A/n: Hola mis amigos, Como estan? . . .Sorry 'bout that. Anyhoo! I realize I've been getting these up faster and that's because I'm starting the sequel, so yeah. Not much to really say here so I hope you enjoy and . . .try not to be to freaked out by Tom.
Some Kind of Feeling.
Chapter 11; Lessons in Obedience.
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Harry struggled furiously, against Goyle's tight grip. He kicked and hit and even bit the man a couple of times but the big oaf was too dim to even feel the pain. When he heard another gunshot, he feared the worst and fought harder, his screams were muffled by the large hand over his mouth so there was no chance of anyone hearing him.
They reached a garage area after going down a couple flights of stairs. A man with shaggy blonde hair leaned against an unmarked black van, smoking a fag and looking bored. He smirked when he saw them coming, the other man, having caught up with them on the stairs.
" It took you long enough." The man drawled, smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke.
" We don't have time for idle chat, Avery. The Bobbies should be here soon." The curly haired man sneered.
" Okay, okay, don't get your knickers in a twist, McNair." Avery opened the door and hopped in. He started the van up while McNair opened up the rear doors. Goyle threw Harry in before he and McNair climbed in themselves, shutting and locking the doors behind them. Avery drove away normally, so as not to cause suspicion.
" This has got to be one of our easier jobs." Avery smirked, his cold blue eyes gleaming maliciously.
" Yeah, I haven't don't kidnapping in a while." McNair said, looking at Harry with a malignant smile. Harry had pressed himself in the corner by the side of the van and the driver's seat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. " What's the matter, kid? You look a little scared." He said, moving closer to the frightened boy till he was nearly breathing down his neck.
" Tch, I'd be afraid too, after looking at your ugly mug." Avery snorted. Goyle laughed.
" Shut the fuck up, Avery." McNair hissed. " You too, Goyle."
" You make George Bulstrode's, man-daughter look like a bloody goddess." Avery snickered. Goyle guffawed loudly.
" What did I fucking tell you!?" McNair pulled out his gun and aimed it at Goyle who immediately shut up. He was too stupid to remember he had his own gun.
" Calm down, man. We were only joking." Avery grumbled, nervously looking through the rearview mirror. McNair sneered as he put the gun away. Harry rested his head on his arms and tried not to cry. He knew Draco would want him to be strong.
' If he's even still alive.' A wicked voice said in the back of his head.
' He is.' Harry told himself. ' He is . . .he wouldn't leave me. Not now.' He thought weakly. A lone tear escaped his eye.
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After James had helped Hermione with her project, the two of them sat down to watch the boxing matches on TV. Lily came in later and they watched it, cheering when Jake came on. They even saw a glimpse of Harry and Draco from one of the camera views. They laughed when they heard Harry yelling to ' knock him out'. After the match the camera stayed on Jake a bit before a reporter came to follow Jake back to his locker room. They were catching up with him when he yelled out to Harry who they could see with Draco and two other men up ahead. They screamed in horror when the noticed one of the men had a gun. They saw Harry turn around and flinch as the man shot the gun and watched in horror as Jake was shot. The camera guy focused on Jake a bit, crumbled on the ground and clutching his shoulder. Then it focused back on the other people. Lily and Hermione were crying and even more so when they saw the big man pick up a fighting Harry and disappear through a door. Then Draco who tried to go after Harry was shot as well before that man left.
" Damn reporters." James mumbled running to get his jacket. They just stood there as his eldest son was shot and his youngest was kidnapped. Why kind of people were they? " Lily, Hermione. Let's go!" He said. He knew which hospital was closest to the arena and that's where he was going. There was nothing they could do for Harry at the moment and he could only pray that his son could hang on.
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After what seemed like forever, the van came to a stop. The rear doors opened again and Goyle dragged him out, the other two, following. It was another parking garage only cleaner and with very few cars parked inside. They walked over to an elevator and pushed Harry inside before walking in themselves.
" Which floor is it again?" Avery asked.
" The 31st. The access code is HP14325." McNair said.
" I didn't know there was a 31st floor in this building." Avery said. He pressed the 3 button and then a blank button, then the access code, which was needed since the elevator went directly to the whole floor apartment. They didn't have to worry about anyone else trying to use this elevator since it was supposedly out of order and even if someone did use it. They wouldn't know there was a 31st floor. (A/n: I have no Idea if London has buildings this tall since I'm an American but this is a Malfoy owned building * shrugs *)
" Hm . . .I wonder what Riddle Jr. will do to you." McNair said thoughtfully. Goyle had passed the boy over to him and he had a tight grip around the boy's waist. Harry tried to ignore him and kept his head bowed. " I heard he's a pretty strange fellow."
" Yeah, wonder why Lucius hasn't hired him." Avery said.
" Maybe because Riddles doing him a favor by holding this kid." McNair shrugged. " Why the hell did he even go through all this trouble anyway? He could have just handed the kid over to us and let us play with him." Harry stiffened at this and McNair sneered down at the top of his head. " Don't like that much do you?" He purred, his hand creeping up Harry's shirt. A few seconds later they reached the top floor with a soft ding and the doors slid open. McNair pulled his hand out from under the wide-eyed, shaking boys shirt and pulled him into the apartment. The large apartment floor was tastefully decorated in tans, blues, whites and blacks. Standing by the wall long window of the building was Tom Riddle, dressed in tight black jeans and a tight black t-shirt, a cigarette in his hand. He turned around and smiled brightly upon seeing Harry who was glaring ice shards at the man.
" Here's your gift." Avery smirked. McNair pushed Harry forward into Tom who had walked towards them. Harry backed away from the man uncomfortably.
" Thanks, gentlemen." Tom said. " Lucius said you'd be rewarded or something like that. You may go."
" Seeya, kid." Avery said.
" Or not." McNair snickered.
" It's good to see you again, Harry." Tom said softly, completely ignoring the glaring. He did notice Harry glancing over at the elevator. " Just so you know, the code has been changed to get up here and to get down the code's different as well. Not to mention no one really knows about this last floor since there isn't really a 31st floor button." Tom smiled.
" What do you want?" Harry demanded.
" The only thing I've ever wanted, Harry. You." Tom said. He took hold of Harry's arm and practically dragged him to some room with a black door. Once opened, Harry paled to an almost chalky white. All over the walls and on some easels were picture, paintings, and sketches of him. He saw a picture of himself in homeroom and sleeping in his bed. There were photos of him getting out of Draco's car and talking with Sirius in Art class. The paintings, though beautifully done, freaked him out almost as much as the pictures. They were of him, practically nude, in forests or under a waterfall. There was even one with him and a giant snake wrapped around his body, covering the essentials. There was one thing that all the pictures had in common though, was that his eyes were the brightest of green and were always staring with a an all-knowing, innocent quality.
" Wha--"
" I knew you'd like it." Tom said happily. " This will be your room." Tom said, gesturing to the shrine like room. " And that's your bed." It was a pretty big bed, placed in the middle of the room. The sheets were white satin as were the plump pillows. It was a silver-framed bed. All four of the bedposts had little angels, hands together and heads bowed in prayer. Harry wasn't really paying attention to that and he turned to Tom.
" You're a sick bastard, you know that?" Harry hissed. Tom blinked before smiling again.
" That's not nice, Harry. It's only art. You are art." Tom reached a hand towards Harry but he smacked it away. " I'm going to go cook supper but since I have a feeling you might try to ruin something . . ." Harry backed away from Tom who had pulled out a pair of Handcuffs. The older man pushed Harry back on the bed and quickly cuffed one hand before Harry could fight back. Harry lashed out and smacked Tom in the face. He tried to run for the door but Tom grabbed him around his waist and kept him on the bed. The man then looped the other cuff around one of the metal bars (melted and molded to look like vines.) and cuffed Harry's other hand.
" See? That wasn't so bad. There was no need for violence." Tom said. " You'll be handcuffed every night until you obey me and not lash out or ruin anything." He felt his face and winced. He knew it was going to bruise. " I'll be back, Harry, with dinner." And he left, shutting the door behind him. Harry, who had a mask of pure anger on his face, held back a sob of frustration and fear. How could he let himself get into this situation? And how could he get himself out of it?
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McNair, Avery, and Goyle were at one of Lucius' safe houses. They planned on getting their reward for doing such a good job and hoped it would be money, seeing as they were money-grubbing people. Lucius whipped the door open, his cold blue eyes were like ice and they knew they weren't getting any reward.
" Get your asses in here." Lucius spat. He left the door open and walked back into the living room where he had been watching the news. They cautiously walked in, Goyle shutting the door behind him. Lucius stood in the middle of the living room, a gun with a silencer on it in his hand. He sneered at the nervous men.
" What the fuck is this!?" He hissed pointing the gun towards the T.V, where they kept replaying Jake getting shot, Harry getting kidnapped and his son getting shot as well. " What was going through your brainless head, McNair, when you shot my bloody son!?" He yelled.
" I--I don't know, sir." McNair said nervously. " I--"
" Don't you dare make any of your fucking excuses because they won't get you out of this one, Walden." Lucius said poisonously, pointing the gun at him.
" W-what are you doing?" McNair said, backing up.
" I think it's only fair." Lucius purred. McNair turned to run, bumping into the two people on either side of him but it was too late. Lucius shot him in the back of the head and he fell to the ground heavily. Lucius lowered the gun. " Goyle, dispose of the body. Avery, clean up that mess, will you?" He'd spare them since they did him a favor. He had always hated Jake Potter and now the littlest brat was out of the way.
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Draco woke up with the sound of beeping in his ear. He blearily opened his eyes and looked around the room that was only lit by two bedside lamps by his bed and a bed across from him. He saw Hermione and Lily sitting by a bed and wondered why. Then he saw Jake sleeping there, his arm in a sling and his shoulder wrapped up, some blood showing through. It wasn't until he noticed that Harry wasn't here did he remember everything that happened.
" Shit." He whispered tiredly. The one little word alerted the two not sleeping people in the room to his consciousness. Hermione walked over; tears still in her eyes, and gave him a gentle hug.
" Are you okay." She said shakily.
" No." He croaked. He wouldn't even try to lie to her. " Is Jake okay?"
" He'll be fine. The bullet went right through his shoulder. Same with you." She said, sitting in the chair beside his bed. "You were both lucky."
" I don't care about that. I want to know if anyone is looking for Harry."
" Y-yes." She said. " They've questioned all of us already. Mrs. Potter seems to think it's this Tom guy. Harry never told me about him before." She said confused.
" He's been stalking him for a while now. I didn't think he'd go so far." Draco said angrily, clenching his fists tightly.
" They want to question you too." Hermione said. " Are you going to tell them about your father as well? Could your father have done this instead of Tom?" She asked.
" Most likely. The man who shot me, mentioned my father." He said angrily. " I'll kill him when I find him, I swear."
" Draco, you need to calm down." Lily said, noticing his heart rate going up. " They'll find Harry and bring him back to us and if they don't . . ." Tears ran down her face. " We'll find him ourselves." She said firmly.
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Harry had been lying on that bed for at least an hour. He refused to open his eyes, lest he see those photos and paintings, proof of Riddle's demented mind. It chilled him to know that someone (Other than Draco) had envisioned him without clothing and painted him, paying attention to every little detail. He felt sick.
The door opened again and Tom walked in carrying a tray of fettuccini Alfredo and a glass of water. Harry opened his eyes and glared stonily at the man who was now sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. Harry turned his head way from the violet-eyed man. He knew it was childish but he refused to eat anything that came from Tom. He didn't know if it was drugged or not and frankly, he didn't want to find out either.
" Harry you have to eat." Tom said sternly.
" No I don't." Harry said defiantly.
" If you don't eat, Harry, someone will get hurt." Tom said.
" Well go ahead and throw yourself out a window. I won't mind." Harry said icily. Tom frowned. This didn't sound like his Harry.
" If you don't, I'll hurt Narcissa." Harry stiffened. Was Draco's mom here? " You don't want me to hurt her, do you?"
" . . .No." Harry said in a small voice.
" Then eat." And Harry had no choice but to. He knew Tom wasn't right in the head. He also knew that the man would not hesitate with hurting Narcissa. The last thing he wanted was for anyone else to get hurt. It was bad enough with Jake getting shot and, he assumed, Draco getting shot as well. After he was done, Tom made him drink the glass of water. " There." Tom sighed. " I won't hurt her unless you disobey me, Harry and I know you don't want her to be hurt, do you?" Harry shook his head. Suddenly he started to feel drowsy and a little light-headed. " Ah, that stuff works fast." Tom murmured.
" You drugged me!" Harry mumbled angrily. Tom removed his glasses before placing a kiss on his lips, much to his disgust. He lightly cupped Harry's cheek before getting up with the tray.
" Goodnight, Harry. See you in the morning." Harry felt himself fall asleep just as Tom shut the door, lights out.
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When Harry woke up next, he expected to be back in his bed, wrapped up in Draco's arms but all of that went out the window when he saw his face almost everywhere he turned. He was surprised to find that his hands weren't cuffed anymore but horrified once he noticed that he only had his boxers on. He tried to find anything to cover up with and spotted an emerald green silk robe lying on the bed. He hurriedly pulled it on and tied it closed before carefully getting off the rather high bed. He jumped slightly when a chain rattled. He looked down and gaped in disbelief at the manacle, linked to a chain that stretched out the cracked door.
" What the hell?" Harry breathed.
" I know you're awake, come in here!" Tom yelled from the other room. Harry felt the urge to just ignore him and lay back on the bed but then he remembered his warning. He didn't want Mrs. Malfoy to get hurt. He squinted around for his glasses and eventually found them on one of the art easels. He slipped them on and slowly walked into the main room. The floor was covered by blue carpet while the walls were a tan color. There was a black leather couch in the middle of the living room with blue, white and tan pillows. There was a glass coffee table between the couch and the TV and a wireless phone on the end table next to the couch. There was a lamp on the other end table, on the other side of the couch. His eyes followed the chain that was connected to his foot and it led to the wall next to the door he came out of. The chain had a pretty good length, only enough for him to walk to the kitchen and back. He wouldn't be able to reach the elevator, not that it mattered.
Harry made his way to the open kitchen, opposite to his 'bedroom'. It had black countertops and cupboards. The Fridge was black and the kitchen table was made of a light-colored wood. Tom was setting food on two plates, having cooked again.
" Come and eat." Tom said. Harry slowly sat down in his chair, across from Tom. He was glad to see that his smack had caused a bruise on Tom's face, however slight it was. " Don't worry, I didn't drug this." Tom said, ignoring the almost triumphant grin on Harry's face. He ate slowly, wondering where Narcissa was. It was possible that Tom could have lied to him. What did he do while he was asleep?
" Where are my clothes." Harry demanded after a while of silence.
" They were quite dirty." Tom said, ignoring his hateful tone. " And there was blood on your shirt from a graze." Tom's expression darkened. " I'll have to deal with them for hurting you." He said angrily.
" Why did you chain my leg up?" He asked. The least he could do was get on Tom's nerves with questions. It was working too. Tom looked agitated.
" While it is unlikely that you could escape, Narcissa might, if you were able to reach her room. This is why you are chained." Tom said. " I wanted to give you a bit of freedom at least, having you locked up in that room can't be healthy for you."
" And where's Mrs. Malfoy? Is she even here? And if she's locked up in a room too, that can't be too healthy for her either." Harry said. Tom sighed and tried not to go off on the boy.
" Unfortunately, yes. She found out about our plans to kidnap you. Lucius decided she should stay here." Harry glowered at Tom. He had teamed up with Lucius all so he could kidnap him and probably had Narcissa locked up without food. " Don't worry, love. I feed her and give her water every day." Harry shuddered at the word 'love' and put his fork down.
" I'm not hungry." He said quietly.
" You should eat anyway." Tom said.
" I ate what I could but if you make me eat anymore I might get sick." He said angrily. It wasn't entirely false. He was feeling a bit queasy; probably from whatever Tom had given him in his food and water last night. He tended to have a bad reaction from sleeping pills. They always made him queasy or full-blown sick, depending on how much and what kind they were. Only Doctor prescribed sleeping pills seemed to work with him, at least when he was younger.
" Fine. Sit there and wait until I'm done." Tom said. Once Tom was done he gathered their plates and after emptying what was on them in the garbage can, placed them in the dishwasher. " I assume you'd want to take a bath."
" How am I suppose to do that with this?" He said, gesturing to the chain.
" Simple." Tom grabbed Harry's arm and began to lead him towards the bathroom. Harry yanked his arm out of his grip and glared.
" I don't need you to guide me." Harry said curtly. Tom frowned but continued walking with Harry walking behind him. Tom led him over to the entrance of a hallway with three doors. Harry couldn't reach any of them because of the chain. Tom produced a key from his pocket and undid the manacle, freeing Harry. Tom grabbed his arm again and pulled him into the bathroom.
The bathroom wasn't too large with dark blue walls and white tiled floors, blue tile was scattered around amongst the white tile. There was a square hot tub like bathtub in the middle of the room with and outer ledge all around it with the same tile as the floor. There was a shower stall in the corner of the room with a sliding glass door. There was a black countertop next to the door that had a double sink and two mirrors. The toilet was around that area as well. Dark blue curtains covered the section of windows, opposite the door. Tom pulled Harry over to the tub with him so that he could turn the faucets on. He then poured some scented bubbles in (gaining a weird look from Harry) as the tub filled up. Tom turned to Harry.
" Take your clothes off."
" Excuse me!?" Harry exclaimed, backing away from Tom. " Not with you in here." Harry said angrily.
" Unfortunately, the lock only locks on the inside of the bathroom and I can't have you locking yourself in here." Tom said. " Take them off or I'll take them off for you." Tom said seriously. Harry shifted nervously.
" Turn around." Harry ordered. " I don't want you looking at me." Harry said. Tom raised an amused eyebrow before turning away, towards the door. Harry nervously removed the robe and let it drop to the floor. He checked to make sure Tom was still looking away before sliding his boxers off his slim hips. He quickly climbed into the tub, after turning the faucets off. And sank into the bubbles hoping to loose himself in them. It almost looked like he was since the bathtub was pretty deep. The water reached his shoulders and the rose scented bubbles reached to just under his chin. His head snapped up when he saw Tom sitting behind him with a bottle of ocean breeze body wash and a blue wash cloth.
" What are you doing?" Harry asked warily.
" I'm going to wash you." Tom stated, as If it were the most normal thing in the world.
" No you're not!" Harry said, blushing. " Who do you think you are, telling me that! Go stand in the corner or something, I'll do it my sel--" He yelped suddenly when Tom grabbed a handful of his Harry and yanked it back until the back of his head smacked of the edge of the tub. Tom's face hovered above him angrily. " Let me go!" He said, frantically pulling at Tom's hand with both of his.
" I don't want to hurt you Harry and I've been trying not to." Tom said through gritted teeth. " But you haven't listened to me. This is a lesson in obedience, Harry. You will sit there and let me wash you and you won't try to fight me or I'll get very upset. When I get upset I get angry and I'll want to take it out on someone." Harry knew what he meant. " So will you cooperate?" Harry, with tears streaming down his face, nodded and dropped his hands. Tom smiled and let go of his hair. Harry sat stiff, crying as Tom hummed, putting a dollop of body wash on the rag before rolling his sleeve up to wash him.
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That afternoon, Jake was released from the hospital. Draco would be staying there one more night, before they'd allow him to go. Everyone had practically been questioned to death about whom had kidnapped their son and who the men who had shot Jake and Draco were. Draco had told the investigators that Darren Goyle shot Jake but he didn't know the name of the other one. James, Lily and Draco told them about Tom Riddle Jr. who had been stalking Harry since around September, that was their main suspect but it seems that he had gone into hiding with Harry because Riddle Jr. was no where to be found. Draco told the inspectors about his father threatening Harry once. It probably wouldn't do any good since his father was a master manipulator and had men everywhere but Draco would try his best to put his father in jail because he knew he had something to do with the whole thing.
At the moment the family was at home, a tense atmosphere around the place. Hermione absolutely refused to leave and was currently up in Harry's room crying. Lily was talking to her parents on the phone. They had called upon watching the news that morning. Sirius and Remus came over as soon as they heard and James mother was there as well. No one really spoke, just watched the news sadly, seeing the emeralds eyed boy's face on there several times and even Riddle's face. The police hoped someone would recognize them should they be on the run and not in hiding.
How little did they know, that they were right under their noses.
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Harry was curled up on the bed, the manacle back around his ankle, facing the door. His clothing now consisted of white satin, button up, long sleeved shirt and white satin pants. The clothes were to big for him but Tom had made him wear it and then had taken pictures of him curled up, just the way he was now. He had barely been here a day and already it was hell. Sure it was better than a smelly old cellar with a rotten mattress but it was the company that made it hell. He felt sick and dirty and utterly helpless. Here he was at the top of some building on a non-existent floor with some psycho who thought he was in love with him. What the hell did he do wrong to deserve this?
He could hear Narcissa in the other room, arguing with Tom about something. They had been at it for 30 minutes now. Harry heard a brief period of silence before two sets of footsteps sounded and Tom walked in with Narcissa. He walked her over to the bed before handcuffing one of her hands to the bed frame.
" I'll be back in 15 minutes." Tom said, before shutting the door a bit.
" Oh, Harry." She said, sitting on the bed. Harry scooted towards her and wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her one free arm around him. Harry was glad she looked all right. Her pale blonde hair was perfectly combed and left out, falling down to her waist. She looked a little worn out from not being able to sleep as well as she would at her own home but otherwise she was fine. " Are you well?" She asked softly.
" I don't know." He said. " I don't know if I should be feeling scared or angry right now. I guess I'm feeling a little bit of both." He admitted. " He hasn't hurt you has he?" Harry asked, looking up at her with concern.
" No. I'd sooner stay married to Lucius than let him lay a hand on me or you." She said.
" But there's not much you can do, is there?" Harry said. " Unless you can overpower him, heaven knows I can't, then we're stuck here until someone finds us. If that will ever happen." Harry said dejectedly.
" You sound like you're already giving up hope, Harry." Narcissa said. " Don't, please don't give up. It'll only make things worse." She said. " You need to hold on to the fact that Draco is out there waiting for you, looking for you. You have someone who truly loves you and who you love back and you want to be strong for him so don't give up hope, Harry." She said gently.
" I think that's enough talking." Tom said, glaring from the doorway. He must have heard what she said to him and hadn't liked what he heard. He aggressively took of the handcuff and roughly dragged her away. After a few minutes, Harry heard a muffled yelp before her door slammed shut and locked. Tom came barging back in. Harry was sitting up when he came back, glaring defiantly at him.
" You said you wouldn't hurt her if I listened to you!" Harry said yelled.
" You aren't allowed to love him! Didn't I tell you never to speak of him!?" Tom said furiously.
" I can love him if I want, he's my boyfriend and you said no such thing!" Harry said, just as furious.
" I did now, didn't I?" Tom sneered.
" You're bloody out of your mind, Riddle." Harry said. Harry cried out in surprise and slight fear when Tom yanked him from his position, pressed up against the headboard and forced him to lie on the bed. Harry was turned from his stomach onto his back. Tom straddled him and held his arms down to stop his fighting.
" Harry, I'm only out of my mind for you!" He said in a sweet, slightly crazed voice. " Can't you see that?"
" I only see a pitiful man who had to resort to kidnapping to find someone to stay with him, unfortunately for you, I don't even want anything to do with you, you sick perverted bastard." Harry spat. Tom could never stand insults and slapped Harry across the face.
" Shut up. If you ever insult me again . . .," Tom said acidly. " I won't be responsible for my actions." Harry fought the tears that came to his eyes. Tom had a heavy hand and he was sure it would bruise. He flinched when Tom lightly cupped his bruising cheek. " Oh my, I didn't mean to hit you so hard." Tom whispered, with a sorrowful look in his violet eyes." I'll make it better." He leaned down and lightly kissed Harry on the cheek, gaining another flinch and a disgusted shiver from the boy. Harry shook when the man kissed down his neck, tasting his skin. Harry squeezed his eyes shut hoping that this was all some sick nightmare. Tom's trail of kissed led back up and to his lips where he tenderly kissed him; probably thinking this would make him feel better. He only felt dirtier and dirtier. He cried silently, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Tom stopped kissing him and looked at him in confusion. He couldn't possibly understand why Harry was crying. This was meant to feel good, to comfort him.
" Why are you crying?" Tom demanded.
" Get off me." Harry said shakily. " I don't want you to touch me." Tom frowned slightly before sliding off of the crying boy. Before he left he made a silent promise to himself.
' I'll make him love me if it's the last thing I do.' He swore.
A/N: Hate me all you want! I'm the writer and I'll torture Harry all I want * evil laugh * The next chapter will probably make you want to gut me, I know some people wanted to from when I first posted this up. Only two more chapters left though and don't worry! There's a happy ending.
I know this chapter was short but that's because I didn't want to add everything in this chapter. Draco will be out of the hospital soon, just in case you were wondering. REVIEW!!