Authors note: Warning! This chapter has non-con in it. If things of this nature bother you, please back out now.
Draco watched the guard walk by his cell and held his breath, staying tucked as far in the corner on his cot as he could, praying the man wouldn't stop. They were trying to break him, push him over the edge. The things they did... the things they said to him.
It had been three days. Three long, antagonizing, brutal, no end in sight days. Draco had spent the better of the first two days in and out of an interrogation room. The Aurors were using any and all methods, legal and not, attempting to get him to confess to the crimes. They didn't care if he did it or didn't do it. They wanted someone to blame and he had become the perfect target. Most of the men here believed he escaped the punishment he really deserved. That he had gotten off too easily.
His normally creamy pale skin was littered in bruises in varies states of healing. The purple and yellow blotches stretched everywhere, even beneath his jumper. There was a long gash starting at his wrist, following up into the crease of his arm pit where they had attempted to use cutting as a way to make him talk. The gash was red and inflamed. He was sure it was infected. The fever he could tell he had was most likely from that.
Draco was covered in filth. His normally long blond locks had been hacked short to his ears. They claimed it was for sanitary reasons. His hands were sore and dirty, from gripping the dirt floor of his cell as the guards kicked and pushed him around. They would spill profanity at him, spit on him, use him like a rag doll.
Draco's breath hitched as he looked up and caught sight of the one guard standing at his door. Luck wasn't on his side tonight.
"Inspection Malfoy. Stand up. Hands where I can see them." The guard, Mark Caliber, a tall bear like man was smiling at him, his crooked smile promising that nothing good was going to come out of this.
Draco scrambled to his feet as quick as his beaten body would allow him. He stood in the middle of the cell and watched him enter. "On your knees Malfoy, hands on your head." Draco nodded and did as he was told. He dropped to the dirt floor, lifting his hands up, clasping them together and on-top of his hair. Maybe if he complied quietly, he would finish his cell check and just leave.
Caliber took out his wand and used it to check the cell. He looked under the cot, the single nearly barely existing blanket and flattened pillow. When he found nothing he moved to stand in front of Draco, same crooked smile as before.
"How does it feel knowing you are going to die here, alone in this cell Malfoy. Never to see you friends again. Never to see your boyfriend again. I can't figure out what has Harry Potter so obsessed over you. Sure, you are pretty enough, but he could have anyone. You must suck a good cock. Why else would he keep you around? You are nothing special. " with those words the man reach down and grabbed Draco by his chin roughly making him look up at him.
"You should look at a man when he's talking. It's rude not to. You know, maybe I should find out... exactly how good this mouth is hmm?" Caliber ran his thumb over Draco's swollen and dry lips. Draco tried to pull his head away but the man dug his fingers into the soft skin on his face, nails puncturing through.
"You are a disobedient little thing. I'm going to teach you a lesson in being disrespectful."
Draco watched in horror was the guard undid his belt and button on his trousers and fished his half hard cock out, giving it a few slow strokes.
"If you bite me, I will kill you right here. And I will be sure they give your mother the honor of collecting your body. Do you understand?"
Draco held back the tears in his eyes as he watched the man come closer, his now erect member in front of Draco's face. The man smelled of sweat and dried urine. This couldn't be happening. Draco gasped when a sharp smack landed on his cheek, his face starting to burn.
"Do you understand?" Draco nodded eyes meeting the guards. "Good then take care of me. I have a lot to do tonight. " Caliber held his length in his fist pushing the leaking tip against Draco's lips.
Draco closed his eyes and tried to think about going home. About being in Harrys arms. About finally being loved. He opened his mouth and allowed the dirty man to push between his lips.
Draco didn't have to do much work, the man had fisted his hair, and used it for leverage to fuck into Draco's throat ignoring the gagging and spit that was falling from his lips. Luckily, it only took a few minutes before the man was pulling out of his mouth and spilling everything he had onto Draco's face and chest.
The man tucked himself away and buckled his trousers back up. "Pathetic really. Not really worth keeping around just for that." The guard looked at Draco who was now covered in sweat, spit and the man's come. "You really are just death eater scum. And everyday spent here, I will be sure you get the punishment you deserve. "
Caliber turned on his heel, slamming the cell shut behind him, leaving Draco in the middle of the dirty floor.
Draco crawled to the cot, pushing the tears back, grabbing the blanket to clean himself up the best that he could. He threw it onto the ground and moved his abused body to lay down and trying to ignore its protests. He closed his eyes tightly. "Please Hurry Harry. I can't take much more." He whispered into the dark forcing himself to finally fall asleep.
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Two days later, Harry found himself in the ministers office.
"Kingsley, this is absurd. Draco did not commit these crimes! They have integrated the man for over five days now, I'm sure they have used methods we would have frowned upon and still Draco is saying he's innocent. He will die in there! You can't keep him in there! I love that man, please Kingsley, let me bring him home."
Kingsley looked at the clearly over tired and frustrated man in front of him. "Harry, please sit down. I've told you, it's not so simple. They have a lot of evidence pointing to Mr. Malfoy. I'm just as shocked as you are. I have high regard when it comes to the Malfoy boy. I've seen the boy change his whole life around. I have seen the lives he has saved with his potions. I understand this is hard but I can't remove him, and give him special treatment. I can't send him on house arrest again. The push back I got the first time was rough, if I did it again, the wizarding world would lose their minds."
Harry rubbed his face in his hands letting out a large sigh. "Please Kingsley. I never use my name or position to get what I have needed, but I can't leave him in there. I... I finally found my reason to keep going. That man makes my life so much better, I need him. I need him to come home to me. Please, I will do whatever it takes. "
Kingsley felt for Harry. He had seen the two of them together, plastered all over the papers. You could see the love and longing between the two of them. "I can put a request in that he be released into your custody while the case is built and his trial is pending. I can't promise they will sign off on it, but I will send it in okay?"
Harry grabbed the mans hands. "Thank you. Thank you Kingsley. Really. You are a great man. " Harry felt a bit of pressure come off his shoulders. He knew they would sign it once the my saw it was for Harry. He had no doubt in his mind about that.
"Sorry to interrupt, Kingsley. Weasley sent me up to tell you that new prisoner, for the dark arts case, is being sent to St. Mungo's. They found him unresponsive in his cell." Williams said watching as Harry jumped up knocking his chair over. Before anyone could speak, Harry had apparated right out of the ministers office, through the wards and was gone.
"I'm coming Draco." Was all that was heard before he had disappeared.
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"Mr. Potter you can't go in there. That is a private room, protected by Aurors. There is a prisoner in there." A nurse said standing in front of a closed door.
Harry didn't give two shits what that woman was saying. He drew his wand and pointed it at her. "I survived a crazed murderous lunatic more than I can count in my life. If you think for one second you are going to stop me from entering that room, you are out of your mind. "
The nurse eyed the wand, and then the man. She was taking the chance of dueling the savior himself. She moved away from the door and Harry hurriedly pushed past her and into the room, letting the door click quietly behind him.
His eyes fell instantly onto his lover and a loud gasp and strangled cry escaped his throat. If he hadn't been sure this was Draco's room, he would have been sure he was looking at the wrong man.
His long beautiful hair was gone, chopped to pieces, his skin was rainbowed in colors from healing wounds. There was a layer of filth cover the whole body, making him look like a homeless man from the streets.
As Harry moved closer he took note that there was a tube in his throat, and a machine that was helping him breath. He was hooked to several monitors and had an iv in his left arm.
Harry pulled a chair and sat next to the bed reaching for Draco's right hand. It was battered and several fingers were clearly broken. No one had bothered to help Draco. They threw him into this room, gave him enough care to keep him alive but that was it. Harry leaned forward kissing the man's hand.
"I am so sorry I failed you Draco. But I will make this right. And I will make them pay. All of them. " He promised. He waved his wand conjuring a patronus. "I need you to get a message to Hermione Granger. It is important that it only reaches her and no one else. "
