Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: You know the drill…
(A/N): Okay, I've finally gone off the deep end. School is so horrible and time-consuming that I decided that I would wake up two hours before I have to so I can write. Now, I normally have to wake up at six, so that means that it is now FOUR IN THE MORNING and I am writing. I'm trying this once to see how I like it, and if I'm not dead all day, maybe it'll continue. But so far, I'm liking it. I get two hours to myself, doing nothing but write! What's not to like? But I do apologize if I may be incoherent at any time; bear in mind that I am still half asleep. Personals!
Kilikapele: Ha, I think many people agree with you :-P. Thanks for the review.
Gryffindorgrl86: I've probably said this before, but I love it when you review while you read! It's so much fun, and apparently you predicted a lot of the dialogue, which made it even more enjoyable to read. "Who winks hello? How ghetto is that?" lmaooo I couldn't stop laughing when I read that. Just because you said that whole thing about what they would be wearing, I'll do that! I changed it around a little bit, but I think you'll be pleased. Draco's outfit is dedicated to you! And as far as the cheating goes… well I'll explain more of that in my other A/N (because I talk too much anyway). Thanks for the review!
Starrarose:Don't worry; there will be make up lemons. And I promise you that Ricardo will die a violent death for his evilness. Enjoy!
Sheree: I know exactly how you feel. I realized after I posted that I shouldn't have called it "cheating" per se. It won't be like that, and it won't be intentional. I'll explain more later, but it's essential to the plot. There will be more Harry/Draco too though. OF COURSE! And they won't fight, so… yeah. Thanks!
twodollartrick: Ah, don't be confused, that was my fault; sorry for confusing you. You were supposed to find out in the last chapter the true nature of his evilness, however, I got a little caught up in the plot and decided not to divulge that information until the next chapter or the one after that. Sorry for the confusion, and thanks for the review!
Princesspeach13:Yes, pitchforks, good idea! Lmao, wavy hand motion. NO, DON'T TAKE AWAY GRAVITATION! In that case, I must update!
lizziepooh29: Thanks, and I really liked your suggestion. Unfortunately, when I got your review, I was already mostly done writing the chapter! But I think I will use your idea in a later one because I really, really like it!
I also give my undying gratitude to: Mistress Vamp, harrypotter,move over, Aquilus, and Remi! I live on reviews! Oh, and if you reviewed last chapter and don't see your name here, it's because I got your review after I posted. So thanks to anyone who falls under that category as well!
Okay, I know a lot of you were concerned about the whole "cheating" thing I said last chapter. The truth is, I never really had that in mind, I just called it "cheating" so as not to divulge too much plot information. As you will see, our boys will both be very drunk in this chapter, and they will be around very manipulative people… so I assure you, the thing I'm thinking of is essential to the plot, otherwise I wouldn't do it. And just so you don't get mad at me, I'll let you know that they won't start fighting because of this.
Also, I'd like to tell you now that this chapter includes a lot of ANGST. I couldn't hold off any longer! But It's important to the plot. So I hope you don't mind the lack of fluff.
Okay, well that being said, I must include a big-ass WARNING for this chapter. Although I don't want to ruin this for those of you who don't know what is going to happen, I must so people don't yell at me for not WARNING them. If you don't want to know what is going to happen and think you won't be offended by anything I might include, just keep scrolling until you can't see this anymore! Okay. THERE WILL BE INPLIED RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER. IF THAT OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. THAT IS WHAT THE BACK BUTTON IS FOR!
Okay, done with that. Sorry for the massive A/N.
In the last chapter:
"Oh, it was just this appearing. Nothing to worry about see?" he showed Draco the harmless piece of paper and Draco felt himself blush crimson.
"What is it?" Draco said while willing his cheeks to return to their normal color.
"It's an invitation to a party, actually," Harry said, sounding pleased.
"Oh, how delightful!" Draco said, walking towards Harry to get a better look at the invitation. "Who's throwing it?"
"Let's see…" but when Harry found the name, his face fell. "Uh… wait! No party, I was mistaken!"
"You're a terrible liar, Potter." Draco said affectionately, wrestling the paper out of Harry's grasp.
"Oh, Ricardo's throwing it with his roommate…-" Draco stopped mid-sentence when he saw the other name on the invitation. "FINNIGAN!"
(Chapter Eight: Broken)
As the week progressed, Harry managed to convince Draco that they didn't have to go shopping. Draco begrudgingly agreed when he realized that they had so much homework every night that there was simply no time for such an excursion.
"Fine," he said, pouting, after ten minutes of Harry nagging him, "but you're not going in your clothes. You have to borrow some of mine! Yours will never do!"
Harry sighed, but reluctantly agreed. This was going to be one interesting party…
Finally, Friday night had arrived. After dinner, the boys quickly rushed back to their room to get ready. The party didn't start until ten, but, knowing Draco, it would take until then just to get dressed.
Draco was tugging an exasperated Harry to his half of the room while sizing him up.
"You're a little taller than me, but I think I have stuff that'll fit." He said, rummaging through his wardrobe.
"This is such déjà vu," Harry said wistfully, his eyes looking to the ceiling.
"What?" Draco said, however, his voice was muffled as he was inside a gigantic closet. It was obvious he didn't really care what Harry was talking about either.
Harry smacked the back of his head and said, "Hey! I'm trying to reminisce here!"
"Oww, what is it with you and hitting me lately!? You're beginning to get abusive! Oww…"
"Sorry," Harry muttered.
"So… what was it you were talking about?"
"Do you remember our first date in sixth year?" Harry asked pleasantly.
"How could I forget?" Draco responded, smiling sweetly.
"Oh, I have to hit you for you to be nice? Anyway, on our first date, you made me borrow clothes from you."
"Ohhh yeahhh," Draco said, now sounding interested. "I've always had a better fashion sense than you, Potter." He was now pulling clothes off hangers, getting them ready for Harry to pick.
Harry rolled his eyes and moved over to the bed, where Draco was laying out the clothes.
"I suggest this," Draco said, picking up a pair of leather pants that Harry was sure he would not be able to breathe in, as well as a tank top that had holes in it.
Harry made an indignant noise. "I'll look like a bloody hooker!" he said, gesturing to the fishnet top.
"No you won't! I'm sure Ricardo will be dressed even skimpier than this!"
Harry's face turned red and he sharply grabbed the clothes on the hangers away from Draco and stormed into the bathroom to get changed.
"Harry, why are you changing in there?" Draco said, knocking on the door, "there's nothing you can show me that I haven't already seen…"
"Shut up! I just know I'm going to have trouble putting these pants on, and I'd prefer not to do it in front of your prying eyes."
Draco sniggered. "Suit yourself!"
Meanwhile, he was once again digging though his wardrobe for something he himself could wear. He settled on his usual "going out" attire—leather pants (much like Harry's as far as tightness goes) and a silver silk shirt that complimented his eyes. He had gotten his clothes on and Harry still wasn't out of the bathroom.
He quietly padded over to the door and pressed his ear against it, to see if he heard any struggling noises of Harry trying to get the pants on. He sniggered at the thought, but all was silent in the room.
"Oy, Harry! What's taking you so long?"
"Draco, I am NOT coming out of this room. I look ridiculous."
"I'm sure you don't, just open the door!"
"NO, no I won't let anyone see me like this!"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't make me do it!"
Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could answer, Draco had used a clever unlocking charm on the door and it flung open.
"Now let me see why you're convinced-" Draco stopped speaking abruptly as he caught sight of Harry. He looked amazing. The pants fit him just right, clinging in the right places and falling just loose enough in the others, and the shirt caressed his toned chest, exposing bits and pieces of his skin.
Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times (he looks like a stupid fish out of water, Harry thought) before regaining the ability to speak. Upon finding his voice, he said, "Ahem, well that settles it, you're wearing that!"
Harry smirked. He felt a little bit better. Until, that is, he saw that Draco's pants were getting, erm, considerably tighter in certain areas. His eyes widened and he began to back away.
"Maybe I should go back into the bathroom…" he stammered, for he was convinced by the look in Draco's eye that he was about to pounce any second.
Draco shook himself mentally. "No, no need to worry. I'll restrain myself."
"Good."
"Okay."
"Sure."
"…"
"Fine, but the clothes are staying on."
The evil glint returned to Draco's eye as he pushed Harry back onto the bed. "I agree to your terms," he said, before viciously attacking Harry's mouth with his own.
Okay, so maybe the clothes didn't completely stay on. I mean, the pants did; they didn't have enough time for that, but they did have about an hour to kill. They were really quite involved, but suddenly, Draco caught sight of the clock.
"Oh shit! It's nine!" He said, gently pushing Harry off of him.
"So what?" Harry groaned, "we still have an hour!"
"No, no, that won't do! That's not nearly enough time!" he was now stumbling over to his dresser to look in the mirror.
"Thanks, Potter, now I have a sodding mark on my neck! And my hair is all messed up!"
Harry snorted, putting his shirt back on. "Just use a concealment charm! It works really well."
"I wouldn't have to if you weren't always marking me," Draco muttered, performing the spell carefully. He then took his brush off the surface of the dresser and began obsessively brushing his hair. It looked quite nice today, Harry thought; it hung straight down and brushed loosely against Draco's jaw, framing his face nicely.
Draco saw Harry ogling him and turned. "Quit staring, start moving!" he said insistently, banging his brush down on the dresser.
"I'm ready!" Harry protested.
"Oh no, you're not!" Draco said, grabbing Harry's shoulders and pushing him towards Draco's dresser.
"Honestly, Potter, can't you do anything about that hair?" he muttered, fingering it lovingly.
"No, I can't," Harry insisted, "not that I haven't tried."
"Oh well, who cares? I like that 'just been shagged' look."
Harry hit his arm playfully but didn't retort. Draco was now rummaging through a drawer, obviously looking for something. When he found it, he brandished it triumphantly. "Now, I've got to put this on you!"
Harry eyed it suspiciously. "What's that?"
"You don't know what this is?" Draco said skeptically. When Harry shook his head, Draco sighed and replied, "It's eyeliner, for God's sake!"
Harry's eyes widened and he slowly backed away. "No way in hell you're getting that on me. I'm already wearing this ridiculous outfit!"
After much arguing, Draco finally gave up. But he still was going to have his say. He went in the drawer again and pulled out a silver necklace comprised almost completely of chains, with a dragon pendant hanging off the lowest one.
"What is that, some kind of torture device?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Of course not," Draco bristled, "it's a necklace! And it goes perfectly with that shirt you're wearing!" Harry sighed in a defeated manner and let Draco fasten the chains around his neck.
Now, Draco slipped another necklace on himself; one with the same pendant that Harry's had, except it was on one delicate chain rather than several bulky ones. He took one last self conscious glace in the mirror before declaring them ready to go. He grabbed the invitation, and Harry's hand, and walked out the door.
And so, they walked towards the designated room nervously. Harry afraid that Ricardo would make another move on Draco, and Draco afraid that he would have to beat Finnigan to a bloody pulp (but he was also scared his hair was messed up).
When they reached the door and knocked on it, at first they were afraid they had the wrong room; the hall was dead silent. However, once the door was opened and they stepped through, they realized there was a silencing charm. Very clever, Harry thought, wizards must never get caught having parties.
Harry and Draco beheld the sight they saw before their eyes. It seemed as if the room had been charmed to be four times as big on the inside. It was also divided into two floors. The first floor had just a dance floor, a DJ, and a table with various alcoholic beverages as well as food. Harry could only assume that upstairs held the bathroom and bedroom.
It wasn't too long before Ricardo, wearing a very brightly colored shirt and a huge grin, ambushed the couple. His eyes raked Draco's body, up and down. Harry glared at him, and wished he had heat vision so Ricardo would burst into flames. It was a few seconds before he said anything, but eventually he did. "Welcome, friends!" he declared, only looking at Draco. Harry fumed silently.
"Hi," Draco said shyly, blushing. It was just then that a new song struck up, rocking the dance floor.
Ricardo gave Draco a look and said, "May I have this dance?"
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but then chose to do it mentally instead. 'What does he think he's playing at?' But apparently, Draco didn't hear him. Something was interfering with their bond again! And now Draco was going off towards the dance floor with Ricardo. "Bloody lovely!" he shouted, kicking the leg of the table he was standing next to.
Harry eyed the things on top of the table. It had various kinds of alcohol on it, and Harry was very much inclined to have a few glasses. He poured himself a shot of firewhiskey and downed it in one gulp. He grimaced at the burning sensation, but quickly got over it. Upon finishing his first shot, he eyed Draco and Ricardo on the dance floor and sighed, filling his glass. He was already starting to feel a bit light-headed. This wouldn't take long. He poured himself a third shot and walked over to the other side of the room, trying hard not to look at Draco.
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Draco was having a great time. Ricardo was quite a good dancer. He was beginning to get a bit thirsty though. When he voiced this to Ricardo, he smiled in a way that Draco didn't realize was menacing. "Lets get a drink then, shall we?" he said, taking Draco's hand and leading him towards the refreshment table.
He poured Draco a shot of firewhiskey and handed it to him, taking none for himself. Draco took it gratefully and downed it. He really should have remembered that he couldn't take strong alcohol. He gets wasted almost instantly; in fact, after his second glass. But, somehow, that managed to slip his mind as he drank his third shot. Ricardo watched him, rubbing his hands together excitedly. This is too easy, he thought.
While Draco was getting completely intoxicated, Harry wasn't doing much better. He was doing exactly what one shouldn't: drowning his upset in alcohol. It wasn't too long before Harry's mind began to go numb, and his words came out as slurs. So, he didn't think much of it when Seamus sat down next to him.
"Hey, Harry." He was saying. Harry looked at him and blinked a few times before it registered that Seamus was talking to him.
"Er… hurloo," Harry slurred. Seamus smiled.
"Why are you all by yourself? Where's Draco?" he asked, appearing a little concerned.
"He over… over there. With, you know… that guy…" Harry said bitterly.
"Oh, you mean Ricardo? Well, that's not very nice."
"No…"
"Why don't you come with me? We can go into the back room and have a chat!" Seamus said excitedly.
"Meh… okay, whatever." Harry said, getting up and following Seamus. Now, a sober Harry would not have left Draco alone with Ricardo. But, sober Harry was nowhere to be found.
"Draco?"
Draco giggled at the sound of his name. He slowly put down his empty glass and turned towards Ricardo. "He-llo." He said, cocking his head to one side.
"Why don't we go upstairs? It's nice and quiet up there. Your head probably hurts."
Draco put one hand up to his forehead and sighed. "Yeahhhh… okay let's go."
"Excellent." Ricardo whispered.
Once upstairs, Draco automatically stumbled towards the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, breathing slowly. "My head hurts…" he slurred quietly, looking towards Ricardo for comfort.
"Aw… that's not good," Ricardo said with false concern in his voice.
Draco shook his head, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Draco?" Ricardo said.
"Mmm…" Ricardo sniggered at that. All of a sudden, Draco felt something on top of him. His eyes shot open in surprise, but his senses were so dulled that he didn't really care that much. "What're you doin'?" He managed to mumble through his drunken stupor.
"Nothing, nothing… just relax."
Draco nodded and was just about to drift off into an uneasy sleep when he suddenly felt cold air touch his unmistakably bare chest. "Okay, I know you're not doing nothing." He said, coming to his senses slightly.
"Ssh, don't worry. It'll all be over soon."
Harry was desperately trying to read Seamus with his unfocused gaze, however everything looked so hazy that he probably wouldn't be able to read letters that were a foot tall.
Seamus was staring back at him intently, waiting for the right moment to do something. Harry was still thinking about Draco, and getting more and more jealous by the second. Why did he go with that bastard? There was something wrong here, but Harry could not see it, as his mind was clouded with alcohol. That may also be why he didn't see what Seamus was trying to do.
"Seamus," Harry mumbled drunkenly, "I gotta go check on Draco." Harry made a move to get up, but Seamus placed a firm hold on his arm. "What're you doing?" he gasped, staring at Seamus's hand.
"Don't go Harry," he said softly, his eyes boring into Harry's. Harry's gaze focused briefly, just long enough to realize that Seamus's eyes looked… dead. There was no playful glimmer that usually resided there. He was left with hollowness.
Harry realized that Seamus was leaning forward, almost tentatively. He tried desperately to free himself from Seamus's grasp, but to no avail. When Seamus felt the struggling, he pounced. Harry found himself pinned up against the arm of the couch with no room whatsoever to move.
"Seamus, stop!" he gasped desperately, "You're hurting me!"
Seamus didn't say anything; he glared at Harry menacingly, putting more pressure on the arm he had across Harry's chest. He got even closer, until his face was mere inches away from Harry's.
"Wh—" But Harry was cut off abruptly when Seamus violently lunged forward, closing the distance between the two of them. His mouth covered Harry's, and he immediately began to thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth.
Harry's eyes had shot wide open in surprise, and he began desperately squirming to try to throw Seamus off of him. Harry frantically tried to bite down on Seamus's tongue, but to no avail. When Seamus noticed what he was trying to do, he backed off Harry to backhand him harshly across the cheek.
Once there was an angry red mark across Harry's face, Seamus seemed satisfied, so he returned to his violent attack on Harry's mouth. Harry flailed about wildly, still trying to throw Seamus off. As a reaction to this, Seamus merely clutched Harry more tightly.
Harry jumped when he felt Seamus's cold hand slowly finding it's way under his shirt. This just made him squirm more violently. When Seamus broke away for air, Harry started yelling for help.
Seamus quickly grabbed his own wand and cast a silencing charm around the room they were in. "Now, now," he said mockingly, "we'll have none of that."
Harry whimpered as he felt Seamus re-attach himself to Harry's mouth. Even in his drunken state, Harry was scared shitless.
Draco wasn't in a much better situation. In fact, I would go as far as to say it was much, much worse. Not only was he much more drunk than Harry, but also there was a bigger size difference between him and his attacker. Even if he had been sober, at this point there was no way he would be able to throw Ricardo off of him.
Every time he felt Ricardo's skin come in contact with his own, he let out a pathetic whimper accompanied by tears streaming down his face. Draco was now almost completely naked, and he was doing all he could to keep his last scraps of clothing on. It wasn't doing much to help.
Ricardo was now sitting on top of Draco. Draco decided to close his eyes at this point, resigned to his fate. He started crying harder when he heard the sound of a zipper opening. Ricardo started attacking Draco's neck at that point as he leaned down hard on Draco's arms, trying to keep them from getting in his way. Draco yelped as Ricardo hurt a sensitive spot on his arm. A particular sensitive spot that connected him to Harry…
Draco's eyes shot open, but he quickly closed them again when he saw what was going on. He could only pray at this point that Harry would be able to hear him.
Harry was his last hope.
Harry felt an aching sensation on his arm. He slowly moved it behind Seamus's head, trying hard not to let him notice. Harry peered over Seamus's shoulder to look at the source of the unprovoked pain. He saw that it was coming from the center of the scar he had on his left arm, and a bruise was slowly appearing. Harry's fear disappeared for a minute, only to be replaced by confusion. Slowly, it came back to his alcohol-muddled mind that this probably had something to do with Draco.
Draco…
Harry's mind suddenly cleared as the alcohol began to wear off (wizards sober up faster than muggles). Then, it hit him like a runaway freight train going at 100 miles per hour. That was why Seamus was acting so weird. That was why he had taken him here. The enlightenment seemed to empower Harry as he started thrashing with renewed strength. He needed to save Draco from that bastard.
Seamus reacted by holding him down tighter. Harry maneuvered himself so he was in the right position, and then quickly and sharply kneed Seamus in the groin. Shock and pain spread across his face as he promptly tumbled off the couch. Once he had regained his senses, Harry was long gone, elbowing himself though the crowd.
People were looking at him with indignant expressions on their faces, wondering who he thought he was, just pushing them out of the way, but Harry didn't care. There were much more important things going on than public niceties.
Finally, Harry had managed to fight his way to the stairs. Before ascending them, he mentally prepared himself for anything he might find up there, and he vowed he would not let his emotions get in the way of what he had to do. Later, Harry realized what a dumb thing that was to think. Of course he would let his emotions get in the way.
Before turning the corner into the main hallway at the top of the stairs, Harry withdrew his wand from his back pocket. He then turned the corner and preceded down the hall, holding his wand out in front of him threateningly, supposedly ready for anything.
But what Harry was not ready for was hearing desperate whimpering coming from the bedroom on the far end of the hallway. He was not ready for knowing that the sound was coming from Draco. And he was not ready for seeing Draco crumpled on the floor, curled into a tight ball. Wearing absolutely nothing.
At the sound of Harry's footsteps, Draco visibly flinched, thinking it was Ricardo coming to do something else horrible to him. Harry's eyes welled up with tears at the sight. Draco scrambled into the corner, his arms still covering his eyes. He was shaking horribly.
In his heart, Harry knew what happened. His mind just didn't want to accept it.
"D-D-Draco?" Harry stuttered, petrified.
Draco froze at the voice. He recognized it, but he didn't want to believe it. He was afraid he would look up, and he would have imagined it.
It was only when Harry put a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder that he looked up. Harry gasped at the appearance of Draco's face. He had a bruise splashed across his otherwise flawless cheekbone, and little cuts were scattered all around his mouth. He looked so… broken.
"Harry!" Draco had the strength to yell out. The two boys just stared at each other's disheveled appearances for a few moments, tears streaming down their faces. Not from their own pain, but from their compassion for one another.
Finally, Harry broke the spell by falling to the ground beside Draco and taking him in his arms. At this comforting gesture, Draco threw his arms around Harry's neck and started wailing, burying his face in the curve of Harry's neck. Harry stroked his hair soothingly, whispering comforting words into his ear.
Harry picked up his wand from where he had dropped it beside him and used it to conjure a large woolen blanket that he wrapped around Draco's shaking body.
Only when Draco stopped shivering did Harry ask the question on the tip of his tongue. Again, he knew the answer; he just didn't want to believe it.
"What happened to you?"
Draco looked up into Harry's eyes, disbelief written all over his face. He wiped the tears from his own eyes before answering. "Don't you realize?" he said, his voice quavering. "He raped me."
Draco jumped as he saw a deep anger and hatred flash across Harry's green eyes. "That. Fucking. Bastard. I'll. Fucking. KILL. Him." Harry said. Hearing Draco actually say what happened somehow made it sound so much worse.
"Uh…" Draco said softly.
Harry promptly snapped out of his trance, looking at Draco with concern.
"Could you possibly deal with him later? I don't think I can take this right now." He whispered.
Harry nodded sympathetically. He took out his wand again and summoned his invisibility cloak from his room (A/N: Hey, don't ask me how, ok? He's Harry Potter, in times of dire need he can do these things! Sorry to interrupt :-P…). He quickly gathered up Draco, with the blanket still around him, in his arms and handed Draco his clothes. He threw the invisibility cloak over them and strode purposefully towards the door.
"Try to make yourself as small as possible," he whispered, "people will freak out if they feel something but don't see anything."
Draco nodded compliantly and scrunched up tighter. Once they were out of Ricardo and Seamus's room, Harry began walking faster.
"Uh, Harry? Isn't our room the other way?" Draco whispered.
"Yes." Harry said shortly.
"Where are we going?" Draco said, sounding frightened.
"I'm taking you to the Hospital Wing."
"No, don't!" Draco cried.
Harry stopped and "looked" at him (they're still invisible). "Why not? You were raped. You need medical attention!"
"Can't you help me?" Draco whimpered. "I don't want anyone else to touch me."
Harry heard him start to cry again and gave in with a sigh. He turned around to go back to their room.
Once they reached their room, Draco was placed lightly on the bed so Harry could examine his condition. After quickly charming away the scratches and bruises on his face, Harry began checking for internal injuries. He was quite angry when he found some. He went to his trunk and started rummaging through its contents until he found the potion he was looking for, and quickly poured it into a cup so Draco could drink it.
Draco took the cup gratefully, but spluttered on its contents when he tried to swallow too much at once. When he eventually got it all down, Harry declared his inspection over and handed Draco his boxers.
While Draco dressed, Harry watched him with a faraway look in his eye. Once Draco had finished, he sat down on the bed next to Harry. Harry looked at him and opened his mouth as if to say something, but apparently decided against it, for he closed it a moment later.
"What is it?" Draco said; his hands folded into his lap.
"Nothing… I was just thinking… we really should go tell somebody what he did to you."
Draco's eyes widened at the prospect, and he began to vigorously shake his head, which he stopped when his head began to hurt. "No, if you we do that, it will get around all over the school! I don't want anyone to know what happened to me!"
Harry sighed, but nodded in defeat. "I knew you would say that. Just… let me know if you ever want to do something, okay? I'll help you if you do." Draco nodded. "Now, I think we should go to sleep. You must be completely exhausted from that." And indeed Draco was. As I turned out, physical and mental turmoil made you quite tired.
"All right… but I have to shower first." Draco wanted to wash away the feeling he still had lingering on his skin.
When he emerged, Harry left the room to get ready for bed as Draco climbed into his, shivering until he had the covers securely around him. When Harry came out of the bathroom, he smiled at Draco and made a move to go to his own bed again.
Draco made a noise so Harry would look at him. "I thought we discussed this the other day? You're sleeping here."
Harry looked mildly surprised, but pleased all the same. "I just thought, because of what happened to you, you wouldn't want anyone to touch you."
"You're right, I don't want anyone to touch me. But you're not anyone; I trust you. You would never hurt me."
Harry smiled warmly at his words and lay down in bed next to him. He lay there kind of stiffly; still kind of trying to avoid contact with Draco in fear he would get frightened. So, you could imagine Harry's surprise when Draco pulled him closer, and indicated that he wanted Harry to hold him. Harry complied gratefully, letting Draco rest his chin on Harry's shoulder.
If that surprised him, you could imagine his shock when his little blond lover leaned forward and began kissing him on the lips. Harry started, but quickly fell into the rhythm of the kiss. Harry let Draco initiate almost every aspect of it, waiting for the okay before he went any further, afraid he would startle Draco. Surprisingly, Draco had no qualms when Harry gently bit down on his bottom lip and ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth. Instead, he moaned, pulling Harry closer to him. Their tongues swirled together, sending shivers up and down their spines, and making them press up flush against each other. Harry's mind grew clouded with the passion of the whole escapade, so without thinking, he went directly for the next step. He brushed Draco's waist as he put his hand on the waistband of Draco's boxers.
Draco jumped slightly and placed his hand over Harry's. "Sorry," he muttered, "not quite ready for that yet. Probably won't be for a few weeks." Harry smiled apologetically, his lips swollen from their kiss, and nodded.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I wouldn't have done it, had I been thinking." Draco waved away his apology and curled up close next to him. "Draco, I'm sorry." Harry whispered.
Draco looked at him skeptically. "You already said you were sorry, no need to do it again."
Harry shook his head. "Not just that. I'm also sorry about what happened to you. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. I knew that bastard was going to try something, and I should have kept my eye on you. It's my fault; I could have prevented it!"
"No, Harry! It's not your fault, nobody saw it coming. All you could have done was to show up when you did, before he could try anything else."
Harry shook his head, but didn't argue. He wrapped his arms tightly around his lover and kissed his neck. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." He whispered, caressing Draco's face.
Draco leaned forward and kissed him again. "I assure you, you'll never have to find out."
And so, they fell asleep, unknowing that the plan in store for them had only just commenced, and that they had played right into the trap set. Well, they would find out soon enough.
(End Of Chapter Eight)
(A/N): I have the urge to laugh maniacally now, but I think I'll resist. Okay, so I'm really sorry about what happened to Draco, but I promise, it was all part of the plot. I didn't just do that to torture you. I'm also sorry about the party. I said it would be wild, and it was, but I don't think that's exactly what you were hoping for. If you want me to, I promise I'll put another party in a later chapter that is purely about having fun, no rape involved!
So, was the rape a shocker? I don't think it was; you know I can't write fluff for too long. That being said, I'm pretty sure at this point that the next chapter is going to be a lot fluffier than this one. But the one after that, the plot really picks up, and all confusion will be cleared up. Wait, strike that. I'm pretty sure chapter ten will be the climax of the story, where everything gets even more confusing. So I don't know… okay, now I'm just rambling. In any case, keep an eye out for the foreshadowing in the next chapter!
Did you all drop into a dead faint when you saw I posted less than a week after I last did? Well, waking up at four is doing wonders for my writing! So, yeah. Uh, so leave me nice, long reviews that give me ideas, compliment me, give me constructive criticism… even if you can't make them long, just say SOMETHING! And if you read a chapter and the next one is already up, review both! Pleeease? Okay! (smile). So, next chapter will be up next week probably! Maybe even sooner!! Review! Until next time,
XOXO Princesspepper OXOX