When Draco woke up, he opened his eyes slowly. Purposefully, because he wasn't sure if he wanted to look at what could be greeting him. There could be Harry, sitting there looking as miserable as he had before he fell unconscious. There could be Blaise looking at him as if he thought Draco was the most revolting person he'd ever seen; his opinion of Lucius was sure not to change. After all, the man was the superior one, at least in Blaise's eyes.

He didn't think he could stand the sight of his father either. Especially if he was sitting in that chair, looking as calm and composed as before, smirking over at him. He wouldn't be able to take it; this was the third time his father had done this to him.

And that's when it all came flooding back to him, as if trying to catch him off guard. The pain, the humiliation... it hit him so hard that he had to close his eyes to try and force it back. His body was aching all over again; he felt sweaty, hot, and dirty and it was absolutely disgusting.

His stomach finally seemed to not be able to take it anymore. With a groan, he tried standing up. He felt that there was a wall behind him, and guessed that someone must've propped him up there. His bottoms were back on as well, and for that he was thankful. He managed to push his back up against the wall, using his legs to push him up into a standing position.

Eyes blinked around the room again, and he still seemed to be seeing everything blurry. "I think I'm going to throw up..." He said weakly. His head tilted downward, and then he heard someone speak up quickly.

"Crabbe, hurry, get him in the hallway!"

Draco felt a pair of strong arms dragging him quickly down the corridor. He was pushed forward rather roughly, but managed not to tip over. That's when he felt himself cough up whatever nourishment he managed to eat before coming here. Luckily, nothing got onto himself. He then fell onto his knees, coughing up the rest. He could hear people moving around in the room behind him.

Once he felt like he was finished, he leaned backward on his knees, breathing quietly and steadily. His eyes were closed again. The sick feeling was passing, but the pain was strong enough to keep him just as ill. "I'm done," Draco mumbled.

The hands were back to pull him away from the floor. He was pushed along the corridor quickly, trying not to stumble. A hand had him roughly by his upper arm. It wasn't long before he was back in the circular room, and he noticed that his vision had come back to him.

He spotted his father sitting where he had suspected, in that chair, although his back was facing him and there was a table in front of him. Draco guessed that it had been conjured up. Blaise and Goyle were sitting against one of the walls, furthest away from him, and Crabbe was soon bustling back over to join them. Blaise began talking to them in low voices.

Another swift scan around the room let Draco take in that Harry sitting close by where he was standing. He was still tied up, and the piece of cloth was back between his teeth. His back was propped up against the wall as Draco had been when he'd woken up. Harry was awake too, and his eyes were staring bleakly up at Draco; he looked exhausted, terrified, and strangely dismal. Draco felt his throat close up painfully again.

A quick side glance was given to his father, who he observed until he was sure that he was busy writing something down on a piece of long parchment, his head bent over the table. And when Draco was sure that his father wasn't looking this way quite yet, he got down on his knees, beginning to move as easily as he could toward Harry. He managed to get close enough to sit beside him; he leaned tiredly his back tiredly against the wall. Harry turned his head to stare at him, looking scared.

"Harry..." Draco started softly, his voice nearly inaudible. He couldn't have any of them hear him, though he was sure one of them had to be aware. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to let him do that... he just... he threatened to do things to you..."

Draco swallowed heavily, and could feel himself breaking apart again. He looked to the floor, but noticed Harry's eyes beginning to tear up as he did so. He eventually grew panicked himself, and not just because he'd be in trouble for being caught beside Harry at this moment. It was because of his father, and if he had done anything to Harry while he was unaware...

"Did he do anything to you?" Draco asked quickly. His eyes locked onto Harry, his eyes pleading for an answer. A strange sort of fear began building up inside of him.

Harry's head moved downward, and he shook his head slowly. His knees were drawn up to his chest; he refused to look up at Draco. "Please, don't lie to me if he did," Draco said, his tone shaking.

"I didn't," someone suddenly said. Draco's head whipped to the side to see that his father was looking at them from over the chair. His face was once again quite solemn.

Draco's eyes narrowed. The remembrance of saying that he'd be joining his father didn't occur to him at the moment. He was only thinking of how, if his father was lying, he was going to get back at him. He'd promised not to touch Harry, and Draco had given himself to his father, and if that wasn't enough, he didn't know what he could do.

"How am I supposed to know that you're not lying?" Draco asked, trying to feign a voice of ease.

"I'm your father," Lucius replied coolly, "You're supposed to trust me."

"Go to bloody hell!" Draco shouted loudly. It hadn't been intentional. He instantly averted his eyes elsewhere, fear building up inside of him again.

There was a perfect reason for that dread to swim up again. He heard that chair scrape aside, the sound of his father's heavy footsteps moving across the floor, and then he immediately felt a large hand striking him across the face. He let out a startled cry as a burning pain stung his cheek. "Don't you ever speak to me that way!" Lucius shouted angrily.

Harry had looked up from his arms then, only to see that as it happened. He began writhing about again, shouting into the cloth but not managing to get one word across. Draco shrunk against the wall as Harry attempted a fierce kick to Lucius' lower half.

Harry's legs were snatched up by both of his father's arms, and he was tugged roughly backwards. Draco heard Harry groan as his head hit the floor, and he fleetingly forgot about the pain in his cheek. "Let go of him! Stop it!" Draco cried.

Harry continued kicking frantically, trying to get Lucius' hold off of him. By then, Blaise and the others had looked up from their secret conversation to watch. They didn't try helping in any way whatsoever, not until they heard Lucius bark an order at them.

"Hurry up and get Potter away from me! Hold him still!"

Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise all made their way across the room to grab at Harry. Crabbe and Goyle got him by the arms while Blaise grabbed his legs away from Lucius. They held the boy hard enough so that he stopped struggling and instead was left breathing heavily in their sturdy grips.

"Let go of him, please! Don't do this!" Draco begged. He'd pushed himself up to stand again, and he tried running himself against his father, to perhaps try and knock him over. He was furious and he could hardly do anything about what was going on, and he hated it.

It was completely pointless to fight back while being tied up, but no other idea came to him. Draco could feel his father's arms wrapping around him, holding his back against his chest so that he wouldn't be able to move around as much. He felt his father's voice hissing into his ear. "Stop it, Draco. You're being foolish. You're only getting yourself into more trouble."

"Please... just make them let go of Harry... please..." Draco said weakly. He stopped struggling as he felt his strength leaving him. His entire body began hurting him again. He whimpered slightly.

"Untie the cloth again," Lucius told Blaise, sounding impatient. He still kept his hold on Draco.

In the next second, the cloth had been discarded from between Harry's teeth. Only Crabbe and Goyle were holding him now, but that seemed to be enough to keep him planted to the spot. Draco watched him, eyes fighting to stay open, wishing they'd let go of Harry entirely.

"I thought I told you not to touch Draco," Harry growled, sounding furious. "Get your sick hands off of him."

Lucius shook his head, smirking. "Potter, Potter... you have no idea what you're saying. Who you're talking to, for that matter."

"Yes, I do! You're Lucius Malfoy and you enjoy raping your own flesh and blood! You should get killed for what you're doing. You're disgusting and repulsive and I swear that you'll die if you let me go."

"Then I shouldn't let you go then, should I?" Lucius asked calmly. With a small, sadistic smile, he leaned down to an unaware Draco and began sucking at his ear.

"STOP IT!" Harry screamed. "He doesn't deserve this!"

Draco's eyes closed, a few tears beginning to slip down his cheeks. He couldn't speak; he couldn't move. He could feel a quiet whimpering sound coming up low from his throat.

Lucius' hands began edging their way from around Draco's waist to further travel toward the boy's body. He leaned down a bit, making sure his eyes were locked on Harry's earnest own. He didn't care one bit about what Harry wanted; he just wanted to see him suffer. Lucius wanted to see the disgust displayed in Harry's expression.

Lips played across Draco's neck as his father's hands slid between the boy's thighs. They began tracing light patterns there, and then briefly across the fabric of Draco's pajama bottoms. Draco's breathing became labored, not caused by any sort of pleasure, but of fright. He was still hurting from before, so having his father attempt something else was akin to torture.

"Please, stop," Harry begged helplessly. His head dropped onto his chest, willing Draco's father to stop what he was doing. "I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" Lucius purred. Hands drew away from Draco then, and proceeded to move back to the tight hold around his waist. He straightened up, so his face was hovering a good distance away from Draco's neck. Draco let a shaky breath loose; his knees felt weak below him.

"Yes," Harry said shortly. He glanced back up to make sure Lucius had stopped what he was doing. When Harry confirmed that he had, he watched Draco silently, sadly.

"Don't, Harry..." Draco said softly. "Don't do anything he tells you... it's okay..."

"No, it's not!" Harry replied hotly. "I won't let him do anything else to you!"

"But he'll..."

"I don't care what he does! I promised I'd keep you safe and so far I haven't been able to do that!" Harry's eyes were pleading, hoping that Draco would let him do what was needed and that he wouldn't fight about it. But Draco wouldn't let Harry do this... not when his father was behaving this sickly...

"I didn't know you both were so close," Lucius said, amusement tied into his tone. "I suppose you were planning on marriage?"

They both stayed silent. So did Blaise, and Draco idly noticed how the Slytherin's eyes strayed everywhere but on his father. He was uneasy; this wasn't what he had planned.

"You know that this all started because of you both being this close to eachother?" Lucius questioned curiously. A hand traced lightly by Draco's ear, pushing strands of blonde hair away from his eyes. Draco's eyes closed. "So determining what happens to either of you in front of me isn't such a smart idea, don't you think?"

There was more silence, and Harry continued glaring intensely at Lucius. Waiting.

"Ah, but shall I be nice?" Lucius piped up, his voice suddenly friendly. Draco shifted uncomfortably in his father's hold. "I'll let you go, Potter, and you may inform your Headmaster and anyone else you wish of what you've seen here."

Harry opened his mouth quickly, ready to say something, but Lucius interrupted.

"However, Draco stays here with me."

"No!" Harry said quickly, eyes wide. "Draco's going to come back with me!"

"Ah, ah," Lucius taunted, "That means you'd like to stay here too? Perhaps allow me to repeat mine and Draco's performance on you?"

Suddenly, Draco's gaze snapped up onto Harry's. "No, Harry, just go! Please, please just go! I'll be fine... just go back to the school. Please!"

"I can't let you stay here!" Harry said anxiously; his eyes were beginning to fill up with tears. It was heartrending for Draco, but he knew there was no other choice for this. He had to stay with his father. In order to keep Harry safe, he had to.

There was a possibility that his father was being foolish; that he didn't know how easy it'd be for Dumbledore and the Ministry to find him. Once Harry told them about what had happened, they were bound to dedicate every second of their day searching for them. They'd be found, and he'd be safe.

"Please, go..." Draco said quietly, his voice void of any hysterics. He was dead serious.

"Draco..."

"No. I'm staying."

"Very well, then," Lucius said jubilantly. Though his tone managed to sound absolutely dreadful even with that bit of happiness. "Mr. Zabini, you and your friends may escort Mr. Potter back to school. Thank you for being of assistance."

"Wait! Draco, please don't do this! I can't leave without you with me!" Harry started thrashing around again; Crabbe and Goyle had began to pull him effortlessly toward the corridor, toward where the portkey was waiting for them.

"Potter, whatever you say won't do him any good. It's decided." Lucius stared after him intently, a malicious glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, a terrible urge to say what he'd been wanting to ever since all of this had starting happening, bubbled up inside of Draco. Ever since himself and Harry had become close enough to worry about eachother such as this. Ever since he felt himself falling for Harry...

Pulling against his father's arms, he called after Harry, who was still crying and struggling against the two oafs as hard as he could. Draco nearly forgot that his father was the one holding him. "I love you, Harry!" His voice was choked; tears leaked from his eyes.

Then, just before Harry became a small dark figure at the end of the hallway, he swore he could hear Harry yell back a reply. He could see Blaise trying to keep the boy back.

"I'll come back for you!"

And that was it. A moment later, Harry was gone, and Draco was left huddled in his father's arms. There was more pain after that.