Warning: Yaoi, RAPE
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter
AN: OK, as you saw the warning, be afraid, be very afraid.
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"What do you mean they only want you to go the Ministry?" Draoc asked suddnely as Harry read him the letter from the Minister of Magic.
"I dunno what they're playing at. You were their too." Harry said in exasperation. He shuffled over to put his dishes away. Draco grinned hearing the clink of the plate in the cabinet and swiftly stood grabbingHarry around the waist.
"Don't have to leave right now do you?" He purred in Harry's ear. the Gryffindor laughed.
"I get my port key in forty five minutes." The blond grabbed his ass and squeezed,
"Well then I thik we can have a bit fun before hand." Harry grabbed onto the counter glancing over his shoulder, Draoc's face was inches from his own, a syrupy kiss started at his jaw line and began moving it's way behind his ear and a tender spot behind his neck. He couldn't hold the soft whimper as the fingers teased in all his tender spots.
"Your not making this easy for me to leave." Harry said with a grin.
"Of course love," Whispered Draco his lips at Harry's ear his body curving right into the Gryffindors. Harry shuddered wich caused Draco to smile slowly. Oh how he loved making Harry go crazy.
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"Draco Malfoy, how long has it been since I last saw you? Three years? Four?"
A woman's voice was heard nearly three steps behind him, Draco paused tilting his head towards her.
"I believe it's been four, Pansy." Draco responded coolly. Harry was gone for the weekend, he had been called into the ministry for questioning about the Zabine incident. Draco missed him, but he couldn't think about him now at all, Pansy would kill him, if he gave her the chance.
"Who's the madman now?" Draco asked lightly,
"Who do you think, Draco dear? It could've been you, you have the power still, we would still follow you." She simpered sarcastically. Draco laughed openly,
"I sooner die then join your pitiful group of would be Death Eaters. Leave us in peace, you lost the war."
"He may be gone, but the war does continue. Potter must die, and if you are against us now, then you shall die as well."
"Pansy, Pansy, Pansy." Draco said softly as he drew his wand,
"Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't kill you first."
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"Ron Weasley!" Harry bellowed into the apartment his friend shared with Dean. Dean popped his head around one of the walls.
"Oi, look it's the Great Harry Potter come to rescue me from his tyrant friend." He said beaming.
"What has he done now?" Harry asked with a sigh,
"Oh nothing much, just rage on about you, and evil plans and investigation, in the usual flying off the handle Weasley style of course"
"Of course, do you know where's he's at now?" Harry asked in exasperation, Dean nodded smugly,
"Been at Hermione's all day, I think they're both hittin' it off rather nicely."
"Thanks Dean." Harry replied with a smile, Dean grabbed his arm
"Oh and before I forget, welcome back." Harry nodded with a sudden smile and apparated to the frizzy haired witch's house. He knocked once, waited. Nothing. Knocked twice, waited. Nothing
"Sorry 'Mione." He said as he flicked his wand and the door opened before him. The house was empty. Dark silence caused Harry to tense his whole being up, ever since the trial with Zabine he couldn't shake the feeling he was being hunted. It was a horrible feeling to say the least.
"Hermione? Ron?" He questioned into the darkness of the house, A flash of red came from his side and Harry crumpled into darkness.
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"Harry, wake up." A voice whispered in his ear, "Come on Harry, you have to get up." Louder and more insistent. Harry opened his eyes groggily, feeling the intense headache starting at the back of his head.
"Wh…where am I?" He asked rubbing his eyes hearing clicking chains and cold cuffs around his wrists. His eyes snapped open and saw Draco Malfoy in a similar position.
"Oh good, your awake." Draco whispered with a small smile, his head tilted in his direction.
"Draco…what happened…why are we...here?" Harry asked, his head hurt like a bitch. His fingers were asleep, and he looked to his wrists, tight manacles. He was close enough to Draco to touch his face, the Slytherin smiled soflty.
"Draco..."
"Shh…he's coming." Draco suddenly said. A large black door to his left swung open and Harry only stared as a pristine Lucias Malfoy stepped into the room.
"Ah good, you are both awake, welcome to my humble abode, I hope you find it accommodating." He said with a sneer.
"What the hell do you want?" Harry snapped, the war was over, Lucias was dead. Or was supposed to be dead at least.
"What do I want Mr. Potter?" He stepped into the room and made his way slowly over to Harry, looking intently at his son.
"I want you to die, but not yet. I want something…else." He stroke one of his long pale fingers down Harry's face and tilted up his chin,
"You will be mine." He whispered.
"Jeffery!" He called to the door, "Get Mr. Potter a bath. I want him in my chambers at once, and bring Young Mr. Malfoy as well, it would do him well to teach him a lesson."
Draco stiffened at the thought, lounging forward to knock Jeffery to the ground,
"You're not touching him." He growled, expanding his senses as much as he could. He could hear Harry's harsh breathing, Jeffery struggling up, his fathers laugh.
"Protective aren't you. I'm sure he'll scream well." Rough hands grabbed him and yanking him forward, he lost Harry through all the magic the house was reeking with, and His father had gone. Only the servants where taking them away.
"Draco…" He heard Harry said near him. Draco swallowed hard. His father was going to do unspeakable things to his lover. His Harry. He ground down. And there was nothing he could do about it. Suddenly he felt Harry's magic veering in another direction.
"Can I go with him." He asked desperately, stopped and turning towards the other direction.
"No. You wait in the masters bedroom." Came the gruff reply and Draco was shoved down the cool hallway. The room was dark when he entered it, usually the heat of the lanterns or the lights of a muggles room alerted him of the room being lighted. It was cold. Draco shivered and twisted his head around as the door opened, the light steps of his father,
"Oh don't look so sad, my son, no more pain after this, I promise." Lucias whispered,
"You're sick." Draco snarled, He heard his father laugh, then the door opened once more.
"Ah, Mr. Harry Potter. My, My, you certainly have become a man."
"Let us go, the war is over." Harry said, Draco could hear the fear in his voice, He could here how much struggled agaisnt the hands that delivered over to the bed, which Draoc was sure was the same black silk since he lived there years before.
"That may be, but I would like to finish what should have been done a long time ago." He heard as his father slapped Harry, hand met flesh in a painful way he heard Harry gasp.
"Let him go." Draco snarled stepping forward, but he chains attached him to the wall.
"I'd rather not." Draco strained against the bounds. Another flesh on flesh. Harry had grown, but it was hard to fight back without a wand and how quickly the spells his father rattled off were that bound his Harry. He couldn't shut it out.
"Get the fuck off—" Harry gave shout of pain, Draco jolted straining against the metal around his wrists. Grinding down his teeth.
"Let him go." He whispered. Harry screamed this time, Draco felt his eyes stinging, tears hurt.
"Scream for me." He heard his father growl a shudder over came his body.
"Stop it father…" His voice was deadly soft, Harry's harsh breathing, pain in every breath. Out of human impulses he shoved his eyes closed,
"Draco…" A hard smack and Draco opened his eyes the magic in the house was everywhere. He could tap into it. In the darkness he felt power erupt through his body-
"STOP TOUCHING HARRY!" He roared, if any body else was in the room, they would have been knocked out because of the magic that flowed through his body. The chains shattering around his wrists,
"Insolent little—" Draco was too wrapped up in the magic and extending his arm letting it flow to his finger tips washing through his father. If it killed or not he wasn't sure because a hand grabbed his, shaking and cold. The Slytherin turned cupping Harry's face, it was wet with tears,
"I'm so sorry…" Draco whispered, a shuddering breath was at his ear as Harry buried his head in his shoulder. Draco touched his shoulder to draw him in closer but Harry physically flinched away. An anger started growing in the pit of Draco's stomach again at what his father did to his Harry. His Harry.
"Stupefy!" Draco jumped as magic flew by his shoulder and he heard a groan come from his fathers lips.
"Harry…Mate…" It was Ron. Draco felt Harry pulled away from him, stunned as he heard the hug he gave Ron instead, fierce and hurt filled.
"You're father…You father almost killed Harry!" Ron began roaring, letting Harry go and prodding Draco in the chest. Draco only swallowed,
"I know". He said with a croak. He could feel the angry magic coming off of Ron in waves,
"I'm so sorry…" He whispered shivering.
"Well that's certainly not enough…"
"Stop it Ron…he saved me, more then once now." Harry said softly,
"Lucias needs to be arrested, you should send out a Patronus, I want to go home." Harry continued, suddenly reaching for Draco. The Slytherin jumped, not expecting Harry to want to touch him, be near him or even possibly want to home with him.
"Ah..I…alight then...I'll get a Patronus out." Ron replied watching as Harry slipped into Draco's arms.
"I guess…" He whispered as the two wizards left.
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"I need to be alone…" Harry whispered as they made it back to the small apartment. Draco swallowed.
"Ok…just…I…I love you…" Draco whispered, Harry's breath caught and Draco felt the hesitation in his movements before the door closed. Draco sighed, he desperately wanted to hold and touch Harry, to make the hurt go away. To make what his father did to him go away.
"Is everything alright Mr. Malfoy?" a woman asked behind him, Draco nearly jumped but only nodded recognizing it as the landlady who sold him the room.
"Yes, I'm fine." He replied, coming to his door and managing the key and the lock quite well.
"Well, if you need anything, you know who to call." She said brightly. Draco nodded distractedly and shut the door. He made it too his bed, he was exhausted, but his body didn't feel right. He stripped and sat on the edge of his bed listening to the sounds around him, the room in-between him and Harry a young couple argued.
"Jace." He said as his black cat ran into the room gleeful to have her master back. He bit his lower lip, feeling the loud purr reverberate under his hands and he picked his cat up, petting down her head.
"Keep Harry company tonight." He whispered. She jumped out of his lap and he heard her go to the door, then run back. Making the same movement three different times.
"I can't go, he doesn't want me over there…I've hurt him…my father hurt him…" He whispered. Jace only grabbed his finger between her teeth and tugged forward.
"Ow…" Draco muttered getting up. The black cat mewled loudly, pawing up the door and racing back to the Slytherin as he got up.
"Just go to him, I know you know where he lives." He said aggravated. Two hours later Draco was dressed in his pajamas and standing in front of Harry's door. He could feel all the magic surrounding the door frame and lock. None of his magic would get him in. His cat mewled from his feet and Draco picked her up the moment Draco was up straight his cat leapt from his hands and through the door. He heard a click and the door opened silently.
"Devil of a cat." He whispered. He sidled through the door and closed it softly. Harry own essence was everywhere in the room, that in itself made Draco crazy. Padding through the apartment Draco pushed open the bedroom door, He could hear the bed shuffling around a cry, more movement. The Slytherin wanted to touch Harry's face, to kiss the lips, to make him his again, but he only swallowed dropping to his knees, his head resting the mattress, his twined his fingers with Harry's and watched over him that night with every sense but his eyes. A low sigh came from the Gryffindors lips and the fingers tightened around his own.
Harry woke with a start, sweat covered his face and he was breathing hard. A hand encased his own and he stared at a still sleeping Draco Malfoy, his head resting on the mattress his legs curled underneath him. Harry tried to think, but he couldn't. He didn't want to see Draco, but he desperately wanted to, The Slytherin had said he loved him. The pale hand suddenly drew back as Draco came awake, a fearful look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry…I know you said you wanted to be alone…I couldn't sleep…and Jace wouldn't leave me alone…She let me in…I'm so sorry…I should go…" Draco blathered on so fearfully and quickly Harry couldn't help it, he broke into a soft smile. He put a finger to Draco's lips and he closed his mouth quickly breathing hard.
"I mean…" Draco started once more,
"Shh, when you're nervous, you don't stop talking." Harry said softly
"I'm sorry." Draco amended quickly. Harry slid up pulling Draco with him into the bed.
"We can't...I've hurt you too much." Draco whispered as Harry touched his face,
"You didn't hurt me, you helped me, saved me." Harry replied with realization that he had no reason to fear Draco, nor blame him.
"A-are you sure?" Draco asked as Harry pulled him forward.
"I wish you were by my side last night, I was stupid to send you off, I barely slept." Harry replied airily, he wanted Draco to touch him,
"Please touch me at least." Harry whispered desperately. If the Slytherin could see, Harry was sure he would of stared at him in amazement. Only Draco's mouth dropped slightly and he pulled away for a second time,
"Harry…I…" The Gryffindor pressed his lips into Draco's plunging his tongue into the hot mouth and waited for Draco to respond, it took a only a few seconds and soon the Slytherin had his hands on his face, gently stroking down to his neck and pulling him forward. He felt a indent on the side of Harry's neck and the Gryffindor pulled back with a slight gasp.
"I'm sorry." Draco said instantly, withdrawing both of his hands from Harry's skin.
"it's alright…it just hurt." Harry managed. Draco bit his lips reaching for Harry's face, ever so softly touching the lips with his fingertips,
"I want to make the hurt go away." He whispered, he stopped his hands from going any farther down Harry's face and heard him breath in deep. He pulled Harry forward and wrapped his pale arms around him, he felt the hot tears at drip down his neck. He never wanted Harry to get hurt like that ever again.
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