You know the reaguler disclaimer,Hp not mine though i wish it was..Draco and harry are such hot pieces of ass!!
Chapter 3: I'm Going Home.
Harry was sitting on the bench next to Seamus, who had his hand in Harry's lap, caressing him and trying to make him excited. All Seamus' touch did was sicken Harry.
It was two weeks into the curse and Harry could already think for himself and sometimes move of his own accord. Harry figured that whatever it was happening to him, his body was fighting it off: slowly but it was coming. Harry knew instinctively that one good boost of energy would enable him to finally free himself from the curse and once he was free of Finnegan…
Harry looked over at Seamus and placed a hand on Seamus' that was caressing his thigh. This seemed to startle the other boy. Harry smirked inside his head: just let him fall into a false sense of security and then maybe I can get the upper hand in this.
A small chuckle echoed in his mind that sounded eerily like Voldemort. "How very Slytherin of you!" the voice said approvingly. Harry mentally shivered again. If that really was Voldie he wasn't going to receive much help from his own brain since he was out of the loop of the light. Reasoning followed that technically he would have no idea of attacks, etc… Harry continued to think about Voldemort. He really did not need him trying to mind-rape him at the moment. He was given a mind snort. Harry's eyes flared for a second when he recognized the voice that snorted and accidentally clutched at Seamus' hand.
Seamus smiled. Finally he was beginning to make some progress with Harry- the smaller boy would be his. He couldn't wait! The thought of having Harry as a slave all to himself was heady…'the boy who lived' was perfect slave material. He raked his eyes over the figure of the thin lithe boy. He was short- perfect size for Seamus. And, the boy was powerless to resist him. He chuckled to himself, 'yes! This was going to work out perfectly."
Harry did not move. He was looking straight ahead trying not to stare at the others eating. He was very hungry, truth be told he was starving, but Seamus had forbidden him to eat unless he handed him morsels from his own plate. Harry wasn't able to throw off that order yet so he was stuck waiting just like he used to do at the Dursley's…if he was lucky he would receive a few bits... But that only occurred when Hermione would watch Seamus closely and he noticed.
Harry was careful to not let Seamus know that his speech was returning also. He could not say much; only yes, no, please, and thank you. And he only said those when Seamus was nowhere around. The rest of the Gryffindors would gush thinking that the reason Harry was silent was because he was sorry for turning against them.
Lavender had once said, "Dear, I may not like you in the way I used to because I think you were really stupid to turn to the dark side but I like to see your progress. It gives us so much hope to hear you speak again." Then she looked down at him with a sneer and added, "Although it doesn't change the opinion of the majority of our house. We still hate you."
Harry really did not give a toss what the vain old cow thought. His younger, naive self probably would have loved to hear that he was making progress. Now all he thought was that just about every one here at school was full of shit! 'You just wait until I get control of myself back, bitch!' he thought. 'I don't need your damn pity.' He felt a sneer curl his lip but quickly covered it up before anyone noticed. Mentally he began cheering over the idea that he was starting to regain control of his facial muscles also.
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"Whoa! Did you see that, Blaise?" Draco said indicating the sneer that had graced Potter's face for a few seconds. Pansy had been right; Draco saw the pure hate Potter was holding in. It was almost scary but strangely attractive on the boy.
Draco grinned as he imagined the headlines. 'Boy who went Insane' kills all the residents of his house at school and gets away with it! He would love to see that.
"I have never seen anything so…" Blaise couldn't even describe it.
They had been watching Harry all week. They had written down his complete schedule and noted that he had been unable to do anything when Finnegan was there beside him. But, when Finnegan wasn't there Harry would either relax or start studying frantically. If Finnegan was completely away from Harry he would sometimes escape the castle and run away to the forest.
Draco had caught Harry running toward the forest on Tuesday and had followed him into the forest. Harry had ran straight to his favorite hiding place, not really noticing that he was being followed. Draco had watched as the boy puked fitfully: blood mixed with bile as tears streamed down his face.
Draco had been surprised to see trees magically combust while green flames licked at them without doing any damage. Reaching out to touch the tree, Draco found himself in the middle of one of Harry Potter's memories. The boy looked as if he was being ganged up on by four of the boys in his house. They all had knives in their hands, taking turns cutting his delicate skin. Draco wrenched himself back with a cry of disgust and managed to dislodge himself from the vision that was making him extremely angry.
He was slapped by reality when he heard a small voice ask, "Who is there?" Draco debated on whether to run or not. "If you run it will do you no good. I still have enough magic to track you down." That pretty much answered what he was going to do. He stepped into the clearing and gazed solemnly at the pitiful picture Harry presented.
"Arg… Not you too. I don't want your pity! Now get away from me. I know you are trying to find out what is going on. Stupid nosey Slytherins…" Harry continued to mumble to himself as he fought to regain control over his obviously ill body.
Draco opened his mouth but snapped it shout again when the boy jerked forward and puked bile from his mouth. Draco went up behind him and ran a hand over his back, trying to relax him. He let loose some healing magic that quickly healed Harry's whole body. Draco knew that there were a lot of cuts from the vision he saw. He really did feel sorry for the small boy looking up at him.
"Why are you still here?"
Draco was surprised. He had heard the boy's voice but had not seen his mouth move. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "How did you manage to do that? I heard you but you did not speak?"
Harry's eyes widened. "You can hear me?... Yes! Another power back!" he smiled at Draco even if it was more of a wince than a true smile. "You need to leave now. I do not have time right now."
Draco lifted his head in the air. "Fine. "Be that way!" He turned to walk away thinking to himself that some ungrateful people just did not deserve help. He stopped and turned back to give Harry a piece of him mind when, "Oh, No! No! Not again…" He saw Harry's body convulse and rushed back to him. In between bouts of being sick, Harry looked a bit like a robot. Draco talked to him, trying to get him to snap out of it. "I thought you could throw off the Imperio." He stated in a confused voice.
Draco jumped slightly when he heard the beautiful sad voice that filled his head. "No, please don't follow me." He dropped his hand and stared at the boy who had resigned himself to his fate by walking into the castle.
The next day Draco noticed that Harry had a black eye, a busted lip, and a fresh gash along his jaw. Snapping his head back to reality, Draco looked down at the list of curses the boy could possibly be under. He did not really understand why he wanted to help him so badly. It just seemed that the only ones concerned for him were the Slytherins. They seemed to be the only ones who noticed Harry's uncharacteristic behavior and had formed a silent agreement throughout the house that they would do what they could for him. And as prefect, Draco would accept responsibility.
The Slytherins knew their Lord would not be happy about them helping the enemy. But like he was always saying to the Death Eaters, "What is the fun of winning if there is no competition?" Potter had been Slytherin House's punching bag since first year, they owed it to him to bring him back.
Even though that was what everyone else thought: Except for the elite group of Blaise, Draco and Pansy. They were more of the opinion that if they could manage to fix him he would not be going back to Gryffindor. He would become one of them, or he would disappear and never think of this world again. The three were hoping that Harry would join them as a Slytherin.
Blaise and Pansy had not taken the news well when Draco told them about the incident in the forest. They had stared wide-eyed as he described the green fire that engulfed the trees, then blinked back tears when he told them of the vision where Harry had been tortured with the knives.
Pansy choked out, "I will kill him myself rather than let them do much more of that to him. He doesn't deserve to be tortured like that!"
Blaise glared straight ahead. "Who were the ones doing the torture?"
Draco managed to keep himself under control as he said, "Finnegan, Weasley, Longbottom and Boot."
Blaise looked at him oddly, "Thomas wasn't there?"
"Nah. I get the feeling he doesn't really know what is going on. I don't think you are going to get much out of him. All he ever wants to do is play footies or sketch pictures."
Blaise took that as a personal challenge. "We will just have to see about that…" He was gone in less time than it took Pansy to turn her slow lazy smile on Draco. "Oh, but that was nicely done! What do you think I could help with?"
Draco smirked. "Why don't you go talk to Granger about memory charms? I have a feeling she forgot a thing or two…"
Pansy squealed and grabbed him in a bear hug before dashing off to the library.
Draco nodded his head in satisfaction. "Yes indeed! Things are starting to look much better around here." It seems that nothing made a Slytherin happier than plotting against a Gryffindor…unless it was a Slytherin plotting to cause dissention amongst Gryffindors.
Dinnertime found Draco sitting between Blaise and Pansy again and looking rather uncertain. "Guys, I have been thinking and I don't know how to say this but…"
Pansy looked at him. "You are having second thoughts about helping Potter?"
"Well, in that vision I did not truly see him being raped. I just saw him naked." Draco unconsciously licked his lips imagining him having the little Gryffindor at his mercy…and he certainly wouldn't be cutting him! "And I saw the other Gryffindors cutting him." He banged his head against the table in frustration. "I'm getting all confused. Maybe what I saw already happened…Or was it something that is going to happen. I just don't know! I just know that no one deserves to be treated like a slave- especially not Scarhead."
The two of them looked at him strangely. And that last thought was what really scared Draco. He wasn't really sure of what he saw- what if it wasn't what he thought it was? He began babbling again. "Maybe he doesn't really need help."
They glared until he flinched and continued, "I don't know. Maybe he likes to…you know…be cut on." The first year who was sitting across from him gave him a disgusted look and went back to eating rather than listening to the nutty prefect. Draco lost his appetite with that apparent bit of rejection.
Blaise did not want to add to Draco's frustration. "I highly doubt it, Draco. You saw how he was retching his guts up in the woods. Why would he try to get away from them if he enjoyed it." He waited until he had Draco's full attention then added, "Dean says that Finnegan has been bragging about him being a totally hot fuck but he doesn't see why Harry even likes the git."
Draco did something totally unMalfoyish. He brought his hand up to his lips and nibbled on a fingernail. He only blinked at her when Pansy looked at him in total horror.
"Yeah, it really is this serious, Pans!" Blaise added for his own benefit. If Draco would let something like that down then he must know that this isn't good. He leaned closer to Draco when he realized he was mumbling to himself and noticed that Pansy was doing the same.
They could barely hear it but since they already knew what the topic was it was easy enough to figure out. "Unfocused eyes…must obey…needs to be told what to do, can't talk, powers are slowly returning… He smells of cinnamon with maybe a touch of vanilla bean. We aren't dealing with a potion here. It is not the Imper…."
Pansy smirked, "Would it help if I mentioned that Hermione Granger said she has been having nightmares about casting spells on Harry then listening through the door as the other boys hurt him?"
Clouded grey eyes went a startling clear ice blue. "OH GODS! Ah ha! I figured it out." He was mumbling to himself.
Half the Slytherin table turned as one and asked, "What have you figured out?"
Draco just smiled at his minions and upped the wattage of his famous smile when most of the younger years all blinked and sighed before turning back to their dinners with bright red faces. "Excuse me." He drawled as he stood up and shook the non-existent wrinkles out of his robes.
He caught the green-eyed boy's gaze and winked at him sexily. He caught a flicker of recognition but did not let it go any further than that. Both Pansy and Blaise stared at him open-mouthed, watching Malfoy strut past the Gryffindor table and out the door with everything he had (which is quite a bit, loveys..).
Finnegan took the bait immediately and rose from his seat in a furious mood. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder with a bone crushing grip and told him to follow.
"Come on, Pans. I think this is going to get interesting really quick and I don't want to miss any of it." Blaise grinned as he yanked her out of her seat and hustled her out the door behind the two Gryffindors.
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Snape watched the slip from Draco and snapped an eyebrow up, never having seen Draco lose his self-cotrol before. He noticed that Draco's line of vision was directed straight at Potter. "Hmmm, it seems he is curious as to why the boy is acting strange all these weeks." He shrugged his shoulders then almost spit out his drink when he saw Draco wink at Potter before strolling out the door.
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Harry followed Finnegan out the door and down the hall silently. He was not surprised when he was suddenly pushed back, "You little whore! Have you been cheating on me?" Seamus spat in his face.
He didn't realize that he had projected his thoughts into Seamus' head. "It isn't really cheating if I am forced into a rape a day palazzo!" He thought sarcastically so that he would not feel bad about himself. He must be strong to get his power back.
"YOU WHORE!" Seamus smacked Harry's head back against the wall so hard that the skin broke open and began to bleed.
Harry felt his anger rise and tried to fling him off but couldn't. "DAMM THIS SPELL."
There was a cough from behind them. "The only whore I see here is you, Finnegan." Draco looked coolly at Seamus.
Draco's words enraged Seamus and his face flushed a horrid shade of red.
Harry was snarling mad but managed to control himself by clutching his fist. When Draco came to help him and said those words he felt a weird edge of power. Along with his anger he felt a spark of hope ignite inside himself.
"Fine! Potter!" Harry stood up, his attention focused on Finnegan when he heard him speak in a commanding voice. "Attack Malfoy and make sure you make him bleed."
Harry's mind flared in an all consuming rage. "NO!NO!NO!NOONONONOONNONO" His mind finally snapped. He saw himself move in front of Draco. His wand raised in front of him. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I can't do this. I will not…" A sneer stole across Harry's face as he stared into the cool comfortable composed face of Draco Malfoy.
And then he nodded to Draco before letting go of his wand, his magic rushing back forcefully to himself. Harry could feel it collecting in the palm of his hand due to the thickness of power. His wand floated to where hand had been before he let go of the piece of wood. He slowly brought his hand up, pointing to where Seamus, never having taken his eyes off Draco, was laughing maniacally. He let all of the power that was swirling around his fingertips form in his hand and directed it to Seamus.
Harry smiled sadistically as Seamus hit the opposite wall with a satisfying crunch of broken bones. After watching for a few seconds to make sure the other boy would not be recovering anytime soon he bowed elaborately in front of Draco and walked off down the hall after grabbing his wand up from its hovering spot.
Draco smiled. He was proud of his little Gryffindor. Potter sure did have style…
"Good show!" Blaise said as he escorted Draco out of the hall. "How did you know that would do the trick?"
Draco smiled sadistically. "You only need a spark to break that curse and the rest is up to you! And now he free. I wonder what he is going to do now?" There was obvious longing in his voice as he eyed the direction the object of his affections had taken.
Blaise looked at him, "I think someone is crushing?" He reckoned he had better help Draco get a grip on his emotions.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Right!" he whirled around and stalked silently away from the prone body lying on the ground moaning pitifully.
"Please, Draco? We know that you've been crushing since 5th year: Maybe even longer?" Pansy added as she appeared from the shadows. "I bet your father even knows and everything!"
Draco almost blushed but kept his composure. "Whatever!" He stomped away from his two giggling companions. "I'll have to keep my feeling more secure from now on." He thought to himself.
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