Disclaimer: You know what, I'm just gonna stop posting these damn things. They're fucking annoying and all I ever do is repeat myself. I mean, OBVIOUSLY this isn't mine! If I was J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't be writing bad slash. Okay, I'm done.

A/N: I'm sorry I missed a day but I just cannot write good chapters in one day, so expect my updates to a bit longer from now on. Hopefully the chapters will be of better quality now. Warning! There is a rape scene in this chapter, fairly graphic. Skip the italics if you don't want to read it. I am sorry if I offend someone.

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"Fuck, Draco, I love it when you scream!" gasped Lucius. Draco shut his mouth and bit his lips so hard blood dribbled down his chin.

The only sounds in the room were the sickening thud of flesh pounding into flesh, Draco's whimpers, and Lucius' moans.

"Scream for me," Lucius whispered, his breath ragged, into Draco's ear. Draco shook his head and black spots before his eyes. He should have passed out from the pain and blood loss long ago, but his father had cast a spell on him.

"I said scream for me, whore!" Lucius moaned, and drove himself even harder into Draco's tight ass. Scream after scream was torn from Draco's mouth as fast as he could draw breath. Jesus fucking Christ there was no worse pain than this, no spell alive that could break anyone more effectively.

And the blood, the blood, it was staining the sheets, covering Draco's cold and beaten body, dripping off of Lucius' sweat covered body. Why the fuck was there so much blood? Draco wondered, until the final thrust of agony ended his thoughts, and there was silence.

Lucius pulled himself out of Draco, and he was covered in blood. He smacked Draco on the ass and fell panting on the stained sheets.

"Come here, Draco," he said, when his breathing had slowed.

"I can't, Father," Draco whispered.

His father frowned and dragged him over, Draco too hurt and in too much pain to even make any noise but a small moan.

Lucius Malfoy pulled out a small silver dagger, like one you might open letters for. He drove the blade into Draco's back and slashed across. The blood poured out, but not all of it. For there was a long, thin tongue lapping it up like a kitten might drink milk.

Then his father lowered his lips to it and bit the nerves and the veins. Draco made a sound that would send goose-bumps over anyone's skin. It was high and drawn out and had everything to do with pain.

Lucius lowered his face to his son's, making sure he could see him. He gave a feral grin, teeth bloodstained and crimson liquid smeared all around his mouth. Then he attacked Draco's mouth. If Draco had any strength left, he would have been disgusted. But he was a whore, and he deserved it. He must deserve it. Why else would his father do it?

His mouth twisted in disgust. His father tasted of pain and the bittersweet taste of blood. Yes, he needed to be punished. No one ever told him he did anything right, after all, so he must do everything wrong.
Then Harry walked in. "Draco, why are you letting him do that to you?" he said, disgust clear in his voice.

"I -" Draco whimpered, but his voice died to nothing.

"What?" Harry came closer. "I can't hear you, Draco."

Draco tried to shout it out, but his voice was gone.

Then Harry's dark hair was suddenly a long white-blond, and his kind green eyes were silver and carried a maniacal glint.

"You stupid slut," Harry whispered.

And Draco woke up. There was sweat covering his skinny body and he was curled into a tiny ball. His face was tear streaked and he felt so unclean, like the blood still dripped down his thighs.

"Harry," Draco whispered. "I'm so sorry."

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"No one's ever going to believe you, Potter." Voldemort got up and pulled on his robe. "You've lost, the good has failed.

"You're such a failure, Harry, but damn are you a good fuck." His laughter followed him, echoing in his ears, mocking him……

Harry gasped and sat right up. Something was missing. What was missing? He looked wildly around the room and there was only an empty bed. Empty bed….Draco was gone. Harry remembered now.

Harry swore viciously through his tears. Fuck! The nightmares are back. He needed Draco. Warm, soft, understanding, beautiful, Draco. Draco who brought out the best in him, Draco who let him forget but not ignore what had happened to him. Draco….

No one knew that Voldemort had taken Harry to Lucius Malfoy's house and raped him before the battle. All the more reason to hate Lucius. Lucius who had watched and laughed, laughed like it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Damn him, damn him to hell.

And when he had come back to Hogwarts, he had told no one. Because who the fuck would believe him? No one. After all, Harry Potter-the-great always wanted attention. Why shouldn't he make up sob stories?

Harry had to get Draco back. It would kill both of them, one way or another. When they were together, everything was safe, secure, and hope had a new meaning. The nightmares stopped and life was almost bearable.

When they were apart, the nightmares came back and hope went away. And Harry just couldn't lose another person. Not like his friends, this one he had to save. Save him and keep him.

It was a long while before Harry could sleep again.

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A/N: yes, it's short. But tomorrow I hope to post yet another chapter. And this one tells you many things. It shows that Draco and Harry really can't live without each other, it tells you something that happened to Harry, and it gives you an idea of what happened to poor Draco.