The door opened to reveal the shocked face of Cormac McLaggen, who took in the state of Draco with a look of disgust, like Draco was something particularly vile that he wanted to scrape off the bottom of his shoe. Draco felt his face heat up under the scrutiny.

"Well Jesus Malfoy, what cesspool have you just dragged yourself out of?" he smirked, folding his arms.

Draco closed his eyes for a second. Do I really want to be doing this? Is this better than being out there? He asked himself. Yes, it's better than being raped and sleeping out on the streets without any oxy to keep warm. And McLaggen already knows so much about all the fucked up things I've been doing, what was one more now?

"Can I stay here tonight?" He heard himself ask.

McLaggen pulled a bemused yet smug face, crossing his arms. "What happened? Did your dad find out about the drugs, kick you to the kerb?"

"No and if you tell him I -" Draco started angrily.

"Relax Malfoy, we still have our deal, even though you've been pushing it a lot these last few weeks" he looked him up and down for a second. "Stay right there for one second"

Draco sighed but stayed where he was, shivering.

Cormac popped back a second later and there was a sudden flash.

"What the fuck McLaggen?" Draco growled.

McLaggen put the camera down and smirked, taking the photo that came out and looking at it with sheer glee. "Oh just wanted to remember this one" he grinned, then stepped aside.

"Come on in"

Draco stepped into the massive house and instantly had a flashback to the last time he was here. To where everything began to go horribly wrong...

Draco had been at one of the boring Ministry parties with his parents at the very beginning of the summer holidays, the usual affair of parading round and bragging to each other. Afterwards, the McLaggen's had held an after party and Draco, after saying goodbye to his parents, had gone along. Cormac was there, as were Finch-Fletchley and Smith, and a couple other people he recognised from school.

He was a little drunk and had gone looking for the bathroom at one point for a break from everyone, but had accidentally stepped into Mr McLaggen's office, where Cormac's father sat at his desk, snorting up a line of coke, several more lines still laid out on the table.

"Oh sorry" Draco said quickly, trying to cover the shock. "I'll uh, I'll just go"

Mr McLaggen had been caught off guard but recovered quickly. "No, no, come in, come in. You're the Malfoy boy correct? Draco isn't it?" Draco had nodded.

"Sit down my boy, here why don't you have a go yourself? Just a bit of party fun!" Mr McLaggen cajoled.

"I really shouldn't" Draco said uncomfortably. "I can just -"

"Sit down" The kind voice had gone.

Draco, against his better judgement, sat down.

"Now do two of these lines, and I won't tell your father I caught you doing drugs and stealing for me" Mr McLaggen said dangerously.

"But I haven't -"

"Oh he won't believe you" Mr McLaggen smirked. "Now do it, or I can ruin your reputation, what would your dad think about that?"

Draco swallowed, and picked up the small tube to snort up the white powder. Mr McLaggen's smirk broadened.

"There's a good boy, now take them both"

Draco leaned forward, his heart hammering, but this was better than his father thinking he did something bad. He quickly snorted up one line and reeled back, shaking his head at the bitter burn in his nostril.

Mr McLaggen laughed. "Now do the other one" he commanded.

Draco leaned forward and snorted up the second line, leaning back in the chair as he felt it work in his system.

Suddenly, there were hands on his arms throwing him on the floor, then grabbing his hair and pulling him up on his knees.

Mr McLaggen rushed to push his trousers and boxers down and shoved his penis into Draco's mouth, thrusting in and out as Draco gagged and grabbed his thighs, trying to push him off, but the drugs had made him uncoordinated and his heart raced and he couldn't get himself away from the larger man's grip. He whimpered against the assault.

"Quit your whining, god your father infuriates me, giving me orders day after day, if only he could see his precious son now, that would wipe the smirk off his face" Mr McLaggen said viciously as he continued to thrust into Draco's throat.

Suddenly the door opened, "Hey dad I -" Cormac froze at the sight and Mr McLaggen quickly pulled out of Draco, throwing him backwards on the floor.

"I just found this boy doing cocaine in my office and he tried to seduce me into giving him a job at the ministry, see to it he's kicked out!" Mr McLaggen told his son. "You disgust me!" He shouted at Draco, who scrambled to his feet and ran out the door, not glancing back at them as he sprinted down the stairs and out the front door, coughing and spluttering, his heart hammering faster than it ever should. What the fuck had just happened? He got outside and ran down the street, only stopping when he thought he might have a heart attack if he didn't slow his heart down. Had he just been sexually assaulted? No, that sort of thing didn't happen to him, he was a Malfoy! So why were the tears flowing down his cheeks, why did his throat hurt so much?

He went home and his father had attacked him the next day after getting a message from Mr McLaggen asking if Draco was okay, he had drank too much at the party. After a particularly painful beating, he had been thrown out the manor.

Despite everything that had happened, he had found himself craving the cocaine now that he had come down from it, and looked for another way to take his mind off of what had happened to him.

He had walked the muggle streets of Wiltshire all day feeling lost, feeling numb, wishing he was anyone but himself. How did this happen to him? How had he been defiled so easily? He had walked during his thoughts, finding himself down the alleyway he now regularly slept in. There was a boy there about similar age to him, maybe a bit older, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

Draco walked up to him, what did he have to lose? he had thought. It turned out he would completely lose himself.

"What are you taking?" he asked the guy.

The guy looked up deliriously and laughed. "You a cop?"

"No, I need a distraction"

The guy looked at him. "You look rich" he said.

Draco looked down. "I don't have any money, my family kicked me out"

The guy smiled toothily at him "Well I guess I could do you a solid this one time, you'll need to pay me back though"

"I will" Draco promised.

The guy got up, and Draco got a full look at him. His oversized clothes were dirty and stank of days old sweat. Yet still, in his desperate bid to forget the previous day and today, he followed him to his van.

The guy got in the back and Draco followed him, noticing the blankets and water bottles and plenty of other things Draco didn't want to acknowledge. The guy handed him a bunch of strange objects, a small bag of... something? A lighter, a teaspoon and a syringe.

"What is all this?" Draco asked.

"Heroin" he replied.

"I was looking for cocaine"

The druggie rolled his eyes "Course you were, rich kids" he mumbled. "This is what I got, you want it?"

"Will it make me forget the bad things that have happened?" Draco asked.

The stranger smiled. "Oh yeah, this is the best one to take if that's what you need it to do"

Draco nodded, he just wanted to not think about anything for a while.

"Can you show me how to do it?"

The man sat Draco down and rolled up Draco's shirt sleeve. He put some of the powder on the teaspoon and held the lighter under it until it melted, then filled a little of the syringe with it.

He stepped back and took off his belt and Draco flinched away, the night before still fresh in his mind.

The guy held out a hand. "Whoa, relax, I just need to tie this round your arm".

He tied it round Draco's bicep tightly, then tested the syringe, tapping it and squirting a little out the top. He placed it in the inside of Draco's elbow and pushed it in, Draco wincing a little, then he pushed the heroin in, loosening the belt after a second and Draco leaned back, his body slumping, everything he had worried about, all the negative thoughts and memories, were gone. He was transported into a blissful, dreamlike state.

He fell asleep solidly on the blankets, hardly able to move his body, and woke the next afternoon. He looked around at the junkie sleeping next to him and he felt shame wash over him. What the hell had he done to himself?

The stranger woke up a little later, and handed Draco a pill.

"Oxy" he told Draco. "Takes the edge off, you'll be useless all day otherwise"

That evening he told Draco that to repay him he needed to go into a shop and buy him alcohol and then go to a dealer and buy him more heroin as they wouldn't sell to him anymore. Draco agreed and went out, smoothing his hair and rolling his sleeves down, trying to look presentable. It was still daylight which he had questioned, but apparently the police presence was heavier at night when most people did dealings.

He bought the alcohol, then went to meet the dealer, unaware that he was being followed.

The dealer was a skinny guy, with a rough looking face and a gun that he kept visible for people to see so they could take him seriously. Draco walked up to him in the alleyway he'd been told about.

"I'm looking for some heroin" he said shakily, his hands fidgeting, a feeling of edgy restlessness that he had been unable to shake since he woke up.

The man looked him over and smirked.

"New to this are you?" he asked and Draco nodded.

The man shrugged and pressed a bag into Draco's hand, Draco immediately stuffing it in his pocket and handing over the muggle's cash.

"Pleasure doing business with you" the dealer said, then walked away.

Draco went back to the van, sliding the door open and climbing inside, handing everything to the junkie who whooped with delight. He immediately shot himself up and lay back, his eyelids flickering, totally out of it.

Draco looked at the drugs. He knew he shouldn't, he knew this was stupid. They'd gone over in muggle studies one year how addictive and life destroying these substances were, but his entire body ached for the numbness, to have all that weight taken off him.

Figuring that the guy wouldn't notice, considering how out of it he was, Draco took a small amount of the heroin and picked up a fresh syringe, teaspoon and lighter and jumped out the van, shutting the door and walking away. He went down an alleyway and tucked himself into a corner, copying what the guy had done to him last night and rolled up his sleeves, melted the heroin, tied his belt around his bicep, holding the end with his mouth as he injected it in.

Halfway through injecting, there was a sudden flash, and he looked up in shock to see the smirking faces of Cormac McLaggen, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Zacharias Smith, he had pushed the remaining amount of liquid in and his eyes rolled back in his head, everything already forgotten.

A couple of days later when Draco had been allowed to return home, he received a copy of the photograph via owl from Cormac McLaggen.

The note that came with it just said. "Watch your mouth, or we'll ruin you" and the whole event came flooding back to Draco. He dropped his head in his hands and cried. The last couple of days had been awful but he'd been determined to stay off the drugs. It wasn't him, he wasn't the kind of person to take heroin, and sleep in muggle vans. How had it all gone so wrong?

He kept up the glamour charms so his parents wouldn't notice, but he told them he felt sick and they kept him locked in his room, a blessing in disguise as it meant he had managed to suffer through the withdrawal until he didn't crave it every waking second. But some days were hell, and the only way he could ignore the pain in his head was to cause himself pain elsewhere, turning anything sharp he could find to his forearm. It was the only thing that distracted him enough to get off the drugs.

If only he had managed to keep it up.

Draco shook his head minutely, trying to take his mind off everything that happened from the summer up until now.

McLaggen closed the door and looked at him, fully taking in the filth he was covered in.

"God, you look and smell vile, you can't join us for dinner like that" he pulled a face. At that moment, his father walked into the entrance hallway.

"Cormac, who's that?" his father asked.

"It's Draco Malfoy, father, you remember him don't you?" Cormac smirked. "The pathetic weasel who wants a job in the Ministry"

Draco looked down, pained. He couldn't meet either of their eyes. Why had he come here? Surely one more night on the street would be better than having to stay here, until he remembered the two drunk men.

"Well Draco, you're looking a bit worse for wear, and god knows we don't turn away charity do we Cormac?" Mr McLaggen smirked.

Cormac shook his head and Draco felt heat travel up his face.

"Why don't you show Draco to a shower Cormac?" he carried on. "Then you can join us for dinner, you seem like you might be hungry"

Draco was starving but he didn't want to say so. Sleeping in a separate room was one thing, eating dinner with a man who had blackmailed him to take drugs then sexually assaulted him was another entirely.

"That's okay, I already ate" he said quickly, then closed his eyes in embarrassment as his stomach gave a loud rumble.

"We have plenty to go around Draco, you'll join us" Mr McLaggen said, and it wasn't a question. He turned and left, saying over his shoulder that dinner would be in forty-five minutes.

Cormac smirked at Draco and led him to a shower. As they walked, Draco felt disgusting being near all of the immaculately clean, pale carpets and white walls, he couldn't wait to get rid of the dirt.

"Shower's in here Malfoy, I trust you at least know cleaning spells for your clothes?" Cormac sneered.

Draco felt another wave of shame hit him.

"I don't have my wand" he muttered, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

Cormac laughed out loud with glee. "Wow, you really are letting every pureblood down aren't you Malfoy? Worse than the poor Weasley's now aren't you?"

Draco bit his lip and clenched his fists to stop himself punching McLaggen. You need a shower and food, you're in no position to argue, he reminded himself.

"Get naked" McLaggen told him.

"Excuse me?" Draco said, taken aback and scared.

McLaggen rolled his eyes. "So that we can get your clothes washed" he told him, as if it were obvious.

"Can I not leave them for a house elf to take?" Draco asked through gritted teeth.

"Hmmm" McLaggen pondered dramatically. "Nah. I want to see what you were going to try and seduce my father with"

"You know that's not what happened!" Draco growled, shaking.

"Well it's your word, a junkie's might I add, against two outstanding members of the community" Cormac smirked. "As I've told you countless times now, nobody would believe you, and I'm getting really bored of fighting with you on this. Just accept that I own you."

Draco glared at him before looking away, feeling tears prick behind his eyes.

Cormac's smirk broadened. "Now get naked or I'll make you put these filthy clothes back on for dinner"

Draco hesitated, but didn't see any way around it. He slowly stripped, taking off layers of filthy, sweaty, stinking clothes. He dropped them on the white marble floor, grimacing at how they looked against the immaculate whiteness of everything.

He still wore his boxers, and he blushed in agonising humiliation at how filthy they were, the nights of taking too much oxy while sleeping outside had meant he wasn't alway in control of himself and he stared down at the ground, crossing his arms round his torso and trying to bite back the tears. He was concentrating so much on not crying he didn't hear Cormac's 'accio' until another flash went off and Draco's head snapped up.

"Why?" he asked, hating his broken voice.

Cormac just shrugged smugly.

"I said get naked Malfoy"

Draco swallowed and pushed the boxers down to the ground. Moving his hands to cup himself and keep some dignity.

"Let go and give me a twirl" Cormac was enjoying his humiliation far too much.

"What is wrong with you?" Draco shouted.

"Me? There's nothing wrong with me Malfoy. You're the junkie, shooting up and taking pills, sleeping in muggle vans and spending days covered in your own filth" Cormas curled his lip in disgust. "What's wrong with you?"

He gave one last snap of the camera, then clicked a finger, a house elf arriving with soaps, shampoos, conditioners and cloths, and taking Draco's clothes away. Draco could even see the disgust on it's face. Cormac gave Draco one last smirk then left.

Draco stood, naked and humiliated, for one last moment before he peeled off the bandage around his wrist to stop it getting wet, and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water on, hotter than was comfortable, but he needed it to burn, to feel layers of skin stripped away. He picked up the shampoo and dug it roughly through his hair, using it four times to get rid of the feeling of grime built up in his scalp, until it was squeaky clean. He conditioned it to get rid of the matting, combing it through roughly with his fingers. He took the soap and lathered it on his body, scrubbing it off with the cloth and watching with morbid fascination as the dirt pooled on the white shower floor. He cleaned himself another three times, scrubbing harshly at his skin until the water ran clear.

He stayed under the hot water, relishing the relief it gave him, thawing out a little bit of the chill that had frozen him to the bones over the last few days.

After what was probably close to thirty minutes, he stepped out the shower, picking up the large towel and saw his clothes had already been returned, spotlessly clean.

He dried himself off, put his bandage on, not looking at the scars on his arm, put his clothes back on top and went downstairs, feeling a little more ready to face the McLaggen's.

The dinner was as uncomfortable as Draco imagined. Cormac and his father asked as many loaded questions as they could about how Draco's October break had been going so far, Draco managed to lie or avoid the question and just tried to ask as many questions as he could to stop them asking him anything he couldn't answer. Mrs McLaggen seemed unaware of any of the goings on previous to dinner and simply asked Draco about school for which he was grateful.

He tried not to stuff his face, or drool over the smell of the freshly cooked chicken and roast potatoes. It took everything he had to give himself a modest helping and eat at a normal pace, after days of eating the mere scraps he could steal or, he refused to think about, find, on the streets.

As they finished, Mrs McLaggen turned to her son. "Do you have everything you need to head back to Hogwarts tonight, Cormac?" she asked.

Cormac smiled at her. "Yes mum, all packed and ready to go"

Draco turned to him in shock. "You're going back tonight?" he asked. He hadn't anticipated this.

Cormac smirked at him. "Yes, though you're still welcome to stay over since you need somewhere for the night. My mother is also heading away to her sister's to help babysit but dad will be here with you"

Draco swallowed hard but nodded. Moving his shaking hands to his lap to hold them steady. He refused to look at Mr McLaggen, feeling his eyes burning into his skull.

After dinner, Cormac bid them all goodbye.

"See you back at school Malfoy" he said, with an evil look.

Mrs McLaggen then showed Draco to his room, before bidding him farewell and Draco stripped down to his boxers so he didn't make his dad angry by coming home in crumpled clothes. Then he hesitated, trying to decide whether he should push a chair under the door handle to stop Mr McLaggen getting in. Then he sighed and decided against it. If Mr McLaggen wanted to hurt him, a chair wasn't going to get in his way. He was armed after all and Draco was not.

He hoped though, as he got into the comfortable bed, that maybe what happened last time was simply because Mr McLaggen had taken the coke, and had acted out of character. Maybe he'd be okay.

The bedroom door opened.

Or maybe he wouldn't.

What followed was a quick curse that tied Draco's arms into the headboard. Draco yelped at the sudden pull on his arms, and then shouted louder when he felt Mr McLaggen's hands on him, pulling down his boxers. Draco struggled and kicked but it was futile. The large man had flipped him over and pressed his knees into Draco's thighs to stop him from kicking.

Tears began to flow down Draco's cheeks as he begged and begged for him to stop. This was worse than last time, so much worse, he was actually going to rape him.

Mr McLaggen vanished his own clothes, and Draco could hear him moan as he stroked himself. Spitting on his hand and rubbing it on his penis. Draco screamed for help, but stopped instantly as he felt himself be forced into, fucked roughly and quickly, a hand wrapped round the back of his neck, forcing his head into the pillow harshly.

He felt numb, as the assault continued. As he heard Mr McLaggen swear and moan, and begrudge Lucius Malfoy of everything he had, taking it all out on Draco as he slammed into him, finally giving one last thrust, filling Draco with his semen.

Draco lay, unblinking, unmoving, as Mr McLaggen heaved himself out of Draco, leaving the room, the bindings tying his arms finally disappearing, and his arms slumped onto the bed. Draco blacked out.

In the morning he woke, and tried to move, letting out a hiss at the pain that lanced from his arse, up his spine. His walk was more of a hobble and he pulled on his shirt and trousers and went as quickly and quietly as he could down the stairs and straight out the door. If Mr McLaggen did hear him, he didn't try and stop him.

Draco started the long walk home, trying to ignore the stabbing pain down there, pulling his sleeves down and his collar up to hide the bruises from the bindings and Mr McLaggen's hand on the back of his neck.

He eventually reached the manor and walked up to the front door, resting his head against it for a few seconds to collect himself before pushing it open and walking in, desperate to hide in his room until his father gave him back his wand and sent him back to Hogwarts.

His father had different ideas however, and was standing in the foyer with MacNair, a fellow death-eater turned magical creature executioner, and all round evil person.

"Did you learn your lesson, Draco?" his father asked, as if asking him if he'd had a good day at school.

"Yes father" he mumbled, his voice hoarse from screaming last night.

His father sighed "and yet you're still mumbling" he turned to MacNair. "Have at him Walden, I'm at the end of my rope. He leaves for Hogwarts in an hour, give him back his wand when you're done" and his father turned and left, shutting the door behind him.

"Wait, father, what?" Draco asked, his heart sinking with dread, his voice gravelly.

But MacNair had already pounced on him, punching him hard in the stomach and throwing him to the floor, sending a crucitaus curse at him that had him screaming silently and writhing in agony.

And then the unthinkable happened.

He flipped Draco round and ripped off his trousers and underwear, binding Draco's hands and legs into the ground, and Draco felt his world end. It wasn't just one person now, it was two, and a half if you counted Will. Did that make him the problem? Did he invite these attacks?

He lay there, struggling and shouting for his father, his mother, anyone, as MacNair defiled him, not even bothering with spit to get Draco ready. He was sure he felt something tear inside him and liquid trickle down, whether it was semen or blood, or both, he didn't know.

MacNair finally got off him and cast a couple of spells. One to fix Draco's clothes and conveniently hide any evidence of assault, the other to clean the floor of any unwanted substance. No cleaning spells for Draco, no healing spells, nothing. MacNair left, tossing Draco's wand beside him before exiting and Draco stood, picking it up, righting his clothes, and smoothing his hair, his mind numb, already shoving both incidents into the deepest corners of his mind, any hope he had left inside of him had broken.

His father came through and stood in front of him.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes father" Draco said clearly, his face devoid of emotion.

His father studied him for a second and smirked proudly.

Draco went back to Hogwarts and went back to his dorm, walking to his bed, ignoring the few of his friends in the Common Room that had returned already. There was a package lying on his bed for him. He opened it.

Inside was a teaspoon, a lighter, a syringe and a bag of heroin, enough for a few weeks. A bag of oxy was in there too, along with a small note.

Welcome back,
C

Draco stared at it all, still feeling numb, he put the pills in his bedside drawer and crawled into bed, staying there until it was dark, just staring at the curtain, putting up security spells so nobody could talk to him, then when the only two other dorm mates were asleep he picked up the heroin and gear and left the Common Room.