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This is my first attempt at a fanfic. This part hints at some disturbing things in Draco's past, so if you don't think you can handle it, leave now. Please Read and Review, so I'll know what you think.

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By: WhyteRoze28

Chapter Two

As they arrived in front of the hidden door, Harry stopped, and turned to Draco. "Now, all you need to do is concentrate on what you need, and ... the room of requirements will provide. Just pace back and forth a few times."

As the two boys paced, their minds on what they wanted, the doorway began to materialize. After it had solidified, they went inside.

Harry stopped, amazed. He had seen the room before... had in fact taught a class here, but it had looked completely different then. Even Draco was a little surprised that it had really changed like Harry had said it would.

The walls were hung with black velvet, which should have given the room a gloomy feeling. But there were intricately filigreed golden candelabras set up at seemingly random intervals around the room. They had white and silver candlesticks in them.

There was a roaring fire in the hearth, and a rug made out of some sort of iridescent fur. But the biggest surprise was the large four-poster bed that dominated the room.

It was hung with black silk drapes, each interwoven with emerald, silver, scarlet and gold Chinese dragons. There were runes carved all over the bed's frame and posts. If Harry remembered right, they were to give the occupant a pleasant sleep. And black silk sheets, and bedding.

Draco had recovered from his own surprise, and was wandering around the room, surveying everything. Obviously making sure that things were in place. Then he looked at Harry. "Well, P... Harry," he said, tripping a little on the name, "What do you think?"

Harry shook his head. "It's amazing," he replied. "How on Earth did you ever think of something this... beautiful?"

Draco narrowed his eyes again, and then replied. "It's my room, Harry. I thought this might be the perfect setting for this."

Harry stared at the blonde. "Y... Your room? As in the one back at your house? Your... bedroom?" He gulped as the implications of that hit him. Draco wanted to fuck him that was obvious... but in his personal bedroom? Maybe he had feelings for Harry after all.

"Well, obviously a copy, but still..." he trailed off. "I can't believe it actually brought me here."

"Well, I guess we should... um..." Harry was at a loss for words.

All of a sudden, Malfoy was back. He glared at Harry, who gulped. "Well, well, Potter. It seems you have some idea of what I wanted this room for, hmmm?"

As Harry nodded, he smiled. "Well then, let's get to it. Strip."

Harry's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he began to comply. He pulled off the school robes, and tie. Then he began to remove his clothing. He had the shirt, shoes, and socks off, and was unfastening the pants, when Malfoy moved over to stand beside him.

As Harry bent down to pull the jeans off, Malfoy slapped him on the ass... hard. Harry whirled around. Malfoy only grinned.

Then he began moving, herding Harry towards the bed. And as Harry got closer, he saw something he hadn't seen before. Wrist and ankle restraints.

"Curious, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. They've been on my bed since I was ten. Since the first time I began to question my father's loyalty to Voldemort."

As Harry looked up at him, he nodded. "Yes, I wondered aloud whether his was the right side to take, and my father had these installed that very night." He picked up one of the cuffs at the head of the bed, and slipped it onto Harry's wrist, still talking.

"That was the first time he ever beat me. But, of course, it wasn't the last. And, of course, the chains weren't only reserved for beatings."

Harry stared. 'Surely he couldn't mean..."

Malfoy nodded again, as he adjusted the next cuff. "Absolutely true. After that first whipping, which I wasn't allowed to be dressed for, because it's so easy to stuff clothes so you won't get hurt, he forced himself on me, and all I could do was lie there and take it."

He watched Harry's face as he slid downwards, pausing to hook his thumbs under the waistband of Harry's boxers, and slide them off his legs.

"Don't worry, Potter. I'm not my father. I wouldn't dream of raping you. This is going to be completely by your asking. Almost..."

With that, he hooked the remaining restraints to Harry's ankles, and stood up. "Be right back," he said, and walked over to another corner of the room, where Harry couldn't see him.

'Oh man, what have I gotten myself into?' Harry wondered.