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WARNING: This chapter is R rated. It contains violence, rape and blood. If you can't take this, please don't read it ;)
Drunk
Chapter 8
Breaking
"Step closer, boy!"
A thin, shrieking voice cut its way through a black hood, which covered the face of a tall, man sitting on a gigantic throne in the middle of a big hall.
Draco looked at his father, who nodded and took a step towards the throne.
His whole body was shaking, and it took all his courage to keep his face calm, his eyes cold and emotionless, as he stared at the place on the hood at which he knew, a pair of red, evil eyes was watching him.
His father had been waiting for him at the Hog's Head. "You're late, Son!"
"I'm sorry"...
Lucius had given him a cold glare. "Take this. This will lead you straight to the meeting's place. I won't tell you where it's being held; you are still too young to get that kind of information. Draco nodded. He knew he wasn't allowed to ask too many questions. "Do as you are told to do!" That was his father's favourite line, and to Draco it was a mantra to remember.
His father held out a small silver coin. Draco looked at it.
"A Transit Key..." It was more a statement than a question.
"Indeed. Touch it, and I will meet you outside the hall."
Draco took the coin. He only just sensed how cold the little coin felt in his hand, before the ground disappeared under his feet, and he was being thrown through the air. Suddenly, he felt the earth, and he looked up, shaking his head, trying to clear his head from the ride.
A big stone gate was heaving in front of him. He took a deep breath, and then he knocked three times and waited...
"Lucius, take off my hood!"
Draco saw his father, hurrying through the circle of Death Eaters to stand beside Voldemort.
He carefully took a hold in the black material, and slowly, almost too slow, he slid off the hood.
Draco tried not to gasp with horror.
The years of being defeated time after time by Harry, had made this, once a big, strong wizard, look like a monster from one of the muggle-fairy tales, that Draco secretly had been reading when he was a little boy. His face was white as new fallen snow. His eyes were red and hanging, and slowly watering from the light, which shone in his red pupils. It looked like a fire burned deep inside them; it was making its way through Draco, opening his chest, exploring his soul for every person in the room to see. Draco felt his legs starting to give up underneath him, and he fell forward, feeling his knees making contact with the hard stone floor with a cracking sound.
"Your son is weak, Lucius", Voldemort said, looking at the kneeling Draco with a disgusted grimace. "Make him stand up!"
Draco felt someone grabbing his arms, and two Death Eaters pulled him to his feet fiercely.
"Look at me, Draco!" Voldemort commanded with a hoarse, angry yell.
Draco slowly lifted his head. His eyes made contact with Voldemort's, but this time, he held the gaze, forcing himself to be strong.
"You father has told me, that you are aware of my plans with you, am I right?"
Draco nodded. "You must answer me when I ask you something!" Voldemort spat.
"Yes my lord!" Draco said, still looking straight at Voldemort.
"He's a brave little devil, your son", Voldemort said, his attention turned towards Luicus, a small evil smile playing on his thin, white lips. "Perhaps he needs a lesson to be taught before I take him under my wing..."
Voldemort stepped down from his throne, and made his way down to Draco. Draco held his breath as Voldemort came closer, taking his wand from his robe.
"You will learn how to obey my wishes, boy!" Voldemort was now so close Draco could smell the sickening reek of death, which seemed to cling to Voldemort like a bunch of parasites.
He lifted his wand and poked Draco's cheek. Draco closed his eyes, waiting for the spell to hit him. Nothing happened. Instead he felt a cold, bony finger tracing the line of his jaw. With shock, he opened his eyes and saw Voldemort looking hungrily at him.
"You are a very beautiful young man, Draco," he said, touching Draco's silver hair. "I bet every student at Hogwarts is dreaming naughty dreams about you... but I can tell that you are sill a... virgin?"
"My lord," Draco suddenly heard his father brake in. "You do remember, Draco is under the shield of the family curse, he can't, -"
"Lucius, be careful not to forget one little thing about me", Voldemort said, turning his head to Lucius. "I am to be said, the greatest wizard to walk on this earth. I have killed many men, many women and just as many children. Do you not think I know everything about your family? Every, little detail, every little spell, curse and prophecy! Do you not think I know that, Lucius?"
Voldemort's voice was dangerously kind and calm. Draco looked at his father. Lucius' face was turning red. For the first time in his life, Draco's father looked... scared?
"My lord, I apologise, I didn't mean to offend You, I, -"
"Offend me, Lucius? Oh no, but you did question my knowledge, and for that you must pay –CRUCIUS!"
Draco watched his father, as he flew up in air, he's arms and legs twisting and turning in every impossible direction. He didn't make any sound, didn't scream or cry out in pain. "So cold..." Draco thought, listening to the cracking sound of bones braking in his father's body.
Finally, it stopped, and his father fell to the ground, not moving but breathing heavily.
"To your information, Lucius", Voldemort said, not even carrying to look at his victim, "I have a spell which will reverse the family curse for a few hours. Draco will still be under the curse when I'm through with him." Then he made a gesture to the two Death Eaters, who were still holding on to Draco, and disappeared into a hole in the wall behind the throne.
Harry shuddered.
He didn't know how long he'd been standing out here on the Hogwarts ground, looking after Draco, but his legs was starting to freeze off, and he soon realized, that they never managed to get their cloaks with them. He was just on his way toward the main entrance, when he suddenly heard big sobs coming from a close shrubbery. He followed the sound, and there, behind a big tree sat Ginny.
"Ginny? What on earth are you doing out here?"
He kneeled beside her. She was shaking violently, her knees pressed against her chest while she rocked back and forth, hiding her face in her hands.
"Ginny..."
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME!" Ginny now looked at him, her eyes red from all the crying, long black strains of wet mascara colouring her cheeks.
"You ask me to go to the Party with you, and then you just leave?
"Oh, I'm sorry Ginny, I really am, I, -"
"I don't want to hear your lame excuses, you left me in there, looking so fucking stupid! Everybody was looking at me, andall the Slytherin's were laughing...and... andwhy did you follow Malfoy out here?
Harry froze.
"I... he insulted me, and I wanted to beat him up!" He knew it sounded stupid, but he didn't know what else to say.
Ginny studiet him for a moment. Then she sighed deeply. "Fine... but don't ever leave me again like that, got it?"
He smiled weakly. "Got it."
She stood up and brushed her dress."I'm goingto go to bed.Are you coming?"
"Er... I forgot something, you just go ahead! I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said.
She smiled and nodded. Then she walked into the castle.
Slowly, Harry stood up too, and walked through the gate. He made sure nobody saw him sneak his way through the Great Hall, and when he walked up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower, he watched his steps so that he wouldn't make any noise. He didn't have the energy to explain where he'd been to anyone right now, and he new that many Gryffindor boys brought their dates to the tower, having their wicked way with them on the soft couches in the common room.
He reached his bed without running into someone, and crawled under the sheets. He lay there, looking at the full moon which shone with a pale, ghostly light, reminding Harry of a certain boy.
"Malfoy..." he whispered. "Where are you?"
"Where are you taking me? Let go!"
The two Death Eaters pushed Draco into the secret room into which, Voldemort had just disappeared, and closed the door.
Darkness surrounded him, as he stood there, in the middle of a small room. The air was thick of dust and a nauseatingly smell reached Draco's nostrils, making him feel sick and on the edge of throwing up.
He was scared. He had no idea what was going on, and what Voldemort was going to do, but he knew it wasn't good. He remembered the way Voldemort had looked at him in the hall, and he shuddered.
Suddenly, a door to his left opened, and Voldemort stepped in, looking dangerously tall in the small room.
"Lumos!" he said, and his wand gloved, lightening up the small cell, as Draco now found himself in. He watched Voldemort, as his lord lit up some torches, making light enough for Draco to get a closer look at the cell. There weren't any furniture except for a small bed and a little table. He looked at the bed.
He suddenly understood.
"Come here, boy".
Voldemort was standing in the other end of the room. He had a dangerously victorious look on his ugly face, and he was holding out a long, bony hand.
Draco didn't move.
"Come... here!"
Draco took a few steps toward Voldemort. His whole body was shaking with fear, sweat was forming in his forehead, and he the sickening feeling in his stomach, was now so strong, he thought he would soon faint.
"Look at me, Draco Malfoy!" Voldemort commanded.
Draco looked up.
"I am no longer a man. I am no longer handsome as I once was. I have no partners in my life anymore; no one would like to touch me as I'm starting to fall apart. But I still have needs, and I will make sure that my needs will be fulfilled. And Draco, you are still young; your body is still fresh and new... untouched...! Tonight you will be mine, and I will take your body and use it."
He run a thin, white hand down Draco's chest, and Draco shuddered with disgust.
Voldemort smiled evilly through the curtain of long, grey greasy hair. His hand had now reached the bottom of Draco's blouse, and his fingers curled around the silver material. Draco gasped, when Voldemort suddenly took a hold in his blouse with both hand, and with a 'riczh' tear his blouse open. He starred at Draco's naked chest, making Draco feel both helpless and filthy.
"Do-Don't touch me!" He stammered backing, but quickly feeling the cold wall against his back. He was trapped.
Voldemort was raising his wand. He muttered a spell, and strong leather ropes flew from the tip of his wand and tied up Draco, making him fall to the floor where he lay struggling to get free.
"Please," he begged "Please, don't...!"
"One thing you must know about your lord, my dear boy, is that I own no mercy".
He leaned over Draco, letting his skeleton hands roam over Draco's bare chest, leaving red lines of bloody scratches on his pale skin.
"Turn around, Draco..." Voldemort's voice was low and husky with desire. Draco felt tears falling from his eyes.
"No...!"
"Turn... around, Draco!"
He sobbed, slowly rolling to lie on his stomach, hiding his face in his arms, trying not to let Voldemort see he was crying.
"Ahh, Yes...!"
He felt his belt being opened and cold air was hitting his naked arse and legs, as he felt his trousers being ripped off his legs. "You can scream all you want, no on here cares about you or your pathetic virginity, and I must say, I prefer screamers!"
Then everything exploded, as Voldemort spread his legs, and entered him with such violence, Draco thought he was going to split in two.
He screamed, struggling to get free of the ropes. Voldemort was sitting on his legs, trusting into him with loud groans and moans, sweat forming on his white forehead. His mouth was slightly open, and drool was dripping from his lips, down to Draco's back.
"NO! I swear, I will kill you, stop!" Draco yelled with frustration, but Voldemort only laughed. He tried to roll away, but even though Voldemort was still weak, he possessed a strength, which Draco couldn't fight against. His body finally gave up, and Voldemort's trust became even more forceful, making Draco scream with pain and shame. He felt dirty, as was he covered in mud.
Images of Harry flickered behind his eyelids, as he remembered their last kiss, trying to make himself leave this moment, to be back in the garden with Harry.
"Harry!" he thought, tears falling from his cheeks, his body shaking from each of Voldemort's trust. "Harry, please... he's breaking me!"
"Please... stop... NO!"
In the hall outside the cell, horrible screams could be heard coming from somewhere behind the throne. The group of Death Eaters was still out there, standing together in smaller groups. Some of them not even flinching from the noise, other laughing evilly, sending nasty smiles in the direction of the cell.
No body seemed to care about, what was happening in the darkness right in this moment.
Not even the tall, silver haired man, who was standing in the other end of the room, pointing at his right arm, muttering healing spells, seemed to have any sign of sympathy towards the young man.
And as the clouds slowly covered the moon, putting oapologiesut every light to be seen, the screams continued...
At the same time, somewhere in the Gryffindor Tower, Harry sat up abruptly in his bed, sweat forming on his forehead.
"Draco!"
TBQ
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