As Fallen From Grace
Chapter Two- …And We All Fall Down
A week or so had passed since Draco had that odd, prying conversation with his godfather.
It was around 11:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. Draco sat in the common room. All his dorm mates seemed to be off somewhere. Many of the girls were out, and few that stayed behind were in their safe, and secure dreams. It was common knowledge amongst the pale, dungeon living creatures, come to be known as Slytherins, went out most nights, rendezvousing either in the astronomy tower, grounds keeper's closets, or other rooms in the castles. So, most people were missing, and I wasn't shocking, or taking up some of Draco's thoughts.
Fed up with sitting in front of the fireplace with nothing to fulfill his emotions of never-ending doom and boredom. He decided to take a small walk within the dark corridors of the school. He went out through the portrait hole, and began his quest.
A half hour later, or so, he found that he had become lost. For the barely lit corridors started to become a muddle and look the same. But nonetheless, he trudged on, hoping, but uncaring, if something might look familiar, for the corridors and his being lost, reminded him of his own mind.
Draco had been walking for about seven minutes, when he heard a few pairs of footsteps behind him. He turned, but he couldn't see beyond three feet in front of him. There were no doors, so Draco suspected that it was a back corridor. Perhaps, it was merely his imagination, lack of sleep. However, he took caution and walked more quietly.
Again, he heard pairs of footsteps, again, he turned around, and yet again, there were no persons there. Draco continued walking.
All of a sudden, Draco felt something being wrapped around his eyes. It was a blindfold. Terror crept into Draco's body, he tried to fight the attackers, but besides the fact that he could not see, a spell to weaken the body was cast. Draco felt his arms go limp, and his knees almost buckled underneath him. His attackers, without speaking, shoved him to the ground. He heard the sound of which he felt were pants being unzipped, and pulled down. Draco clamped his mouth shut, to keep from screaming. Gods know what they could do to him if he uttered a word.
A hand pinched his nose, cutting off the air supply, and he was forced to open his mouth, and a soft, long object was put into it. Immediately, Draco knew what it was. He was choked, disbelief filled his mind. Was he getting raped? At Hogwarts, one of the safest places in the world? Someone finally spoke, although the voice , he knew, was spelled so it changed. "Suck it." Draco, was stilled with fear, but survival instincts kicked in. Draco began running his tongue on the underside of the cock, he felt the owner of it quiver. Draco merely wanted it to end, soon. A wave of guilt already crashed onto him, he was disgusted with himself, and felt powerless. His tongue traveled along the side of it, and flitted over the tip. "Stay right there." His attacker said. That's were Draco's tongue stayed. Swirling and dipping. The rapist shoved his Draco's head forward. Forcing the cock deeper into his throat. Finally, after what seemed a Forever, the attacker's warm, salty semen filled his mouth. Draco wanted to gag, to vomit, for his insides to liquidize and pour out of his mouth. But his attacker laughed, and said "Swallow."
A second attacker, took Draco's hand, and placed it on something long, and hard. This attacker's voice was different, but unrecognizable. "Give me the best hand job you'll ever give, or lose your manhood," he threatened. Draco was appalled, he felt violated. He began massaging the boy's dick, moving his hand slowly first, then rapidly, along it, making this attacker, shake. A few moments later, and semen slathered his hand. This one, took his hand, and wiped it off on a piece of cloth.
Finally, the worst pat came. His third, and final attacker, forced him down on his hands and knees, and forced him down on his hands and knees, after undoing his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, off his body. His lower half was completely naked, and Draco felt self- conscious. He felt number three behind him. With an unimaginable pain, he felt Three push his cock into Draco's lube-less anus, with so much force, he felt some of the skin and tissue rip, both inside and out, and he knew he was bleeding, inside, and out. Three shoved in, and out, never stopping the pattern, and with each shove, and pulling, a new kind of pain met Draco's body. Draco tried so hard not to scream, but eventually, he let a gut-wrenching, painful sob/moan/yell. After what seemed longer that a Forever, he felt number three release in him.
This process happened twice more, with number One and Two. The pain was unbearable, unimaginable, and painful moans echoed along the dark corridor, which still reminded Draco, of his mind.
After the last attacker released, and pulled out, Draco was kicked in the genitals several times with steel-toed boots. More pain, if it was possible, exploded in his body. The three attackers kicked everywhere: Legs, genitals, stomach, chest, face. It hurt immensely, everywhere. At long last, when Draco thought, prayed, and hoped, he was going to die, his rapists left. Left him shamed, guilty, naked, battered, raped, and dying.
Draco felt completely, and truly empty; and this time he knew, it was true.
A song he had only heard a few times, suddenly appeared in his blank mind. As though it would keep him sane, he opened his mouth, and used his short breathes to sing it.
'Ring around the rosies
Pockets full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down'
The words were quiet, and faint, but loud and clear in the roaring silence.
It felt so dark.
Consumed in thought, the boy-who-for-some-reason-would-not-fucking-die, found himself lurking in the shadows of a corridor. It was a corridor he loved walking down. There were no doors on either sides of the long 'road', and no windows. It was always deserted, no ghosts, paintings, animals, or humans, save himself, ever seemed to walk this path. And it reminded him of his path in Life.
Harry liked it this way. The dead quiet, the bareness of it all. He wasn't Harry Potter, 'saviour', he wasn't much of anything in this hall, merely himself, as is. It was an odd thing, really. When put into words, it sounded foolish, and weird.
Suddenly, as though a breeze carried it out to his ears, Harry heard a soft, empty, mournful, but full, song. Harry knew it, often found himself relating to it, especially to the last line.
A few moments after it finished, the song started up again. Harry was drawn to it. A few short steps later in the dark, harry started visualizing a dark shape laying in a heap on the floor. It was about seven feet away. Harry squinted, but it was too dark to make out the shape yet, he kept walking.
The mournful tune started for its third time. Harry came with in a foot of the figure, and stood shocked at what was crumpled before him.
Draco Malfoy, was laying, bottom half of his body completely naked, shirt torn, exposing a lot of skin, no shoes, on the floor.
It was a disgusting and disturbing sight. Except for the renowned platinum blonde hair, he was almost unrecognizable. One eye was almost swollen shut, the other had a deep, dark purple and green ring around it. His lips had three slashes on it, and cuts and bruises, everywhere, blood, everywhere. His torso was not luckier. It appeared, because of the black bruising and puffiness, that a few of his ribs were broken. There were scratches and wounds, oozing blood. But what disgusted Harry, was the stark-naked bottom half of the crumbled boy.
Blood, some dried, some moist, some still dripping, covered most of his legs. It seemed to be coming from around his inner thighs. One ankle seemed to be broken. His genital area looked shredded, as though it had been kicked harshly multiple times.
And what disturbed Harry the most, was the fact that Draco was still conscious, if only slightly.
It seemed as though Draco had not noticed Harry. He bent down, and he quietly whispered, "Draco, Draco. Can you hear me?" Draco slowly turned his head towards him. Harry blinked rapidly, for he had seen Draco's eyes, they looked empty and dead, as though his body and soul were hollow inside.
' And we all, fall, down.'
Draco sang the last line.
Harry told Draco, "I'm going to take you to the Hospital Wing." Draco did not answer, but a resolution filled Harry's mind. Perhaps Draco was in shock. Harry took his cloak off, and put it over Malfoy's body, to keep him warm. He then slid his left arm under Draco's back, the other, under his legs. Blood struck and dripped to his arm. All thoughts of whom this was, never once flooded Harry Potter's mind. Never.
He moved carefully, but quickly, to reach the Hospital Wing. One of Draco Malfoy's arms slid off his chest a lolled out, hanging off of his body, his head slung back. He was still awake.
Finally, after what felt like hours, they reached the Hospital. He burst through the doors, but it was all dark. After all, it was one a.m.
"HELP! Help! Somebody! Please!" Harry shouted into the room.
Out of nowhere, Madame Pomfrey came bursting into the room. "Oh, my god, Potter!" Her mouth hung open, chocked expression filled her face when her eyes met the mangled form in Harry's arms. She went into automatic. "Put him right here," she gestured to an open bed. He did so, leaving the cloak draped around him. "Go to the headmaster's office, get both him and Professor Snape. Quickly, NOW!" harry took one last glance at the still conscious boy, lying there, eyes wide open.
He rushed out of the wing, and raced as fast as he could, to the headmaster's office. His mind blank, except for Madame Pompfrey's instructions, he was driven.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had decided to inform Harry of the password, when it changed, so it would be easier to access him in a state of crises. It was apparent that was necessary.
The stone gargoyle seemed as though it jumped to life. As soon as the stone steps appeared, Harry raced up them, despite the fact that they moved on their own . He reached the huge wooden doors and thrust them open.
Wide eyes peered at him as he rushed to the huge desk. A late-night, emergency Order meeting was taking place. He started to speak, "Headmaster, plea-" Sirius Black, his godfather, interupted him. "Harry, your bleeding he said with shock. "There's blood-" Harry slammed his fist down, impatient, and startling the Order, on Dumbledore's desk and replied, "- Isn't mine! But it is someone else's!" Harry had completely forgotten about the blood. Now that he was in full light, he realized that from the biceps down to his hands were mostly covered in blood. Only a few patches of skin showed. His shirt was dripping blood also.
"Please, sir, and Professor Snape, it's Draco Malfoy. He's been, been, um, badly injured." Harry couldn't bare to say it, it was too hideous, rape. Snape's eyes widened in shock, Dumbledore looked sad. "He, he was attacked. Madame Pompfrey needs you in the hospital wing. Please, quickly!" Snape stood suddenly and raced out of the room. He was almost at the door, when Sirius and Remus Lupin confronted him. "Harry, are you okay? What happened?" Sirius had a concerned look on his face, Remus looked worried. "Not now, I have to get back." And Harry raced out of the room, back to the Hospital Wing, where chaos and shattered souls reigned.
" Oh, dear god." Severus whispered upon taking in the sight before him. Madame Pompfrey had yet to clean off most of the blood, and this was the sigh upon which he saw. It was clear where most of it had originated. Snape rushed over to Draco's bed. "Draco, who did this to you? Who did-" his voice fell away, tears welled in his eyes. Draco looked at him, moving his lips slightly, but no noise came out.
' It's a wonder he hasn't passed out yet. But of course, his father has more than likely thought him never to shut his eyes around an unknown. Or more than likely, it was out of complete and utter sheer will, he wouldn't couldn't, pass out.' Snape thought to himself.
"He is more than likely in shock, Severus," Madame Pompfrey told him. Draco was looking at him still, he was quivering, perspiration mixing with blood. Snape gently laid a hand on his forehead as a comforting gesture; Draco flinched violently, causing him to gasp with pain. Severus quickly removed hi hand. Willing with all his might to stop the tears from welling in Snape's eyes. It was breaking his heart to see his only 'family' broken like this. He wanted to kill whomever did this to Draco.
Seeing the pain in Severus's eyes stabbed Draco's heart brutally. He wasn't aware he could still feel. Silent tears were still falling down his face, although now they were mingling with a thin film of blood and perspiration.
He was aware that there were at least four pairs of eyes on him, but it hurt too much to move around. He could barely see out of one eye, and his breath came out ragged. His chest was on fire, and he could barely feel his lower regions, except for the pain.
'What did I do to deserve this?'
In his heart, Draco knew he didn't really deserve anything that was handed to him over his life span. But he could not help but purely believe that he did.
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