by tati
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning: This is a SLASH romance fic. There will be violence – there is ALWAYS violence in my stories. Nothing you read qualifies as NC-17 because I have read much worse that still fit the rules, so no tattling!
Chapter 2 – Mortification and Worry Last Time…A few seconds passed and the door opened and shut again. Harry sat petrified.
"Hello, Potter," sneered Draco Malfoy.
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The blond boy examined the cowering Harry as the carriage began moving with a jolt of activity.
"I know your secret, Potter," he announced smugly. "I know - " He grabbed Harry's chin roughly, digging in with his long manicured nails. "- what happened to you over the summer and I know - " Harry's cheeks bled from the pressure the other boy was exerting. " – that you can be no hero now. The Golden Boy is no more; replaced by a sniveling eager-to-please whore. And you can't fight back." He drew back his other hand and punched the dark-haired boy. The force of the blow toppled Harry off his seat and ripped his face from Malfoy's grip; the force of the removal of his tight grasp rent several deep gashes across his face and Harry lay where he had fallen, gazing up at Draco in horror.
"So what's the use of Golden Boy now?" He kicked Harry harshly, aiming for the kidneys. The crumpled teen let out a shriek of pain and curled up; trying to avoid blows, taunts and intimidating smells alike. "How does it feel to be a submissive, Potter? Bet it hurts your precious little ego. Now you get to be the lowest of the low, beneath everything and everybody! And only if you're lucky will you get a good mate. That is to say, if someone who hates you doesn't bond you first. I think I might enjoy that, submissive. What are your thoughts on it?"
A very relaxed Draco Malfoy got out of his carriage in time to join his friends at Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle behind him as always.
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"I can't believe they argued all the way from the stations, into the castle, through the Entrance Hall, and into the Great Hall!" hissed Neville, who had grown surprisingly attractive and tall over the summer break. Many of the students collectively rolled their eyes at the arguing duo.
"When are they gonna get a clue?" asked Dean. "They're almost past my betting day."
"You bet on it?" whispered Ginny, choking with silent laughter. "Ooh, they are so gonna kill you!" The bettor peered at Hermione and edged away slightly, taking Ron's little sister at her word. She just laughed; breathless when Ron finally turned and asked what was so funny. Ginny shook her head ruefully, letting Ron shrug and quiet down to watch the new first years enter to encounter the Sorting Hat.
"Hey, where's Harry?" murmured Hermione, now that her argument was over.
"I don't know. Didn't he get in the carriage with you?" asked Seamus.
"No! We told him to go away while we were arguing and he did. Where is he?" asked Ron, now fully worried.
"I can't believe we let him out of our sight!" moaned Hermione. "Especially with that going on. He can't protect himself the way he is now!"
"With what going on?"
"Nothing," said Ron hurriedly. "Just something Harry told us…" When the Sorting was over and the feast was over and there was still no sign of Harry, Ron took advantage of his Prefect badge and led the new first years to the Tower at a run.
Harry wasn't in the dorms, and worry changed to full-blown panic.
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"Professor! Professor Dumbledore! Please! We need to see Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione was shrieking as she skidded down stairs, through corridors, and around teachers and students. Stares and whispers came to life in her wake as prim and proper Hermione Granger screamed for the Headmaster, abandoning protocol and apologies. Ronald Weasley was right behind her.
"Professor!" Dumbledore appeared quickly.
"Yes?" he asked, smiling slightly at the out of breath teens.
"It's Harry! He's missing!" The twinkle vanished.
"What do you mean? Wasn't he with you?"
"No! He left after we got off the train for the carriages, but we haven't seen him since! We took a separate carriage." The Headmaster whirled, summoned the teachers, and a widespread search began. But no one could find Harry.
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The next morning Ron and Hermione were exhausted, as were the teachers. The search had been called off at midnight; there was no more they could do. The duo picked at their breakfasts sadly.
"D'you think You-Know-Who - " started Ron, but he was interrupted as a shaggy figure burst through the double doors.
"Headmaster! I foun' him!" shouted Hagrid. The Hall went silent.
"You found Harry?" asked Dumbledore. Hagrid nodded.
"I took him straight ter the Infirmary. He's in a bad way."
Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore and Hagrid swept out quickly, listening to the Gamekeeper relate his story.
"Because Harry were missin' I left the Thestrals hooked up till this mornin'," he began. "So this mornin' I knew I had ter take care o' things even though Harry were missin'. I let 'em go back ter the Forest an' then started cleanin' out the carriages, an' I foun' Harry! He was in one o' em, out cold. I took him to Pomfrey. He didn't look so good." He glanced at Ron and Hermione. "Ah'm not sure yeh'll want them ter see this," he cautioned. "Though, knowin' Poppy he'll be all bandaged up."
"Why? Is he sick?"
"Nah, he took a beatin'. Someone pulped him pretty bad."
"Someone attacked Harry?" asked Dumbledore sharply.
"Yeah." They entered the Hospital Wing; Ron and Hermione refusing to be left behind.
Harry lay sleeping on a Hospital bed, but the crisp white sheets only emphasized the boy's own lack of color apart from the red blood that seemed unnaturally bright as it seeped through the bandages covering him. Poppy Pomfrey was hovering and tutting over the still form.
"Headmaster!" she exclaimed, becoming aware of their arrival. Harry's friends gazed at their third member, horror-struck.
"Harry?" whispered Hermione. Poppy sighed.
"He'll be fine, not even a scar, but whoever thrashed him knew what they were doing. Harry will have a lot of bruises for a long time."
"What, can't you heal them?"
"If I did, it would counteract the charms I performed to heal his broken bones. No, he'll have to live with them."
"When will he awake?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps sometime tomorrow."
"Very well. Come along, Ron, Hermione, Hagrid. Good day Madame Pomfrey." And they left.
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Late that night a figure slipped into the Ward.
"Ennervate," he whispered, waving a wand. The dark bundle on the bed awoke quietly.
"Draco," whispered Harry.
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here? You just put me in hospital. Again!"
"Submissive angry?" smirked the hooded figure of Malfoy.
"Go fuck yourself," pouted Harry.
"No thanks. I've got you to fuck." Harry blushed heavily as he sat quietly before the boy who had beaten him.
"So what do you want?"
"I want to say that I did not do that purposely."
"Huh?"
"Eloquent, Potter. Anyway, it was required. The Dark Lord wanted to be sure of my loyalties. I was told to frighten you; let you know that you're never safe; that it was His mercy that you remain alive within these walls until He deigns to kill you himself, yadda yadda yadda."
"So - ?"
"So, I'm not quite ready to go against the Dark Lord. There's a few more things I want to sneak out of the house first. My mother being one of them."
"So, you aren't going to be a Death Eater?" asked Harry timidly.
"No. Dominant Veelas are either violent or simply dominant. My father's more into the first category. Although I got a certain thrill out of hurting you for all those beatings he's given me, I think I'd prefer to just use nice, normal lust."
"What?"
"You're a submissive."
"I am? I didn't know it was possible for me to be Veela."
"You're not, you twit! Wait, you don't know?" He sounded delighted.
"Know what?"
"Oh, cool! Well then, I won't tell you. It'll be more fun for me this way you see; to view your reactions during class."
"Draco, what - ?"
The blond was gone, cackling quietly. Harry sighed, winced, and went back to sleep.
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A/N: I got a review for this story! Yes!
I intended more for this chapter, but I decided to put it in the third. I'll try to get the third chappy up today, but I had swim class this morning and now I'm leaving for two dance performances at Knobles Amusement Park (sp?). Please review, and thanks to anyone who reads the A/N's!
