Disclaimer: Dont own Harry Potter because im currently trying to get something way more conteversal published. (That has more gay stuff in it then Harry Potter ever will)

A/N My grammar is horrible, i know ;.; I just realized today how horrible : I need to work on that part...well ignore the errors if you really mind :P I dont have a Beta and am to lazy to get one. Cherry0214, your review just made my day last night :P Jill4, no Draco would never rape Harry in my sick mind...just attack him and ravish him :D Thanx again reviewers, makes me happy to know people read this..stuff that comes out of my bloody head. To much of a long A/N damnit x.x

The rapers identy is revealed and im not to happy with who it is but..eh its what i came up with x.x So cliche its almost funny to me...okay on with the story and away with my ramblings

Harry had a good reason to not make it to his room that night; he fell asleep on the bathroom floor. Exhausted form everything that had been happening he had foolishly let his guard down, and it was a mistake he wish he had not made. For right now he was in the arms of HIM.

"Oh Harry, I missed you a lot, been so long since I felt your tight entrance around my cock" Were his silky words that made Harry start to sob, wishing he could scream out for help, but no one was there to help him, not this time.

"Stop crying Harry, it'll be alright. I promise you it'll be great!" He said entirely to enthusiastically. Harry just wished he could melt into the floor, what had he EVER done to deserve this?

How does he find me? Harry wondered, wishing he could stop crying but he knew something, he couldn't fight anymore, he just couldn't. He was weak, against this boy he was just nothing, a mere cricket that could be stomped on at his will.

Harry felt his pants pushed down again and his shirt torn off. He cried harder wishing the boy would stop; he then felt a smack on his bottom. "Stop crying Harry" Was the command; one Harry wished he could listen to for once.

Harry knew his boxers were gone, and that what was to happen to next would be immense pain. He wanted to be anywhere in here, hell he'd even want to be in Snape's class 24/7 if it meant he could get away from HIM.

Then Harry heard the bathroom door open, and felt the boy behind him tense up and say "shit". Harry could only think 'Help, please make him stop!' Harry felt the boy behind him pull away, growling as he tried to grab some clothes.

"What the fuck Boot?" Came the harsh words, but they were Harry's freedom.

"Malfoy, you interrupted..." Terry Boot started but Harry started to break down and cry in a heap of flesh. He glared at the heap but was receiving a dead icy glare from Malfoy.

"By the looks of it I saved Potter's arse from your perverse ways Boot" Malfoy said coldly. "I would get out of here if I were you."

"Fine Malfoy, but he's mine, he likes it" Boot said, before walking out quickly into the cold corridor. Harry cried harder just knowing he was found naked and ashamed, weak and pathetic.

"Potter, what the hell was happening here?" Malfoy said, taking in the clothes thrown over the bathroom floor. Harry looked up at him with teary eyes.

"None of your business! It's nothing, just leave me alone! YOU AND THE REST OF THIS FUCKING WORLD!" Harry screamed, bolting for his clothes and dressing as quick as possible with shaky limbs and recovering from crying.

"Potter for fucks sake, don't tell me you let him do that to you, by the way your acting..." But Harry cut him off at that moment.

"IT NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, MERLINS BEARD IS IT TO MUCH TO ASK TO BE ALONE?" Harry raged, tears of his anger flowing down his cheeks.

"Potter it's my business if your being raped, you obliviously can't stand up to him" Malfoy said calmly, glaring at the git in front of him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry screamed, pushing past Malfoy and bolting down the corridor. He didn't want to face the truth, but it was true, he could not stand up to Boot. He was weak, he was useless, and he was...

Being tackled down by one furious blonde. "Potter I don't care how much you want to be left alone. Think about this for Merlin's beard, Boot won't stop until you fight him, and others could be endangered by your fucking silence. Now if you don't tell one of the teachers I WILL TELL SNAPE!" He yelled into Harry's ear, who was sobbing because he didn't want to do anything but hide.

Harry glared at Malfoy like nothing had ever changed and he was still the same Harry he had always been. "Get off of me."

Malfoy glared at him. "Fine, just think about that before I nail it to your head with a sledge hammer." Malfoy growled letting Harry go and getting up, walking away noisily. Harry didn't care if he had pissed Malfoy off; Malfoy had pissed him off enough already today.

Harry walked to the window he had been at the week before, and looked out at the moon wishing he could get Malfoy's words out of his head so he could go on with his sulking. 'I'm the boy who lived, I should be able to fight him off, but Boot's so strong, he'll kill me or worse, rape me again!' Harry fought the inner turmoil with standing up to Boot.

'I'll show Malfoy, he doesn't scare me, I don't need his fucking help!" Harry screamed inwardly, his anger growing by the minute, giving him the courage he had lost so long ago. Malfoy seemed to have that affect on him.

In the morning he made his decision. He wasn't going to lie down and hide, because Malfoy would get what he wanted, for Harry to fail. Harry wouldn't give that git the satisfaction of knowing what had happened, and he would not let Malfoy taunt him for being weak!

But that didn't mean he wanted to stand up to Boot, he would rather hide from Boot for the rest of his bloody life. If Boot died Harry would never mourn him, he would be glad that the monster had left this world for good. But Boot wasn't going to die anytime soon, that much Harry knew.

Ron, Ginny, and Hermione stared at Harry who was currently glaring maliciously at Malfoy. "Mate, don't you think he'll die in time without you glaring at him?" Ron asked timidly, afraid of what was happening to Harry.

"Not if I can help it, I'd love to be the cause of his death right now!" Harry burst out, saying more then he had in weeks. Hermione took this as a good sign, if a bit ugly seeing as Harry was out for murder. "Don't know which one to start with, Boot or Malfoy" Harry muttered under his breath.

When Harry sauntered into the common room that morning, it had been like an explosion of relief, anger, and worry from his friends. He didn't tell them much, because he was still unsure of what to do about Boot, but he noticed for the first time in weeks how gaunt and thing he looked. He looked like a twig, no matter everyone had been worrying about him.

Now here he was at breakfast, eating a bit of an apple, sending death glares Malfoy's way. Harry avoided looking over at the Ravenclaw table, he was sure Boot would get him before he was expelled. He didn't want to do something about Boot, Harry was too scared.

But Malfoy, he was another story. Harry could glare, fight and threaten the blonde all he wanted and never be afraid of him. He was too familiar with Malfoy to be scared of him. But Boot was another thing entirely, one who wanted to rape him over and over again until he laid bleeding and crying, and if he wasn't scared who the hell could not be scared of that?

"Harry?" Ginny asked. Harry looked away from his glaring at the girl.

"Yes Gin?" He asked, surprising everyone with a somewhat calm answer for once.

"What's that on your neck?" Ginny asked, pointing to Harry's neck.

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