~Opening Up Just A Bit~
*Cold darkness. An endless void of black nothingness. Deadly silence begins to scream, waiting to yet be disturbed.
Draco's tired eyes took on his new surroundings quickly, looking for a way to escape. There was none. His eyes moved back and forth rapidly, trusting nothing.
A panicky thought entered his mind, 'Where's Harry?'
Right in front of him a slow shadow began to emerge. Draco squinted his eyes not even daring to breathe. The figure came into full view.
"Father?" Draco squeaked, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to get what is mine," the malicious in his voice rolled off his tongue sending shivers up Draco's spine.
"What?"
"Don't play stupid with me boy!" Lucius's voice echoes in his ears, "Your allegiance to my Lord."
The hair on the back of Draco's neck stands up, "No."
Lucius's eyes narrow, "What did you say?"
"I said no," Draco barely whispered.
The older man reddened in anger, "You do not have a choice. You either serve or I kill you now."
Draco flinched. He knows his father will murder him if he refuses. Draco stared at his father who is waiting impatiently, scowling at him for good measures. If he wants to save his own skin he'll have to join. But something is stopping him.
'Harry,' Draco's eyes glaze over. What would Harry say if he joined Voldemort? Draco shook his head; he knew exactly what he would say. Draco didn't want to think about it.
"I do not accept," Draco stated loud and clear.
Lucius's eyes went into a hatred stare; flames threatening to start in the pupils, "Then you are neither my son nor any use to me." He raised his wand at Draco, "Crucio."
Draco tried to grab for his wand, but found it gone. The spell hit him dead- center in his chest. The shear force knocked him to the ground as his muscles involuntarily began to twitch. An explosion of pain ran throughout his body screaming into his mind. Draco squeezed his eyes tight fighting the pain. His body was on fire, each nerve cell being burnt in fiery hatred. Sweat glistened off his forehead and trickled down his nose and eyebrows stinging his eyes. Draco opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't. His throat muscles began to tighten and he could barely breathe. He coughed, forcing air into his burning lungs. All at once, the severity of the pain diminished, but a menacing laughter rang into his ears. Draco gulped at the much-needed oxygen.
He opened his eyes and stared right into his father's. Not a trace of emotion could be seen. Draco coughed again, but slowly raised himself off of the ground not wanting to give his father the full satisfaction he wanted. His legs trembled and his knees threatened to buckle, but he stood firm. He was helpless without his wand. There was nothing he could do.
Lucius sneered, "Pathetic. How could I have ever called you my son?"
Draco stayed quiet trying to block out the words and concentrating more on keeping the pain locked away in his mind.
His father's eyes began to shine, "See you in Hell. Avada Kedavra!"
A blinding flash of green light started spiraling toward Draco. He felt the full force hit him and everything faded to darkness.*
Draco shot up in bed looking around him dazed and confused. His breath was irregular and sweat dripped down his forehead. He exhaled when he found himself in his room. Draco looked over his left shoulder to see Harry cuddled into the sheets sound asleep with a faint hint of a smile on his lips.
Draco steadied his breathing trying not to disturb the boy beside him. He felt himself shaking all over. He needed to get out, just for a moment. Carefully, Draco slid the covers off of him, grabbed his wand, and silently walked to his closet. He grabbed a cloak and slipped it on shoving his feet into a pair of shoes. In that Slytherin way of his, Draco walked out of the door without a sound.
His knees were shaking and weak from pain, but he ignored it. He needed some air. Sneaking through the shadows the moon cascaded inside the castle, Draco snuck outside into the cold, crisp air. Wisps of white frost floated out of his nose blending into the night. Everything was quiet except for a small breeze that floated over the grounds ever now and then.
Draco walked slowly toward the lake standing at the bank. The moon's beam shone down into the water reflecting into his eyes. He walked over to the tree behind him and sat back against the trunk closing his eyes. The teasing breeze blew through his hair sending a lock down into his face. Draco brushed it away effortlessly.
That dream, it seemed so real. He had felt the pain, seen the cruelty in the eyes of the man he was forced to call his father. He had been so certain he was going to die, then, he just, woke up. It was just a dream.
The wind carried over the lake sending small ripples to lap against the bank. Draco tightened the cloak around him as goosebumps rose on his arms. He inhaled deeply sending a cold shock into his lungs. It felt so good to be outside after being in bed for the past few days.
Draco yawned and moved to get up. Leaning against the tree trunk he lifted himself up. His legs were shaking a little, but he quickly jerked his legs straight stopping the trembling. He walked back inside and snuck into the dungeons.
Halfway to his dormitory Draco started to hear footsteps behind him. Quiet at first, but they seemed to be coming closer. Draco halted and spun around. Nothing, just an empty corridor. He continued to walk, but again he started to hear footsteps behind him. It really didn't bother him; he had his wand after all. When he heard the footsteps again he drew out his wand keeping it in his hand.
The footsteps echoed off the empty walls and just as they were right behind him Draco spun around raising his wand ready to strike. His attacker was faster, his wrist felt sudden pain and he was forced to let go of his wand. He heard it drop to the floor, then kicked somewhere in the distance. Someone grabbed him by the throat and threw him up against the wall making his head bang against the stone.
Draco desperately tried to fight back, but he was too weak for his overpowering aggressor who quickly got the upper hand. Draco felt one hand hold both of his wrists over his head letting the blood drain from his arms. He tried to kick upward, but his attacker stopped him with his own leg.
Draco tried to shout, but as soon as his mouth opened two lips came crashing down on his in a powerful kiss. A tongue forced its way into his mouth and Draco had the sudden urge to throw up. Instead he bit down as hard as he could sending his attacker's lips fleeing for a moment.
"Ow you mozzer fusser," a highly slurred, husky voice whispered into his ear, "Cooperate and this-s will be over before you know-s it."
The stench of strong alcohol whipped at Draco's nose. He was starting to panic. He was going to be raped by a drunk without the energy to fight back.
Draco strained to see who was holding him against the wall, but a shadow had stubbornly planted itself on his attacker's face, refusing to move.
Draco gasped as a cold hand moved under his shirt and up toward his chest.
"What?" the husky voice whispered, "Don't like that?"
"Let go of me," Draco struggled trying to get free.
The drunken voice laughed viciously, "I don't think so."
The lips came crashing back onto Draco's, demanding domination. Draco squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, but he was too weak. The extra hand slowly moved from Draco's chest to above the rim of his pants tracing the elastic with his finger.
Draco tensed, "Stop."
The assaulter moved his lips from Draco's mouth to under his earlobe. Giving up when Draco wouldn't keep his head still, he moved to nipping at the blonde's neck leaving faint traces of red marks behind. Slowly, he licked his way back up to Draco's jaw, outlining it in small kisses.
Draco twisted his head trying to shout, but found lips crashing to his once more, silencing his pleas for help. The hand that was tracing above the elastic slowly began to move underneath it. A finger explored the tip of his boxers and the hand plunged over his thigh scratching at it with fingernails.
Draco shivered under the cold, hard touch. He shut his eyes trying to free his mind from his body, trying to rid the feeling of the unwanted touches, but they wouldn't leave. His attacker was torturing him slowly.
The hand removed itself from his pants and went back underneath his shirt, lifting it to expose his stomach. Draco shivered as the cold air rushed underneath the cloth. The drunken man heaved himself against the helpless boy, his erection grinding into Draco's groin.
Before Draco knew it, the man had spun him around so that his chest was pressed firmly against the wall so his attacker was bearing down on him from behind. Draco squirmed. Apparently the man did not like all the movement because he banged Draco's head into the stone wall causing a small trickle of blood to seep down his forehead. A sharp pain ran through Draco's head and if the man hadn't had his hands tied around his wrists he would surely have been on the floor, but he would rather have been on the floor then like this.
A hand slid underneath his boxers cupping his ass and digging nails into the soft flesh. Draco yelped, but was quickly discouraged by a hard thrust into the wall. The Slytherin was beginning to become really dizzy and the world seemed to fade together.
All together the fabric of his pants slide down and Draco squeezed his eyes shut for the pain that was about to come. A loud crack sound was heard behind him then the grip on his wrists was lost and he fell to the floor on his side. Draco carefully opened his eyes now seeing not one shadow, but two, except one was towering over the other who was laying on the floor.
Draco watched as the second shadow grabbed the one on the floor and picked it up, slamming it against the wall in a blast of fury. A low moan came from the one who was now being attacked. The attacker was continuously slamming the other into the wall occasionally striking it across the face or in the stomach with one fist holding the man up with the other. Then the new attacker chucked the beaten man to the ground, leaving him lying there, coughing for air.
Draco curled up into a protective ball not being able to tell who was who anymore. A soft hand rested on his shoulders and he looked up, still not being able to tell who.
"Are you ok, Draco?" the soft voice whispered.
Draco could recognize that sweet velvet voice anywhere, "Harry?"
"Are you hurt?" Harry's voice was a little shaky and anxious.
"No, I'm ok," Draco coughed. His body began to shake all over in shock.
Harry slid Draco's pants back up and covered him more with his cloak. He gently picked up the Slytherin, cradling him in his arms. Draco leaned into Harry, closing his eyes. Harry stood up and looked up and down the corridor. In the window, Harry could see the slightest light on the horizon giving way for the sun. Harry looked at the body at which he hopefully had beaten to a pulp and kicked him one last time for good measures, getting a satisfyingly painful grunt from the man. He started walking back to the Slytherin dungeons when something black caught his eye. He bent his knees down to take a look and found Draco's wand. Carefully, he shifted Draco so he could pick up the wand and placed it into the rim of his pants where his should have occupied had he not been in too much of a rush to grab it. It's a good thing he didn't have it, otherwise that man would have more likely been dead then just beaten severely.
Harry embraced the shaking boy firmly in his arms making his way to the dormitory and up to Draco's room. He thanked God that no Slytherins were up this early. Seeing that Draco had fallen asleep in his arms, he rested him on his bed, but before he could cover him he began to shake. Draco opened his eyes and Harry could see they were really red.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked softly.
"J-Just f-fine," Draco stuttered.
Harry had never seen Draco like this before. Honestly, it scared him how much the boy had changed. He was like a small child. Tears began to well up in the Slytherin's eyes, but he blinked them away. Harry could tell he was trying not to cry.
"Come here," Harry coaxed.
Draco crawled the few inches into Harry's lap. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco protectively. He began to rub his back soothingly.
"Go ahead and cry," Harry whispered.
"Malfoys don't cry," Draco murmured into Harry's chest.
"And who says?"
"Father."
"Look, Draco," Harry lowered two fingers under Draco's chin and raised his head to look into his eyes, "I don't know about your father, but you are a human and I know you are capable of human emotions. You already showed that to me. You can cry, Draco."
Harry didn't need to say anything else. Draco clung onto Harry and cried himself to sleep in his arms.
*Cold darkness. An endless void of black nothingness. Deadly silence begins to scream, waiting to yet be disturbed.
Draco's tired eyes took on his new surroundings quickly, looking for a way to escape. There was none. His eyes moved back and forth rapidly, trusting nothing.
A panicky thought entered his mind, 'Where's Harry?'
Right in front of him a slow shadow began to emerge. Draco squinted his eyes not even daring to breathe. The figure came into full view.
"Father?" Draco squeaked, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to get what is mine," the malicious in his voice rolled off his tongue sending shivers up Draco's spine.
"What?"
"Don't play stupid with me boy!" Lucius's voice echoes in his ears, "Your allegiance to my Lord."
The hair on the back of Draco's neck stands up, "No."
Lucius's eyes narrow, "What did you say?"
"I said no," Draco barely whispered.
The older man reddened in anger, "You do not have a choice. You either serve or I kill you now."
Draco flinched. He knows his father will murder him if he refuses. Draco stared at his father who is waiting impatiently, scowling at him for good measures. If he wants to save his own skin he'll have to join. But something is stopping him.
'Harry,' Draco's eyes glaze over. What would Harry say if he joined Voldemort? Draco shook his head; he knew exactly what he would say. Draco didn't want to think about it.
"I do not accept," Draco stated loud and clear.
Lucius's eyes went into a hatred stare; flames threatening to start in the pupils, "Then you are neither my son nor any use to me." He raised his wand at Draco, "Crucio."
Draco tried to grab for his wand, but found it gone. The spell hit him dead- center in his chest. The shear force knocked him to the ground as his muscles involuntarily began to twitch. An explosion of pain ran throughout his body screaming into his mind. Draco squeezed his eyes tight fighting the pain. His body was on fire, each nerve cell being burnt in fiery hatred. Sweat glistened off his forehead and trickled down his nose and eyebrows stinging his eyes. Draco opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't. His throat muscles began to tighten and he could barely breathe. He coughed, forcing air into his burning lungs. All at once, the severity of the pain diminished, but a menacing laughter rang into his ears. Draco gulped at the much-needed oxygen.
He opened his eyes and stared right into his father's. Not a trace of emotion could be seen. Draco coughed again, but slowly raised himself off of the ground not wanting to give his father the full satisfaction he wanted. His legs trembled and his knees threatened to buckle, but he stood firm. He was helpless without his wand. There was nothing he could do.
Lucius sneered, "Pathetic. How could I have ever called you my son?"
Draco stayed quiet trying to block out the words and concentrating more on keeping the pain locked away in his mind.
His father's eyes began to shine, "See you in Hell. Avada Kedavra!"
A blinding flash of green light started spiraling toward Draco. He felt the full force hit him and everything faded to darkness.*
Draco shot up in bed looking around him dazed and confused. His breath was irregular and sweat dripped down his forehead. He exhaled when he found himself in his room. Draco looked over his left shoulder to see Harry cuddled into the sheets sound asleep with a faint hint of a smile on his lips.
Draco steadied his breathing trying not to disturb the boy beside him. He felt himself shaking all over. He needed to get out, just for a moment. Carefully, Draco slid the covers off of him, grabbed his wand, and silently walked to his closet. He grabbed a cloak and slipped it on shoving his feet into a pair of shoes. In that Slytherin way of his, Draco walked out of the door without a sound.
His knees were shaking and weak from pain, but he ignored it. He needed some air. Sneaking through the shadows the moon cascaded inside the castle, Draco snuck outside into the cold, crisp air. Wisps of white frost floated out of his nose blending into the night. Everything was quiet except for a small breeze that floated over the grounds ever now and then.
Draco walked slowly toward the lake standing at the bank. The moon's beam shone down into the water reflecting into his eyes. He walked over to the tree behind him and sat back against the trunk closing his eyes. The teasing breeze blew through his hair sending a lock down into his face. Draco brushed it away effortlessly.
That dream, it seemed so real. He had felt the pain, seen the cruelty in the eyes of the man he was forced to call his father. He had been so certain he was going to die, then, he just, woke up. It was just a dream.
The wind carried over the lake sending small ripples to lap against the bank. Draco tightened the cloak around him as goosebumps rose on his arms. He inhaled deeply sending a cold shock into his lungs. It felt so good to be outside after being in bed for the past few days.
Draco yawned and moved to get up. Leaning against the tree trunk he lifted himself up. His legs were shaking a little, but he quickly jerked his legs straight stopping the trembling. He walked back inside and snuck into the dungeons.
Halfway to his dormitory Draco started to hear footsteps behind him. Quiet at first, but they seemed to be coming closer. Draco halted and spun around. Nothing, just an empty corridor. He continued to walk, but again he started to hear footsteps behind him. It really didn't bother him; he had his wand after all. When he heard the footsteps again he drew out his wand keeping it in his hand.
The footsteps echoed off the empty walls and just as they were right behind him Draco spun around raising his wand ready to strike. His attacker was faster, his wrist felt sudden pain and he was forced to let go of his wand. He heard it drop to the floor, then kicked somewhere in the distance. Someone grabbed him by the throat and threw him up against the wall making his head bang against the stone.
Draco desperately tried to fight back, but he was too weak for his overpowering aggressor who quickly got the upper hand. Draco felt one hand hold both of his wrists over his head letting the blood drain from his arms. He tried to kick upward, but his attacker stopped him with his own leg.
Draco tried to shout, but as soon as his mouth opened two lips came crashing down on his in a powerful kiss. A tongue forced its way into his mouth and Draco had the sudden urge to throw up. Instead he bit down as hard as he could sending his attacker's lips fleeing for a moment.
"Ow you mozzer fusser," a highly slurred, husky voice whispered into his ear, "Cooperate and this-s will be over before you know-s it."
The stench of strong alcohol whipped at Draco's nose. He was starting to panic. He was going to be raped by a drunk without the energy to fight back.
Draco strained to see who was holding him against the wall, but a shadow had stubbornly planted itself on his attacker's face, refusing to move.
Draco gasped as a cold hand moved under his shirt and up toward his chest.
"What?" the husky voice whispered, "Don't like that?"
"Let go of me," Draco struggled trying to get free.
The drunken voice laughed viciously, "I don't think so."
The lips came crashing back onto Draco's, demanding domination. Draco squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, but he was too weak. The extra hand slowly moved from Draco's chest to above the rim of his pants tracing the elastic with his finger.
Draco tensed, "Stop."
The assaulter moved his lips from Draco's mouth to under his earlobe. Giving up when Draco wouldn't keep his head still, he moved to nipping at the blonde's neck leaving faint traces of red marks behind. Slowly, he licked his way back up to Draco's jaw, outlining it in small kisses.
Draco twisted his head trying to shout, but found lips crashing to his once more, silencing his pleas for help. The hand that was tracing above the elastic slowly began to move underneath it. A finger explored the tip of his boxers and the hand plunged over his thigh scratching at it with fingernails.
Draco shivered under the cold, hard touch. He shut his eyes trying to free his mind from his body, trying to rid the feeling of the unwanted touches, but they wouldn't leave. His attacker was torturing him slowly.
The hand removed itself from his pants and went back underneath his shirt, lifting it to expose his stomach. Draco shivered as the cold air rushed underneath the cloth. The drunken man heaved himself against the helpless boy, his erection grinding into Draco's groin.
Before Draco knew it, the man had spun him around so that his chest was pressed firmly against the wall so his attacker was bearing down on him from behind. Draco squirmed. Apparently the man did not like all the movement because he banged Draco's head into the stone wall causing a small trickle of blood to seep down his forehead. A sharp pain ran through Draco's head and if the man hadn't had his hands tied around his wrists he would surely have been on the floor, but he would rather have been on the floor then like this.
A hand slid underneath his boxers cupping his ass and digging nails into the soft flesh. Draco yelped, but was quickly discouraged by a hard thrust into the wall. The Slytherin was beginning to become really dizzy and the world seemed to fade together.
All together the fabric of his pants slide down and Draco squeezed his eyes shut for the pain that was about to come. A loud crack sound was heard behind him then the grip on his wrists was lost and he fell to the floor on his side. Draco carefully opened his eyes now seeing not one shadow, but two, except one was towering over the other who was laying on the floor.
Draco watched as the second shadow grabbed the one on the floor and picked it up, slamming it against the wall in a blast of fury. A low moan came from the one who was now being attacked. The attacker was continuously slamming the other into the wall occasionally striking it across the face or in the stomach with one fist holding the man up with the other. Then the new attacker chucked the beaten man to the ground, leaving him lying there, coughing for air.
Draco curled up into a protective ball not being able to tell who was who anymore. A soft hand rested on his shoulders and he looked up, still not being able to tell who.
"Are you ok, Draco?" the soft voice whispered.
Draco could recognize that sweet velvet voice anywhere, "Harry?"
"Are you hurt?" Harry's voice was a little shaky and anxious.
"No, I'm ok," Draco coughed. His body began to shake all over in shock.
Harry slid Draco's pants back up and covered him more with his cloak. He gently picked up the Slytherin, cradling him in his arms. Draco leaned into Harry, closing his eyes. Harry stood up and looked up and down the corridor. In the window, Harry could see the slightest light on the horizon giving way for the sun. Harry looked at the body at which he hopefully had beaten to a pulp and kicked him one last time for good measures, getting a satisfyingly painful grunt from the man. He started walking back to the Slytherin dungeons when something black caught his eye. He bent his knees down to take a look and found Draco's wand. Carefully, he shifted Draco so he could pick up the wand and placed it into the rim of his pants where his should have occupied had he not been in too much of a rush to grab it. It's a good thing he didn't have it, otherwise that man would have more likely been dead then just beaten severely.
Harry embraced the shaking boy firmly in his arms making his way to the dormitory and up to Draco's room. He thanked God that no Slytherins were up this early. Seeing that Draco had fallen asleep in his arms, he rested him on his bed, but before he could cover him he began to shake. Draco opened his eyes and Harry could see they were really red.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked softly.
"J-Just f-fine," Draco stuttered.
Harry had never seen Draco like this before. Honestly, it scared him how much the boy had changed. He was like a small child. Tears began to well up in the Slytherin's eyes, but he blinked them away. Harry could tell he was trying not to cry.
"Come here," Harry coaxed.
Draco crawled the few inches into Harry's lap. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco protectively. He began to rub his back soothingly.
"Go ahead and cry," Harry whispered.
"Malfoys don't cry," Draco murmured into Harry's chest.
"And who says?"
"Father."
"Look, Draco," Harry lowered two fingers under Draco's chin and raised his head to look into his eyes, "I don't know about your father, but you are a human and I know you are capable of human emotions. You already showed that to me. You can cry, Draco."
Harry didn't need to say anything else. Draco clung onto Harry and cried himself to sleep in his arms.