day we found out we had accidentally created a bond between us. S-so now were stuck together."
That took a minute to absorb. "…..Your bound to my father?" Draco asked in astonishment. Harry thought he was going to faint, but to his surprise he began laughing. "Oh god!!! That's so f-funny! Harry P-Potter, bound to my father." He cracked up again. Laughing so hard tears began streaming down his face and he was clutching his ribs, moaning in pain in between loud mocking laughter. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Ow, shit, my ribs."
Harry gave Draco a very dirty look. "Somehow it doesn't seem as funny from my point of view."
"I know. But you've got to admit, there is a certain irony in there. After all, you could have been bound to Granger or even Weasly, but instead your bound to someone who would probably like nothing better than to hand you over to Voldemort." He gave a small chuckle, lazily rubbing his eye's. "This is probably going to hit me very hard in a few minutes, so just give me a minute to laugh at you."
Harry gave a small smile. "You know, I've heard this bond referred to as a marriage, so in a way it suppose I'm your step-father now." That wiped the smile from Draco's face.
"Oh merlin. I think it just hit me." He gasped. Looking incredibly tragic for a moment while he tried to take in what Harry had just said. "Ok, maybe this isn't so funny. No, in fact this is a crime to all wizard kind. I have to find some way to fix this."
"Good luck, Malfoy. Your father and I already went to Dumbledore with this and even he's stumped. Apparently contract bindings are permanent and we'll both die if we try to break it. So I guess I'm going to be living here for a really long time." Harry sighed, lightly twirling his hair around his fingers. There was a long pause in which Harry and Draco simply studied each other for a moment, both nearly petrified with what had just occurred, but finding comfort in knowing they weren't alone.
Something had changed in that moment, their views of the other had changed, not dramatically but enough so they had a mutual understanding without saying a single word, like they knew what the other was feeling and were happy knowing they had an ally in what had become a very twisted situation.
Draco was the first to break the silence. "….Only 3 weeks until school starts." He said, rolling his eye's. "Think we can handle each other until then?"
Harry smiled back at him. "I guess we'll find out, won't we."
And suddenly, life didn't seem so bad anymore.
A/N: I'm finished!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!! This chapter was so hard to write and it took FOREVER so don't blame me if it seems a little crappy. I thought it was, but the next chapter will be better, I promise.
The plot bunny just abandon me. ::starts crying:: why, bunny, why? But don't worry, I'll have it back soon.
And I've been toying with the idea of a Harry/Draco scene or possibly a 3-way. Give me your ideas viewers cause I'm seriously considering giving Draco a piece of the action, there's plenty to go around folks. ^_^
When Lucius went to Dumbledore he never actually told him about Harry's scars, I just didn't add that part. He just told Dumbledore he had found Harry after he had run away, so it was well within the boundary's of the contract. Sorry for the confusion. ^_^
Secrets of the Heart
Chapter 3
It had been a week since Harry had come to Malfoy Manor. But surprisingly it wasn't as horrible as he had imagined. During the day he was allowed to roam the grounds, Draco and Narcissa were in Paris on vacation so there was no chance of him being found out.
As Harry soon found out, the Malfoy's were quite obviously rolling in money, not that he didn't already know it, but he had never actually thought about it before. He found it sad that people like the Malfoy's were living in the lap of luxury, while nice, honest people like the Weasly's were struggling to make a living.
The grounds around the manor were huge, and Harry spent most of his day's exploring them with Lucius's two pet's.
Nehmora, the black unicorn, ill tempered and absolutely uncontrollable, and according to Lucius, he wasn't even supposed to have her because Dark Unicorns were associated with black magic. Harry, despite his hatred of the Dark Arts, didn't see the point in condemning animals, especially since Nehmora was a law unto herself and had never shown even the slightest hint of evil.
The second of Lucius's pet's was the Boa Constrictor, Sserith. It was to Harry's surprise when he actually met Sserith to find that this was the same snake he had freed from the zoo 5 years ago. Sserith was very pleased to see him again and had begun calling him master.
At that moment, however, Harry was flying across the field on Nehmora's back, trying desperately to hold on as the Unicorn launched itself into a tree, doing her best to scare the hell out of the Boy-who-lived. Harry could swear he could see her large red eye's twinkling with laughter as he was thrown from her back to land in a crumpled heap at Lucius Malfoy's feet.
"Ohhhh, I think my arms broken." Harry groaned, glaring at Lucius who was shaking with suppressed laughter.
The older man crouched down so he was eye level with Harry. "What on earth possessed you to ride her?" Lucius asked, grinning broadly as he helped Harry to his feet. "Nehmora has a very violent sense of humor you know, your lucky she didn't try to smash your head in."
"Speaking from experience?" Harry asked.
"Of course. Why do you think I never ride her anywhere?" He gave the Unicorn a pat on the head. "Let's get you inside, Harry, it's nearly sunset, you should have been in an hour ago." Lucius said, walking back towards the Manor.
The smile disappeared from Harry's face at the reminder and he slowly began following Lucius, staring at the ground, not wanting to be reminded of the night any more than he did about Voldemort.
This was why he could never really be happy anymore. The threat of night always sent a shiver down his spine. No matter how much he prayed, Lucius never failed to call him to his room at night and it was always as horrible as the first time. No matter how much he didn't want it, he always gave in to the pleasure Lucius forced on his body, and as always it left him feeling dirty and used. He knew he should just accept it and get on with what was left of his life, but something was keeping him from doing it, he didn't know what yet, but it was almost as if a piece of himself was missing. He had felt that way ever since the bond had formed. It was like a big weight on his chest keeping him from breathing, and sometimes the pain was just to much, it was like the loneliness he had felt all his life had multiplied and was trying to swallow him alive. He just wanted desperately for it to end. To be left in peace.
Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that they had reached the bedroom.
"Come on Harry," Lucius said, gently pushing Harry into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
"B-but it's not sunset yet." Harry said softly, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "And since when have we ever had a set date to have sex?" He asked softly, giving Harry a stern look. "On the bed now."
Harry shuddered as he climbed onto the large bed, feeling very small and lost in the large room. "Please," He whispered as Lucius pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips. "I don't want this."
Lucius leaned in close so he could whisper in Harry's ear, "Shh, mon petit. Now is not the time. Just lay back and relax, it will be over soon."
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Draco smiled as he saw the manor come into view from on top of his broom. The eagle eye view really made it seem majestic in the light of the setting sun, almost like a dream. It was really beautiful, all the pink and blue swirling together with the clouds to make lovely patterns in the sky.
Draco shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Getting so sentimental over a sunset. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were above such thing's. He was getting almost as bad as Potter.
……..Potter. Just the name made his blood boil and was almost enough to ruin his good day.
Perfect little orphan Potter, always outdoing him in everything, Quidditch, dueling, fame, it didn't matter, Potter always beat him. His father would always have a disapproving look on his face every time he came home from another defeat. It made him furious. His father was always disappointed in him because of Potter.
The bloody scar face even made his own father turn against him.
But at least he had a father, unlike that idiot Potter.
By the time Draco landed he was feeling more than a little unhappy. But that didn't matter now that he was home.
He had come home early from Paris at his mothers suggestion to spend more time with his father. Narcissa thought it would be good for the both of them to get their mind off of their problems and spend some time together.
Draco had to agree with her right away, his father was really overworked and deserved some time off, and he would really like to just spend some time with him before the summer was over, he very rarely even spoke to his father these day's. He just hoped Lucius would be happy to see him.
Draco walked into the house, immediately heading towards the study where he could usually find his father working on mountains of paperwork during the evening. "Father! Are you here?" He shouted into the empty room, hearing only his voice echoing off the walls. Slowly he looked inside, seeing the room was empty. His mouth pressed together in frustration at having no response. "Strange, he should be here this time of day." He murmured, leaving the room to climbing the winding staircase outside of the study, making sure to keep his footsteps light so they didn't echo.
Maybe his father was in the bedroom, though it was unusual for him to go to sleep at this time.
As he reached the bedroom, his hand poised to open the door, something made him stop. He wasn't quite sure what until he heard it again.
There was a strange noise coming from inside the room. That was very unusual as his father didn't make noise, he was as silent as a cat. Even when he was in pain Lucius would rather die than show any kind of emotion by making noise.
Draco pressed his ear to the door, struggling to hear the sounds coming from the bedroom. His eye's narrowing slightly as the sounds became clearer. There was a lot of movement, wispy sounds that sounded like clothes being thrown on the floor and an occasional sharp sob that was most definitely not his father.
"P-please don't," Said a small, scared male voice that sounded dangerously familiar to Draco's ears. To his utter disgust, there was a loud moan and another hopeless sob.
Draco was no idiot, he knew exactly what he was hearing. If it had been a female voice in the room he would have just shrugged and gone to bed, it's not like his mother didn't have her lovers over as well. But the pleading voice was undeniably male and sounded to young and childish for him to just ignore. Draco held his breath, trying to hear everything that was going on behind the closed door.
Suddenly a sharp scream cut through the air that made Draco jump, followed by a loud masculine voice that began cursing loudly. The deeper voice was his father….so who was the other person in there? It sounded so familiar, like it was someone Draco knew but couldn't remember.
"AAAHHH!" Shrieked the younger voice again. There was the sound of a body hitting the floor as the younger person rolled off the bed and some shuffling.
"Get back here," growled his fathers angry, frustrated voice.
"N-no, please, don't touch me again." Whimpered the younger voice, trembling in fear.
"Harry! Stop this nonsense right now and get over here."
Draco froze, his mouth falling open in shock.
He couldn't have heard right. There's no way Harry Potter could be in that room, especially since the sounds coming from in there clearly pointed to sex. That was just wrong, Harry was a few months younger than Draco, and Lucius was Draco's father.
His eye flew to the keyhole, widening in horror as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"Oh my god," whispered Draco, his whole body going rigid with shock.
He could see Potter with his own eye's. The younger boy was huddled against the wall, looking absolutely terrified with his eye's wide and his cheeks glittering with tears. Draco could see blood smeared on the boy's pale thighs, and he could guess without a doubt what drew the scream a second ago. He shivered, feeling like bug's were crawling on his skin as Harry began sobbing, cringing away from Lucius as the older man grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet.
Draco didn't like Harry, but he couldn't help but feel pity towards the poor shivering creature in the room. Nobody deserved this, least of all sweet, innocent Harry Potter, though he hated to admit it.
He didn't want to see what was coming next, he didn't want to see his father raping the small, trembling boy that he had known and fought against for nearly five years, but he couldn't seem to tear his eye's away from the horrible scene as his father lay the boy on the bed and whispered something into Harry's ear as he lifted the thin leg's over his broad shoulders.
Draco could see how tense Harry was and wanted desperately to stop Lucius before he hurt the boy. Couldn't he see that Harry was terrified of him? He was going to get torn apart if he didn't relax.
'Please father, don't do it' he thought, closing his eye's in time to miss when Lucius buried himself in Harry's delicate body, however, he couldn't block out the shrill scream that followed. It sounded like Harry was being slowly tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse. The sound made Draco's stomach give a horrible jolt, making him feel sick to his stomach, and he was sure he must have looked a sight, pale as death with a look of utter shock and disgust on his face.
What finally did it for him was when Lucius began strategically moving so he hit the prostate with every thrust, and roughly stroking Harry's limp member to hardness, forcing Harry to come so he was to exhausted to struggle as Lucius began ruthlessly pounding into him. The violent thrusts drew weak, pitiful sobs from the small boy as he tried desperately to squirm away from the older man.
Draco was to shocked to notice as a single tear slid down his cheek. He couldn't believe this was happening to Harry….at the hands of his father. It was to much for Draco and he felt his stomach give another violent jolt.
With a choked cry, he bolted down the hallway, not caring about the noise his feet were making. As soon as he reached the bathroom he immediately dropped to his knee's in front of the toilet and proceeded to be violently ill.
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As soon as Lucius heard the cry he immediately pulled out of Harry, ignoring the pained cry the boy gave, and scrambled around the room, pulling on his clothes as he threw open the door and rushed down the hall toward the bathroom.
The mans face drained of all color when he saw it was Draco who had found out and was now throwing up and sobbing uncontrollably. His son was shaking so violently it looked almost as if he was having a seizure and he was looking up at Lucius with an unreadable look in his glassy eye's.
"…..Draco." He whispered, resting a hand on his son's shaking shoulder.
The blond boy shook his head, batting Lucius's hand away. "W-why did you do that?" He asked, wiping his tears away. "How could you do that?"
Lucius frown. "Why do you care? I would have thought you would love seeing Potter broken and humiliated. I've heard you complain about him enough." He spat, trying to mask the pain he was feeling at having Draco looking at him like he was a monster.
The pale boy shuddered. "N-not like that. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even P-Potter." He gave a trembling sigh, his whole body shuddering. "How could you do that to him? That could just as easily have been me. Would you want that to happen to me?" Draco demanded, lowering his face to glaring at the floor.
He couldn't explain what he was feeling at that moment, but the sight of Harry being violated like that scared him more than he would have ever though possible, all he could think of was 'what if that were me in there?'. Year's of living with former Death Eaters always around him, leering and groping him in the middle of the night, it had left him with an incurable phobia of rape in all way, shape and form. He had never told his father or mother of that, he never told them anything, because Malfoy's didn't show their weaknesses.
While Draco was thinking of his past, Lucius thought about what his son had said, and quite suddenly realized the mere thought of what he had done to Harry happening to Draco made him sick. "No, I wouldn't. And I'm sorry you had to see that."
"…..Why did you do it?" Draco asked softly. "Didn't you realize you were hurting him?" His eye's became cloudy and unfocused. "He was so scared, it could see it in his eye's, he was scared to death of you." He looked at Lucius again. "This wasn't the first time you did that….was it? That's why he was so scared of you. He knew you would hurt him again."
Lucius frown, his cheeks turning red. He knew he was being cruel to Harry, but the way Draco was saying it made him seem like some sort of a disgusting freak. "Why don't you go to him. He'll explain everything to you." he suggested, needing to get away from the look Draco was giving him.
Draco nodded. He wanted to know how the hell Harry ended up in his fathers bed. He had to know. This wasn't something that normally happened and he was determined to get some answers.
He slowly walked out without looking at his father, he didn't think he could bear to look at him for awhile without seeing that horrible scene again.
It didn't take long for him to reach the bedroom, but strangely he couldn't see Harry anywhere.
"Potter? Where are you?" He demanded. Regaining his arrogant attitude, more out of habit than anything else. Draco refused to face Potter with anything less than his complete composure and finesse. He placed a hand on his hip and marched towards the bed, getting down on his hands and knees to peer under the bed. "Hello Potter. Having fun with the dust bunnies?"
Harry blinked slowly, curled up in a small ball and shaking uncontrollably under the bed. "D-did you come here to hurt me to?" He asked sadly, unable to keep his voice from trembling.
Draco shuddered at the thought. "No. Personally I think that kind of behavior is barbaric. I simply wanted to know how you ended up….uh….here."
"Why? So you can go tell all your friends how your dad made me his personal fuck toy?"
"Fuck toy you say. Well now, that is interesting. But no, as appealing as the idea may be, I have no desire to destroy my families reputation. I don't exactly agree with my father on certain views about sex, if you know what I mean. Why do you think I'm not rubbing your face in it?"
Harry shrugged uncertainly.
"Well whatever. Now come out from under there or I'll come in there after you."
"No." He said softly, crawling further away from Draco. "You'll just hurt me like everyone else."
Draco rolled his eye's. "Oh for-… get your ass out here right now you bloody Gryffindork!!! I don't have time for this." He said, getting on his stomach and sliding under the bed. Harry's eye's widened and he shot back even further. Draco simply waited patiently until he calmed down a little, his eye's surprisingly didn't show any signs of wanting him dead. "Alright, now I'm down to your level, so start spilling."
Harry blinked in shock. Draco Malfoy was actually being nice to him, or at least as nice as he ever got. "A-are you sick? Your acting….strange."
Draco scowled. "Shut up, Potter! I'm only here to find out how the hell you managed to become my fathers little plaything."
That was more like the old Draco. Harry was beginning to relax a bit in the familiar company, even if it was Draco Malfoy, at least he was someone he knew. "There's not really much to tell. I ran away from the Dursley's and Lucius found me a-and brought me here." Draco could fill in the blanks on that one. "Then the next day we found out we had accidentally created a bond between us. S-so now were stuck together."
That took a minute to absorb. "…..Your bound to my father?" Draco asked in astonishment. Harry thought he was going to faint, but to his surprise he began laughing. "Oh god!!! That's so f-funny! Harry P-Potter, bound to my father." He cracked up again. Laughing so hard tears began streaming down his face and he was clutching his ribs, moaning in pain in between loud mocking laughter. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Ow, shit, my ribs."
Harry gave Draco a very dirty look. "Somehow it doesn't seem as funny from my point of view."
"I know. But you've got to admit, there is a certain irony in there. After all, you could have been bound to Granger or even Weasly, but instead your bound to someone who would probably like nothing better than to hand you over to Voldemort." He gave a small chuckle, lazily rubbing his eye's. "This is probably going to hit me very hard in a few minutes, so just give me a minute to laugh at you."
Harry gave a small smile. "You know, I've heard this bond referred to as a marriage, so in a way it suppose I'm your step-father now." That wiped the smile from Draco's face.
"Oh merlin. I think it just hit me." He gasped. Looking incredibly tragic for a moment while he tried to take in what Harry had just said. "Ok, maybe this isn't so funny. No, in fact this is a crime to all wizard kind. I have to find some way to fix this."
"Good luck, Malfoy. Your father and I already went to Dumbledore with this and even he's stumped. Apparently contract bindings are permanent and we'll both die if we try to break it. So I guess I'm going to be living here for a really long time." Harry sighed, lightly twirling his hair around his fingers. There was a long pause in which Harry and Draco simply studied each other for a moment, both nearly petrified with what had just occurred, but finding comfort in knowing they weren't alone.
Something had changed in that moment, their views of the other had changed, not dramatically but enough so they had a mutual understanding without saying a single word, like they knew what the other was feeling and were happy knowing they had an ally in what had become a very twisted situation.
Draco was the first to break the silence. "….Only 3 weeks until school starts." He said, rolling his eye's. "Think we can handle each other until then?"
Harry smiled back at him. "I guess we'll find out, won't we."
And suddenly, life didn't seem so bad anymore.
A/N: I'm finished!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!! This chapter was so hard to write and it took FOREVER so don't blame me if it seems a little crappy. I thought it was, but the next chapter will be better, I promise.
The plot bunny just abandon me. ::starts crying:: why, bunny, why? But don't worry, I'll have it back soon.
And I've been toying with the idea of a Harry/Draco scene or possibly a 3-way. Give me your ideas viewers cause I'm seriously considering giving Draco a piece of the action, there's plenty to go around folks. ^_^