Title: The Breaking Point
Author: Crimson Symphony
Category: Romance/Drama
Main Pairing: HP/DM
Chapter Summary: Times change. People too.
Rating: R, I suppose. Just not now anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author's Notes: Sorry once again for the mistakes.
The Breaking Point: Chapter 4
Odius had to 'enervate' me to wake me up then. I'm not sure if that was the first time he did it, because he looked annoyed. "Well, boy, looks like I'll get to have my fun with you, yet." He smirked at me menacingly.
I stared at him and smirked. I thought he was talking about torturing me more. To this day I curse how naive I was then, and probably still am. He came closer to me and twirled a set of keys, of what I assumed were for the door, in my face. He took the manacles off my arm and I leaned heavily on the wall.
He had never taken the chains off when he tortured me and I was becoming suspicious. He grabbed me and brought me to a bed in the next cell over. He threw me roughly onto the bed and smirked. "No one's here to save you now, you pathetic child."
I stared up at him, and wondered what he was going to do to me. Maybe if I had realized what was happening I would have looked around and saw that the door to the cell was wide open. However, I didn't, instead stared at the man in confusion.
It took him unzipping his pants for me to realize what was happening, and by then it was too late.
With his pants unzipped, he stopped and took out his wand and cast a body binding spell on me. From under the bed he pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. He secured me to the bed and sprawled my legs apart.
He smirked when he took the body binding spell off, because as much as I struggled, I could barely move around the bed at all. He used another spell to remove my clothes and I screamed, moving around as much as I could. My glasses fell off, and I screamed even more, every protection I had against the world around me was gone.
He had made me vulnerable and I hated it. I hated him. He had been trying had over the summer to break me and nothing worked, but... if he went through with it now, he'd break me as easily as one breaks glass.
That was the only time I had ever been scared of him. There when he was on top of me, his pants down to his knees, laughing at and being aroused by my fear. He crawled up and straddled my chest. He was already hard by the time he plunged himself completely into my mouth. I was crying and I felt sick to my stomach and I was becoming hard, which made me feel even more sick. I started to choke on him, though really he wasn't that big, his body weight was on my face and he smelled.
I bit him as he moaned, and screamed again when he pulled himself out of my mouth and cursed. He punched me in my stomach, and I struggled to breathe. "You little bitch!" He glared at me before gaining his smirk again, seeing that I was slightly hard. "You are a pathetic, sick, dick loving whore, aren't you?" He positioned himself between my legs and I screamed until I was hoarse. "You'd open your legs up for anyone wouldn't you?" His smirk widened when my dick twitched. "I bet you love this, I bet you want it, don't you you little bitch."
I was disgusted with him for doing this to me, and to myself for getting hard, even though I didn't want this. I cried and I thrashed around, wishing this was all just some horrible nightmare, and knowing it was real. "Please, please don't do this." I begged through tears. "No-no-no-no-no please don't. Please no!" It was useless and I knew it, but I still begged.
He thrust himself into me, and I screamed in pain, still begging him, god, or who ever could hear me to make it stop. It didn't, of course, but I begged anyway. It was worst than any curse, I was being violated and I felt dirty, unlike when there was just pain, and it required no touching.
I think I heard footsteps, but I wasn't sure because he started moving inside me, ripping me from the inside out. I was choking on tears by then, and I had stopped begging, stopped saying anything. I just laid there and gave up, allowing him to defile me. I hated him, I hated Voldemort, I hated Malfoy Manor, I hated Lucius, and I especially hated myself. Because I was helpless to do anything.
I don't know how much time had passed, and though it felt like hours, Harry was sure it had only been a few minutes, if it was that long. Some one said something and Odius was off of me. I could tell, even through tears and without my glasses, that it was Malfoy. He probably had his wand out because I heard him say, "Crucio."
Without lifting the curse, Malfoy came over and uncuffed me. It was probably hard to do so because I was crying and not really helping him at all.
When I was out Malfoy touched my hip with his hands. I flinched away from him and focussed my eyes, which had been staring out into space, on his blurry figure.
He sighed and put my glasses on my face, so I could look at him. His eyes looked weird, though I couldn't fathom how, but the next time he placed his hands on my hips I didn't move away. I was struck by how different his eyes, which hadn't looked away from mine, were.
I squirmed uncomfortably when I felt his mind ebbing a part of itself into me. The pain decreased, and I think that that's when what had happened finally soaked in. I completely broke down and sobbed, naked, on Malfoy's shoulder. I think he was holding me in loose embrace and whispering comfortingly into my ear, but I could have been dreaming that, I did, after all, fall asleep there on his shoulder.
Two Deatheaters were putting a new prisoner into my cell. Malfoy looked bored, but he asked, "Where did you find him? I thought he was dead."
One of the Deatheaters, the taller one, answered, "We didn't. He found us. Walked right into one of our meetings."
"Oh. Does that mean father's back?"
"No," the shorter deatheater said. "'E 'ad to go to with Lord Voldemor'e."
"Oh. Well put that one next to the other one."
"Yessir," they said in unison.
I was too weak to move my head to see the prisoner, but I didn't have to wait long to find out who it was. As soon as the two deatheaters left, Malfoy came into the cell smirking. "It's like a family reunion."
I stared blankly at him from under my eyelashes, silently asking the question that wouldn't leave my lips.
"You and Black, of course. I thought he had died. Oh well, more fun for me." My head snapped up, which I immediately regretted because my head began to swim. Malfoy rolled his eyes. "I'm surrounded by idiots." He lifted my head and turned it on the side so I could see. I thanked the gods that I still had my glasses, broken as they were, for right next to me was my supposed dead godfather. He looked a bit weak, but it was definitely him. "Hn. Happy birthday."
As I stared at his retreating back, I couldn't help feeling that everything might just work out okay. Maybe it was foolish, I still don't know, but I- if only a little- had come to trust the Malfoy boy.
D-R-A-C-O
Draco Malfoy...
A/N: Yay, I'm not dead! I'm back from a long hibernation. Sorry, everytime I so much as glanced at my computer, I got real sad, so I couldn't write.
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