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Harry woke up with a start. He bolted upright and looked from side to side, trying to find out where he was. He found himself in a familiar room with cream walls, and a large comfy bed in which he was lying down in. He rubbed his eyes, and ran a hand through his dark hair.
"You're finally up." Harry whipped his head to the side and saw Hermione leaning against the door with her arms crossed. Her eyes were slightly puffy and red from crying, but other then that, she looked pretty normal.
"Hermione? Wait, what happened?" He asked his memory a bit fuzzy. He recalled talking to Hermione about the whole 'Going away to kill Voldie' ordeal, but then he didn't remember much.
"You had a panic attack." She stated flatly. "You hyperventilated, and passed out, so I levitated you here, and well, you've been sleeping for a while." She said with a bemused voice.
"Why'd I have a panic attack? I hadn't had one in years." said Harry, confused.
"You hyperventilated because I told you." she said quietly. Her brown eyes staring into nothing.
"Told me wha... Oh fuck." The memory suddenly came rushing back, the words Hermione had said ripping him to pieces. He was raped. He was raped. He was raped. He was raped.
Harry tried to block out the haunting speech that Hermione said, though it wasn't working. He could still hear her words as clear as day in his head, and it was scaring him.
Harry shook his head, the tears prickling in his eyes. "No, no. He, Draco couldn't have been r, r..." he trailed off, unable to say that horrible word. "It can't be." He whispered, voice shaking.
Hermione looked at him through sad brown eyes. She couldn't imagine how much it had hurt Harry, hearing that the man that he loved with such a passion being raped. Hermione would never know the force of the impact of the words that Harry had only now heard.
She walked towards him slowly, sitting down on the bed and putting a comforting arm around his shoulder. Harry leaned his head on her arm, accepting the pity Hermione was giving him.
"Tell me how it happened." He said quietly, so quietly that Hermione had to strain her ears to hear properly.
She frowned. "Harry, are you sure? I mea - "
" - Please, 'Mione," Harry asked quietly, begging her. Her face fell. She didn't want to tell him about that. It would surely hurt him too much, but she understood how much this mattered to him, so she took a deep breath, and then started her sad tale.
"About two weeks after you'd left, Draco, well, he still very much loved you. Somehow he knew, he just, felt that what you said to him, he didn't tell us exactly what you told him though, wasn't true. He thought that you just had to go and leave for a while," she started, and Harry felt the slightest bit of happiness at those words, knowing that Draco didn't completely believe what he told him.
"For days he would stare out the window, hoping you'd come back, hoping he'd see you walking down the lane and into the Manor, just to see him.
"But then after a month passed, Draco started to lose hope," Hermione's face fell, as did Harry's.
"He barely ate, he didn't go out of his room, and the only times he did were when he had to go to the loo, or to take a bath. And a few more weeks after, he just stopped eating. He refused to let us feed him, but we just had to get something in his stomach or he'd die of hunger."
Harry's eyes watered and the guilt he felt earlier was beginning to grow and grow. He motioned for her to continue when she saw his face.
"We'd force this potion that Severus made, and it kinda worked as food. It contained all those vitamins and stuff, along with protein, calcium and yeah. The potion even made him full after he'd take it. But even if he took it, Draco continued to just lose weight and he became skin and bones. Nothing more then that." Hermione said grimly.
"But the thing is, Harry, about six months after you'd left, someone came in here. You came in here."
Harry's eyes widened. Someone had pretended to be him so they could abuse Draco. Anger started to build up inside of him. His fists and teeth were now clenched, and he was fighting to keep the tears in.
"'You just appeared here, one day. Draco saw this-this imposter, although at the time, he didn't know it wasn't you, and ran up to him." She stopped for a quick breath of air.
"The man," she continued, "The person, brought him to your room, and locked the door. We found out that he put very powerful wards around the door, so none of us could get in. But this guy was so into what he was doing to Draco, that he forgot to sound-proof it, which was a good thing for us.
"That day, Ron came in, while the guy was with Draco and overheard him screaming, begging for help. 'Harry, Harry stop!' that's what Ron said he heard. So, you know that Ron is a pretty skilled wizard, right?"
Harry nodded, but urged her to continue. Hermione understood his impatience.
She too, would act like him, should something like that ever happen to Ron, though she couldn't really imagine Ron being raped by someone in her head. She looked at him, and she imediately saw the look or worry, anger and sadness in his emerald green eyes. It was pretty much the feature that showed the most emotion on him right now.
"So Ron broke the wards and burst in, right before the man could… ejaculate," Hermione said, whispering the last word.
Harry let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "Oh God… Y-you mean the bastard had his dick up Draco's arse!" Harry sputtered. Hermione nodded.
Harry's clenched fists were shaking violently. "Draco… He's mine. Not just some asshole's play toy. He's mine, all of him is mine," Harry nearly yelled, eyes narrowed.
"Ron stunned him." Hermione continued, ignoring Harry. "Hard. He went to Draco, firecalled all of us, and we apparated in right away. When I got in there, I took Draco, who was covered in bruises and scratches, in my arms, and spelled him to sleep, since he wouldn't have been good for anything else at the time. And as for the man, he used Polyjuice potion. But none of us knows how he got your hair."
"Wait, 'Mione, who was he?" Harry seethed. "I'm gonna go murder him. Slowly and painfully," He said, alraedy making up different torture scenarios in his head, almost thanking 'Ol Voldie for letting him see different ways to torture people, seeing as he thought that it would be useful in this situation.
Hermione laughed bitterly. "You'd not believe me if I told you. And you probably wouldn't even want to know." "
Well," Harry looked at her with hopeful eyes. "You could always bring me to the bastard's home."
"I, I can't, Harry…" she said, clutching the hem of her skirt nervously. "Y-you'd have to go to Azkaban and see him for yourself."
'Oh yeah,' Harry thought. 'The guy went to Azkaban. Well, obviously.' "He deserved it," He said aloud. Hermione looked at him quizzically, a blank look on her face.
The Boy-Who-Lived coughed loudly, feeling his cheeks redden. "He deserved going to Azkaban, I mean." Harry said.
"If you really are bent on seeing him," Hermione started, "We could always go there now, seeing as its still daylight."
Harry looked at her, expression unreadable. "Y-you'd go there? With me?" He asked.
She nodded and smiled gently. "What are friends for?"
Harry felt his eyes watering up. With a sob, he pulled Hermione into his arms, hugging her fiercely.
"Thank you." he whispered in her bushy hair. Hermione smiled and pat his back.
"W-we can leave soon," Harry said quietly, wiping his eyes with his right hand. "But first," He looked at Hermione. "I want to see Draco." Hermione looked at him uncertainly. "I—are you sure?" Harry nodded and stood up, waiting for her to lead him to their room.
She sighed. She knew that it would come to this anyway. She too, stood up, and then motioned for him to follow her.
They both walked up a flight of stairs, into a cold, empty hallway that was once, and still was, very familiar to Harry.
They both stopped in front of a door, somewhere in the third floor. Hermione turned around to face him.
"Harry," she started. He turned and looked at her. "Just to tell you, well, if ever... Draco lashes out at you, or throws a fit, well, don't think it's because he doesn't love you or anything." she said. "It's because... well, you know."
Harry nodded. He put his hand on the cold, silver doorknob. He twisted it, but didn't enter yet.
"I'll wait right here." Hermione said reassuringly, with a small smile on her face.
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Harry pushed on the door, closed his eyes and walked in.
As soon as he entered the room, a shiver ran up his spine. He could hear his heart thundering against his ribcage so loudly as if it was right beside his ear.
The room was dimly lit; the only light coming from a small lamp beside the large bed.
Despite it still being light out, the room was so dark, cold and gloomy. The satin curtains were closed over each and every window, blocking out any light from entering the room.
Harry couldn't imagine that this was his bedroom. It used to be so full of color and happiness, and yet now it only contained sadness, grief and coldness.
He took small, quiet steps towards the bed; the silk curtains were closed. As soon as he was beside it, he took out a shaking hand and carefully gripped the soft fabric. He thought that he would go deaf from the loudness of his ramming heart.
He slowly, but carefully pushed the dark blue curtain away, revealing a small, thin figure prone in the bed.
Harry choked back a sob; Draco, who was still asleep, looked sick, so sick. His skin, which was always a healthy shade of milky white, was now a sickly, unhealthy yellow-ish transparent color. His usually well kept white-blonde hair was messy and greasy. It was uncared for. But what shocked Harry the most was his thin frame.
Draco was always skinny, but never to the point that his bones were practically jutting out.
His face was gaunt. He looked so fragile; as if he would instantly break into a thousand little pieces if Harry were to pull him into his arms.
Even though he was fighting to keep the tears in, they eventually came rushing out. A loud sob escaped his throat, and his hands were clenched tightly, as if to keep from doing something rash, like crying out in anger and sadness. He felt so guilty. If he didn't leave to go fight Ol' Voldie, this never would have happened, and Draco wouldn't have been...raped.
"Oh God," Harry breathed. "D-Draco..." He put a hand to Draco's cheek, rubbing his thumb delicately on the still-soft skin. It still felt like rose petals, and Harry smiled at that.
A soft groan emitted from Draco's small mouth. Harry immediately pulled away, even though deep inside, he didn't want to stay away from him. He took a small step back, only a few inches away from the bed. Their bed. He watched as the small blond roused in his sleep. He heard his heat beating loudly, as if the sound was being amplified by loudspeakers. Then, Draco's eyes opened slowly, revealing a pair of familiar silver-gray colored eyes.
Harry held his breath as he saw once again the silver orbs he loved so much to look at. But they were different - they weren't filled with the same love and passion that Harry once remembered seeing. They didn't seem to shine with happiness or joy as usual. They were cold, blank and emotionless.
Draco lifted a thin arm to rub his tired eyes. He let out a soft yawn, and streched, arms reaching towards the ceiling. He let his arms drop back beside his torso, and then yawned again.
He turned his head when he heard a series of stiffled sobs. His silver eyes widened when he saw a rather familiar face.
Draco's mouth opened; a horrible screech following suite.
He began to thrash around, arms flying, as he wailed. His eyes were wide with terror; terror that Harry only remembered seeing once, when his father broke into their house about four years ago.
"Draco!" Harry said, as the blond nearly slid off the bed. Harry, with his seeker reflexes, caught him before he fell to the ground.
When Draco noticed that he was in his arms, he shrieked, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks.
"Stop! P-please, d, don't hurt me." He sobbed, thrashing about in Harry's arms. "D-don't. Please! I d-don't want t, to get hurt again!" Harry felt his heart shatter. His voice was caught in his throat.
"I j, just want t-to see the real Har-Harry again..." Draco whispered, voice barely heard. "P-please... Don't h, hurt me."
"Oh God, Draco..." Harry said quietly. He hugged Draco's petite frame closer to his chest, and sobbed loudly, unable to stop himself.
"I'm so sorry." he whispered. "I'm never gonna leave you anymore. I promise you." he vowed, tears still falling.
But Draco didn't seem to hear him. All Harry was then able to hear, were the shrill cries coming from the blonde, who was clawing at Harry's chest, trying to get out of his arms.
Harry's face fell, and felt as if his heart was being put under the cruciatus curse. It hurt so much, the fact that the one he loved the most, namely Draco, didn't want to be near him. He knew that it made sense, after what he'd been through, but it still hurt. Harry choked back a sob, and loosened his grip around Draco, who immediately backed up clumsily and huddled towards the corner of the room, curled up in a small ball.
Draco was still screaming, fat tears streaming down his pale cheeks. Harry stared at him, feeling rather useless and very much guilty and ashamed. He never would have thought that this would happen if he left. He never thought that someone would try to hurt Draco, both mentally and physically like this. Harry wanted with all of his heart to go to Draco and pull him into his arms once more, and try to stop his screams and tears, but he knew that if he did do that, Draco might go crazy with fright, and never again want to see him for the rest of his life.
So Harry just sat there, on the cold, wooden floor, and stared at Draco. He watched him cry, and was faintly aware that he too, was crying. All he could think of was, I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry Draco. I love you, playing over and over again in his mind, like a broken tape recorder.
He barely heard the door open, and see Hermione rush over to the sobbing blonde, still huddled in the corner of the room, rocking himself back and forth, like a scared or mental child who was stricken with terror.
His vision soon became blurry, for some reason, which Harry thought was from the tears in his eyes. He didn't even bring up a hand to wipe them; He just sat there, watching the bushy-haired which coax Draco onto the bed, and then cast a sleeping spell on him.
I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry, Draco. I'm sorry Draco. I love you
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TADAAA! Thtz it for chapter 3! X3
I'm so happy! I got so many hits :D Btw, thanx for all of the congratulations I've gotten from u readers about my graduation! thanx again! Oh, and if u think tht Harry's a bit of a wuss, always crying like that, then tell me, if it bothers you. (Doesnt bother me, though.)
Until next time!