After Lucius heard Draco confirm his loyalty to him, he grinned quite slyly. Without letting another moment pass, his father leaned down beside Draco. "You've said that once before, haven't you? How am I to know that you're telling the truth?"

"I promise..." Draco replied, his voice quiet and his gaze lingering toward the wall. He noticed that Harry was still experiencing the effects of the Veritaserum; his eyes were fogged over in that dreamy way. Draco swallowed again.

Then he felt his father lean over more, above him, with one of his hands placed on the ground in order to keep him hovering. His breath swept closely over his ear. "There's still the problem of Potter, however. What shall I do with him?"

Draco's throat seized up for a second or two, not knowing if his father was already going back on his word. He had said that he wouldn't do anything to either of them, and that meant everything.

"You'll let him go," Draco said softly. He turned his head to face his father, and then saw how dangerously close he was. Draco tried inching away, but he didn't move but a centimeter.

"Will I now?" Lucius questioned, his voice lowering to a whisper. "I changed my mind about leaving you both alone. One of you needs punishment, especially if you've been associating with eachother." Lucius shook his head lightly, as if disappointed that his son would result to such low behavior.

Draco felt his stomach clench as his father looked down at him, looking as serious as ever. Draco should've known that he was lying, or that he'd have something extra in for them. That sick feeling returned; he'd been relieved a moment ago, thinking that things had gone by amazingly easy. Easier than what he'd expected, that was. But now...

"What do you mean? You said you'd leave us alone. We made an agreement!" Draco looked at his father, his eyes burning. He struggled more to get away from him, but the man grabbed his legs to prevent him from going any further.

"I know... but aren't agreements between Death Eaters broken?" Lucius stared back at him, not looking at all sorry for what he was doing. He looked like he was bloody enjoying himself. "It won't be as bad as you think, Draco..."

"YES IT WILL! GET OFF OF ME! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DO THIS!" Draco cried. He tried lifting his legs to kick his father back, but that proved impossible to do; a stronger hand was holding down his legs.

"Then I suppose it'll be Harry who receives the punishment then?" Lucius inquired, his eyes shifting slowly over to Harry, who had his eyes closed.

"DON'T YOU DARE! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! YOU'RE A LIAR!" Draco screamed. He was trying to make as much noise as possible. Maybe it'd get to his father, though he doubted it would. He began thrashing about; this was going far beyond what he wanted.

"Then you'll obey me!" Lucius roared. "If you make one move to resist, I'll make sure that Potter's experience will be much more painful!"

Immediately, Draco stopped thrashing about. He fell almost lifeless against the floor, his head tilting back onto the floor as he tried regulating his uneven breathing. His throat felt sore and the binds around his wrists and ankles were digging into his skin. He knew that the only solution to this was succumbing to his father... but he just...

God, he couldn't stand the idea of Harry getting hurt the way he had.

As much as he'd rather strangle himself than let his father take advantage of him again, that wasn't quite possible at this point, and so Draco blinked back a few tears, looking heatedly up at his father. "Fine. Fuck me. I don't care."

His gaze wandered to the side, trying to make himself as calm as possible in a situation like this. Though calm was the furthest thing he'd be able to reach, and he didn't think he ever would. He was hoping that he could think of being somewhere else again... somewhere where he wouldn't concentrate so much on the pain...

He could see Blaise looking at him and his father with a slightly stricken expression. His eyes were wide. Draco knew that Blaise hadn't believed him when he said his father raped him, but now... he was sure that the boy believed it. The truth was right in front of his face, and he could even watch if he felt like it.

Draco closed his eyes, his head turning back around to face the ceiling. He could hear his father talking, but he was barely listening.

"It's good that you're finally listening... just remember what I told you... resist and I hurt Potter... you're such a well-behaved boy..."

And then he felt his father kneeling down over him. He felt his lips being forced onto his, his tongue deeming what he thought was his and only his, his teeth and tongue marking their way across his neck. He felt the hands that moved beneath his shirt, teasing and taunting and moving so dangerously slow. He felt the burning feeling in his chest; the helpless feeling that someone got when they were here, having this done to them, but couldn't do one thing about it.

He felt his father whispering small compliments, followed by much more sultry, sick words. He felt a pair of lips traveling along his chest. He felt his body arching up into the other, determined not to react to anything he was feeling. His eyes were closed the entire time; his teeth biting his lip hard enough to reach the point of tasting blood in his mouth.

His father's hands worked their way downward, slipping down his bottoms and the fabric separating himself from what he wanted the most. Draco felt a cold hand wrap around him, and he let out a faint, helpless gasp. A few more tears ran down the sides of his face.

Harry... I'm sorry... please don't hate me for giving in again... he thought desperately.

That hand began working in forward and down movements, moving faster and harder as Draco's breathing quickened; he didn't think he could breathe anymore. When he felt himself ready to do exactly what was wanted of him... to release himself to his father, the hand stopped. He felt his father's slight panting ghosting across his face.

"You have naughty friends, Draco..." Lucius whispered, "Watching us."

Draco stayed silent, swallowing back the short cry that was trying hard to escape between his lips. He heard a small shuffling of fabric, and before he could prepare himself, he felt his father push into him, using as much force as possible. Draco couldn't help but cry out; he just about screamed. It hurt... it hurt so bad...

And it hurt even more as his father thrust in and out of him, faster and harder, just like his hand. He let out a pained cry each time; he was burning all over, crying and wishing that it would all just end. He'd rather have died than have this done to him. He'd rather have died before putting Harry in the presence of his father... or anything else this bad. He hadn't known that this was going to end up happening.

The pace quickened, and Draco felt his body lifting from the floor each time. He could hear the sound of his father, and his soft groans of pleasure. He suddenly felt like vomiting, but it just wouldn't come up. He could see black dots dancing in front of his eyes.

It ended quickly, yet felt like much too long. He came into his father's hand, which had been working him while continuing with each violent push. And then he felt his father erupt inside of him, and that's when he felt the edges of unconsciousness threaten him. He didn't feel his father leave him, though, and instead heard the man breathing heavily over him.

Moments later, struggling with his breathing and bleeding in places only he could guess, he turned his head to open his eyes wearily toward Harry. As he tried to blink back the blurriness and the blackness, he made out a figure sitting with their legs pulled to their chest, their head buried in their knees. They were rocking back and forth, short cries coming from within those arms. "Draco... oh god...god...god...I'm so sorry..."

Harry was awake, and he suddenly knew that his father had known; he had Blaise keep the boy still and quiet enough, using whatever way possible. Whatever way that would keep Draco from noticing.

"I'm s-sorry..." Draco whispered, barely able to get those two words out.

It was the last thing Draco said before he felt himself give into the darkness.