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A/N erck... I went wierd but thats cause since -snort-lovely -cough- Voldie is insane, I decided to make an insane plot. Hope it doesn't weird ya out to much. Thankies for the reviews! Much loves Sleeping
You wake up to Malfoy sucking on your neck, while you're lying with your face pressed up against a pillow.. You knew it was wrong, knew it had to stop. Even though you're both naked, and last night was yet again another violation, he doesn't seem satisfied.
"Sto-oop." you try to protest, but he's already moving over to his bedside table for something. While he's leaning over you, you take advantage and kick him off the bed, jumping off of it and running away as fast as your legs can carry you.
He catches up quickly, shoving you up against a wall. Your naked body contacts with the stone and you can feel it lightly scratching your skin. He bites the back of your neck, and the sensitive skin sends a message to your brain, making you try to wiggle out of his grasp. He pushes you up closer to the wall in response to your futile attempts.
Your fight's gone, you know it is, and you let cold slicked up hands enter you tight hole. You let them push in and open you up, prepare you for something much larger. A bite on the shoulder makes you whimper, and you wish you didn't give in so easily.
Then Malfoy enters you, holding your hips in place. You want to MOVE. But he won't allow that. You try to move but he only smacks your ass. Whispering into your ears, 'We go at my pace or we don't go at all, Harry, that's how this works.' And then he starts to move.
You're too busy trying to get a release to notice his use of your first name, and you're too busy trying to get off by humping the wall to notice that you are hissing out "Draco, god damnit, move or I'm going to kill you. MOVE!"
Malfoy keeps going his slow pace, and slaps your backside again, and it hurts! The stinging sensation going through your backside isn't a pleasurable one, but him hitting your pleasure point is.
You don't last long, but he does. It takes him ten minutes, ten minutes of your ass turning red and him shoving in and out of you. Ten agonizingly erotic minutes. Ten minutes for you to lose yourself, screaming when he is not, ten minutes of him watching you lose control, and ten minutes of you not realizing the lustful gleam in his eyes.
He lets you go, and you lay on the wall breathing harshly, your backside stinging with vengeance. He walks away, leaving cool air around you. You don't dare go near his bed, so you fall on a chair, breathing slowing as your nerves calm down.
"Potter, if you're good and put on this leash, I can allow you outside for a bit." Malfoy says, and you glare at him. How dare he degrade you! Then again, you could escape this way, figure out where you are, how to get out of here.
"Fine, I'll wear.. that thing." you respond, with a growl under your breath. This is ridiculous, you're being reduced to a mere animal. Maybe you can knock him down once he makes the mistake of letting you outside.
He holds up a leash attached to a collar with a gold tag on it, and inscripted on that tag in gold letters is "Harry, Dark Lords Castle, 299 Cherry Tree Lane." What kind of address is that? You think. The world has gone insane.
"I am not wearing that!" you cry out, and he looks at you with cold eyes, mocking you. Fuck, you realize you don't have a choice. If you want outside you have to wear that.
"You don't really have a choice, Potter. It's either this or stay in this room…" he says, no more like commands. You're glaring as hard as you can, hoping he will start to feel the heat and burn up in flames.
"Fine you bastard." you hiss out. Seething you allow him to buckle the collar to your neck muttering a locking spell and taking the leash. He opens the door and walks you out, like a dog on leash. The cold stone walls seem to be mocking you, laughing at your disgrace.
You hope no one sees you. But that hope is shot down when a bunch of Death Eaters see you and point and laugh. You're being walked like an animal by Draco Malfoy, an enemy, a rival. You don't dare listen to their jabs, you don't dare look at Malfoy's cocky smirk.
Finally, through the maze that is the Dark Lord's abode, you come to a door that opens to reveal sunlight. The glare of the warm sunlight blinds you. You close your eyes and open your face to it, trying to forget your shame, your disgrace.
An arm wraps around your waist, and you give Malfoy a startled look. He seems to be physically touching you more lately. It's rather scary, and yet at the same time, it feels wonderful. And there's also a hate you feel, underlying it all, and a desire to be free.
"Would you let me go right now?" you ask, knowing it would never happen. He just tightens his hold on you. You sigh, asking nicely isn't going to work. You're going to have to fight, again.
"I wouldn't let you go, the Dark lord would have my head for it." he replies. You hate him for that reply, saving his own skin, the perfect minion. Well, he can screw up and you'll be glad for it! Your rapist will get his dues finally!
You move as quickly as you can, breaking out of his grip, making sure to grab the leash and hold onto it tightly, heading for the woods you can see so clearly now. They are like a sign, a path to freedom. You hear Malfoy shouting behind you, and an awful growl, and pick up the pace in your running.
You get through a few bushes, scratching your ankles, before something jumps on your back, something with horribly long claws that cut into your back like splinters, very large splinter. Something breathes down your neck, stopping your movement, knowing if you move those claws will kill.
"Down Wolf, down." you hear Malfoy say, and the creature gets off you. You keep your face turned to the ground, wanting to let out tears of frustration. You can't escape, not even from something this easy. You have to keep trying though! You just don't know how.
You feel strong hands move across your back, wincing when the touch the claws gently. "Potter, you're an idiot." he says in a low voice, pulling you by your waist. Your back to his front, and he's holding you in the air. You can see the creature that had dug its claws into you, a wolf like creature with abnormally long fangs.
"I'm not healing those wounds, Potter. They wouldn't have happened if you hadn't tried to run away." he says, holding you close as if trying to calm you down. You don't care if they scar, a thousand scars would be worth it to leave this prison.
"I don't care, Malfoy. I just want my freedom. But I'm never going to get that now am I?" you ask. He chuckles, how the hell can he chuckle right now? You want to sock him, so you attempt to, shifting around to pull your fist and throw it into his face.
It doesn't happen, he captures your fist and takes the leash from your grip. You have been holding onto the leash the whole time, as if it was some sort of lucky shamrock to get you away from him. It isn't that lucky though.
"Now Potter, be a good boy or you'll go inside." he says, as if you are some stupid animal incapable of making a stream of thought for yourself.
"Stop treating me like an animal, Malfoy." you order, but he doesn't listen. He walks out of the forest, with you stumbling behind on the leash, branches snagging your ankles as you rush to keep up with his pace.
Malfoy walks you to a small lake around the Castle, and stops under a tree, sitting down, thereby forcing you to sit as well. "Potter, if you behave I'll stop treating you like a disobedient pet. But then again, I'll be treating you like an obedient pet." Malfoy said, a cruel smile gracing his cruel lips.
You sigh, and instead of whispering I hate you, you keep your anger and rage inside, hoping it will build up to get you out of here.
After your 'walk,' Malfoy takes you, on the very same leash, to a room with a bunch of tables facing one large table. Death Eaters sat at those tables, eating and drinking their fill. Lunch time.
Draco went straight to the large table where his father, Voldemort, and Severus Snape sat. You wanted to kill Malfoy for making you go near these people you despised so much, but he kept pulling the leash.
He sat down at a chair beside Lucius, you stood behind him, as if he was protection. Like you needed that slimy git for protection! You knew you did though, and that was the evil, unacceptable truth.
He pulled at your leash, making you stumble right into his lap. Voldemort laughed and got up, silencing the rest of the room. "Look what we have my children, we have Harry Potter, sssaviour of the world in our hands! A successful attempt will be made at the end of the month, for the failure we had two monthsss ago in creating a creature for our world. It will be successsful, becaussse this time we have this parasssite!" he announced, and you listened in horror.
You were going to be turned into a creature? You felt like panicking, you felt like running, and you were held in place by Malfoy, who rubbed you back as if trying to console you. It was this that confused you.
When Voldemort told them to eat, they became loud. Lucius Malfoy and Snape talked together quietly, and Malfoy whispered to Harry. "It's not you they're turning, Potter. Your blood is what they want." he explained, as if this was supposed to make you feel any better!
"Oh, so they're going to kill me? Well sorry, as if knowing either way I'm going to die makes me feel any better!" you whisper back, watching a couple of Death Eaters get into a fight, curse each other, and take a few sips of wine and go back to arguing.
"Not kill you, Potter. You're going to be the mother of that creature." he says, and your heart stops. When it comes back to life you scream out "WHAT?" earning you many stares from the Death Eaters across the room, including Voldemort.
"Anything wrong with the parasssite?" Voldemort asked, and you wanted to kill him, shove a wand down his throat and yell a million and one curses. That's all you wanted to do. And yet that would certainly earn you death.
"No, my lord, just shocked at hearing the news of his soon to be motherhood." Malfoy said, emotionless as ever. You want to cry, you want to rage, but rational thought holds you back. Voldemort laughs, mocking Harry.
"Yesss, it'sss very ssshocking to hear isssn't it Potter? I hope you like the man I picked out for you, ssseeing asss you're now sssitting in hisss lap." Voldemort said, and you're horrified. Not only is your rapist going to be allowed to rape you for god knows how long, you now find out you're both being bred for a creature for Voldemort to use!
You're ready to run, Malfoy seems to sense this. He gets up quickly. "My Lord, may I ask permission to leave?" he asks, and Voldemort nods, an evil smirk upon his dead lips. It's your time to pull him out of the room. Once outside, you take deep breaths
"This is a nightmare, a nightmare. I'll wake up and it will be okay." you whisper to yourself, and feel arms wrap around your waist. "Don't touch me!" you scream, but the grip just gets tighter.
"Get a grip Potter." Malfoy snarls out, his mouth playing with your ear. Why is he doing this at a time like now? You should both be panicking! "I didn't like it at first either, but there's nothing we can do about it." he said, for some reason it soothes you.
"Malfoy, I do not want to give birth to a monster!" you cry out, you don't want to give birth anything at all! You just want to be FREE!
The hands tighten their hold more, making you lose a bit of breath. "Who said it will be a monster, Potter? A creature yes, but a monster? The Dark Lord is forgetting something, your innocence. No matter how many times I rape you, you still have that innocence." Malfoy says, and you get angry.
"Oh so that's why you touch me, to get rid of my innocence? That's why I'm forced to.. to…" you stop speaking, taking loud gulps of air. Malfoy's grip around you is too tight.
"I never said that Potter. You're not exactly ever willing to do anything." he responds. You doubt you ever will be willing to do what he does to you. It's not like you love him, in fact you despise him.
His grip lessens on you. You can breathe properly again. You know you have no choice but to escape, and as quickly as possible. You can't allow a monster to grow inside of you.
Review! I know it's weird but I'll say this much, It's not M-Preg.. I know it sounds like that but.. Voldemorts gone off his rocker, like I stated before.