AN: K, this chap is a bit violent; I was in a weird mood, I'm sorry, sheesh! At least I'm warning u, most of the time I forget and people get mad.
Have u guys seen the new comment things? Can I reply to u with those if u have questions? I have to ask! I feel rude otherwise, even though I'll prob still do it even if u don't answer me.
"Welcome to my room."
Harry warily surveyed his new surroundings. It figures Malfoy has his own room away from the other seventh years. Lucky sod.
"It's nice." Harry muttered, unwilling to admit that he was impressed.
The spacious room was decorated richly with deep blues and silvers; surprisingly enough there was a lack of Slytherin colors. Harry's eyes widened in awe as he realized they were merely standing in what could be described as the "common room"; a few more doors further into the room showed that Lucius had an abundance of rooms to suit his needs.
The room must be charmed. Harry mused, staring up at the ceiling. And this just proves that a bit of money in the right hand can get you what you want.
"I'm glad you approve." Lucius smiled, snapping Harry out of his revere.
He turned toward Lucius and watched calmly as the tall wizard moved smoothly across the room and toward a large mahogany desk that was littered with important looking papers.
"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable Harry." Lucius murmured as he looked down and read one of the parchments. "You'll be here for a while yet." He glanced up and smirked.
An unwilling shiver shook through Harry as he reluctantly went to sit by the fire. He wasn't cold exactly, it was still early in the day for that, but the warmth of the flames gave him comfort in this unfamiliar environment.
"Why did you buy me?" Harry asked suddenly.
Cocking a pale brow, Lucius silently observed Harry.
What's he looking at? Do I have something on my face? The younger fidgeted under his scrutiny.
"I've been watching you Harry." The blonde murmured finally. "I have been for a while now, and I've decided to make my move."
Harry's mouth dropped. "You've been watching me?" He demanded with a yelp.
"It doesn't matter, what does is that you understand me and accept what I'm offering you." Lucius stepped closer and grasped Harry's hands in his own.
A huff of irritation met his words and Harry nodded knowingly. "You already told me that you wanted to be my boyfriend. I'm not sure if I like you enough to – "
"That's not what I'm trying to tell you now. That conversation is one of the past, this present one holds more importance."
Does he have to hold my hands like this? And if he doesn't want to be my boyfriend then why the hell am I here?
Lucius slowly led Harry back toward his desk, the further from the fire he stepped, the colder Harry became. He was getting a bad feeling about this.
"Do you know who the Dark Lord is?"
What in Merlin's name? Is he kidding me? Harry scowled. "Of course I know who that is. He's the one recruiting Death Eaters or whatever they're called." He tugged at his hands, trying to free them. "What does this have to do with…" He trailed off, eyes slowly widening.
Lucius laughed deeply and rolled up his sleeves as he continued to pin Harry with his body against the large desk.
"Join me Harry; I'm sure my Master will reward you well." Lucius whispered seductively, gently kissing the boy's temple. "I know you would do well under his hand, you could be powerful."
Harry stiffened and slowly glanced down at the teen's forearm.
The Dark Mark screamed up at him and the blood immediately drained from his face.
Oh shit, I'm in way over my head. It's one thing assuming something, but actually seeing it… Merlin, I feel sick.
Lucius pulled the smaller body tightly into his hold. "I feel your heart beating Harry; it's so rapid… like a scared little rabbit." He chuckled darkly. "Are you scared of me?"
It was beating rapidly? To Harry it felt as though his chest would explode with the fierce pounding in his ears.
I have to get out of here. His panicked eyes darted toward the door.
"So?" Lucius grasped his chin and forced him to turn and lock eyes with his own steel gaze. "Will you join the Dark Lord?"
"N-never." Harry hissed past clenched teeth. Why would he think I would say anything but no?
Steel narrowed to icy sharpness. "Excuse me?" He demanded.
Harry ripped his face away from the cold hold of his captor. "I said no." He breathed harshly.
Lucius growled and wasted no time in backhanding Harry, the force of his blow sending the boy reeling.
"You fool!" He spat. "Do you not understand what I'm offering you?"
The throbbing of his cheek distracted Harry for a moment and he blinked dizzily as he tried to right himself.
"You could be great, yet you refuse?" Lucius circled the quaking boy distractedly. "I thought you were a Slytherin Potter, you have the power!" He ranted. "You have the opportunity to harness that power and you refuse."
"I won't be evil." Harry glared.
He found himself being laughed at as Lucius came to a halt in front of him, leering dangerously with a vicious grin. "There is a fine line Harry, good and evil, is there really a difference?" He raised a pale brow. "Or perhaps you fear going against your brother. It's no secret that he loves those filthy Muggles."
"Shut up!" Harry yelled, eyes flashing.
Lucius smiled slowly. "You fear his opinion of you." He taunted. "You won't make a move unless you have your brother's approval. Pathetic Potter, that's really pathetic."
Harry screamed as he lunged at the blonde, fist cocked and swooping toward the fine cheek. His knuckles connected with the soft flesh, sending Lucius' head snapping to the side with the force of his momentum.
Uh oh. Harry's eyes widened in shock.
Lucius roared angrily and threw Harry away from him, knocking the slight body into the mahogany desk and clipping his side.
"Arg!" Harry grimaced in pain and doubled over.
"You little slut." Lucius hovered over him, panting lightly as he swiped his hair from his face. "You'll regret doing that." He warned.
I probably will. Harry weakly fell to his knees and glared up reproachfully as the blonde moved forward with menace.
Before Harry could back away, the larger wizard snatched a letter opener from the desk and viciously stabbed downward onto Harry's leg.
Harry screamed in pure agony as the dull knife plunged into his thigh and he toppled onto his back. "Ah!" Blood immediately pooled and stained his pants a deep red as Lucius released his hold and left the gruesome picture as it was.
"Do you like the feel of pain Harry?" Lucius licked his lips excitedly, eyes glowing with lust.
Choked sobs were the only thing Harry could manage at the moment and he hiccupped as he glared through his tears. "N-no-t ev-veryone is a m-mas-sochist li-k-e you." He spat. "F-fucking b-ba-stard." He shuddered as pained chills raced up his spine.
Lucius scowled and brought his boot down onto the knife with force, burying it deeper into the thick flesh of the boy's thigh. Harry howled, bile rising in his throat as a wave of sickness passed through him, arching his back in agony. He was going to pass out, he knew it, the pain was too much. The smell of blood tickled his nose as tears dribbled into his screaming mouth.
"S-stop it!" He pleaded, limply melting into the floor as he cradled his wound with blood slicked hands. "Please."
"I could stop Harry." Lucius murmured, teeth bared as his chest heaved with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Then again, you could accept my offer," he smiled charmingly, "but we don't see that happening anytime soon, do we?"
Please, Merlin. Harry sobbed, swallowing thickly as his vision blurred. Why the fuck is this happening to me!
Harry lurched forward with a scream as Lucius ripped the letter opener from his leg, sending a fresh spurt of blood across his pants and skin. This was worse then any curse or hex he had been victim to, even worse then the minor injuries he had experienced over the years.
He didn't know how much more of this he would be able to take, it hurt, and Lucius was actually enjoying it.
"Why are you doing this?" He sobbed. "I hate you!" Harry yelled helplessly, fingers twitching as they attempted to stem the flow of blood.
Lucius clenched his fists angrily. "You hate me?" He shook his head with a cold smile. "If you hate me then you will most definitely despise your little Severus."
Harry blinked and warily watched the blonde. "What?" He frowned at the complete change of topic.
"Snape, your boyfriend I suppose, or whatever it is you call him." Lucius shrugged uncaringly. "Do you know what he did to you, what he allowed me to do to you?"
"N-no…" Harry whispered, confused.
"He drugged you Harry, with his own little creation; you know how he enjoys his Potions." He waved the thought away. "He let me use you as I saw fit, which is why I am not so "eager" to jump your bones at the present time. Let's say I've already sampled you."
The shocked boy stared at the Slytherin who could spout such crude words and still remain so nonchalant about it. He couldn't possibly be serious.
"You expect me to believe you?" He breathed.
Lucius shook his head endearingly. "No Harry, I know you believe me already. Don't you remember your little episode that got you sent to Madam Pompfrey?"
No. Unwillingly the images began floating up from his subconscious. He did know, he remembered. No, please, Severus wouldn't do something so horrible.
"It was you." Harry quivered. "It was your voice that I heard… I remember." His hand flew to his mouth. I'm going to be sick, I really – no, I can't even think it, it's too disgusting.
An out of place smile spread across Lucius' smug face. "Remembering the fond times between us?"
"You disgusting pig!" Harry cried. "You used me! You fucking used me when I had no idea what I was doing!"
"I'm in Slytherin for a reason." He pointed out with a sneer.
Harry weakly slid to his knees. "You bastard." He whispered. "Both of you are fucking bastards." His head remained bowed submissively.
"Yes, yes, poor Harry was used and abused." Lucius mocked. "I shed tears for your misfortune. Really Potter, suck it up, it's over and done with."
The blonde sighed and turned toward the bedroom with a languid stretch and pop of his muscles. He grew tired of such trivial discussions.
"Since you refuse to willingly obey, you will remain out here." Lucius indicated the couches. "But mark my words Potter, the Dark Lord will have you." He smiled sweetly. "Sweet dreams."
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Silence permeated the room, save for the soft crackle and pop of the dying fire. Emerald orbs glared into the wispy flicks of red and orange.
He had to get out.
Thud.
"Shit." The whispered curse was spat. Ouch, that hurt.
Harry struggled to lift himself from the heavy sprawl he had fallen in, it was a slight distance from the couch, but it still smarted. His leg ached with the movement, still sore from the silver that had pierced it.
"I'm going to kill Malfoy." He hissed. If he didn't have such loyalty to his House he probably would have told someone about this little "incident".
No use in getting that prick in trouble, like Severus said, he would ruin my reputation in a heartbeat.
He managed to raise himself and hopped awkwardly on one foot as he struggled to keep his weight off his injured limb. Harry panted angrily, face drawn up in a grimace of pained rage. Malfoy wouldn't get away with this. He would make sure of it. Carefully he turned and limped with agonizing slowness toward the door, the first thing he had to do was get out of there.
The door loomed ahead of him, foreboding and promising in the same moment. If he made it back to his own dorm he could probably make it through the night. Staying here was definitely suicide and not on his list of things to do.
Bloody hell this stings. He winced as he accidentally put too much weight on his wounded leg. I'm going to be in a right mess tomorrow morning unless I heal this soon, I don't want it getting infected.
"Tergio." He whispered, twitching as the wound was cleaned. That'll have to do for now.
He was utterly stupid, only after Lucius had left had Harry found his wand trapped within his robes. He was furious at the thought that he could have stopped all of this from happening. But now was not the time to dwell on the stupidity of third year Slytherins, he had his wand now; it made things easier on his part.
Harry hobbled the remaining distance to the door with determination. Yes! He inwardly cheered. Freedom was so close he could literally touch it. He reached out and grasped the knob with a quick twist.
Instantly an unpleasant jolt shocked through his fingers and arm. He clamped down hard on his tongue to hold back his yelp of pain, it had been close. He had a moment of confusion before his eyes widened in realization and then narrowed irritably.
Fuck! It figures Malfoy would have Stealth Sensoring Spells on his room! Harry swiveled toward the ajar door leading to the bedroom. Please let him be a heavy sleeper.
Without hesitating longer then was necessary, Harry leapt back into motion and ignored the sharp twinges running the length of his arm, forcing his own magic into the lock. He had to get that damned door to open.
"Yes!" He hissed as the knob finally gave out and turned. Freedom, here I come.
He glanced over his shoulder once more before he left and hissed toward Lucius' door with a wave of his wand.
Tomorrow it would begin.
AN: Sorry Lucius fans, I luv him too, but it had to be done. We couldn't have Harry falling for him; this is sadly not LM/HP, which I do enjoy. Eh, so on with the evilness.
-Red