Chapter 22 Infected Wounds
Draco made him way slowly, aimlessly through the empty evening halls of school. He did this frequently, finding he always had too much free time even after finishing all of his homework. That wasn't too hard to accomplish when you had no real friends to speak of. Even Blaise and Pansy regarded him with casual indifference; not minding his company, but certainly not missing him too much when he was gone. When he was with them they mostly snogged or bickered, leaving Draco to be the third wheel. Lately he'd been opting to just spend his time alone, wandering the castle, finding the happiness of his old friends in love to be just a bit too much to bear in his own fragile state of mind.
It had been nearly three weeks since he had gotten together with Adrian at the Shrieking Shack. Three weeks and not once had his former lover given him any indication that he still held any interest. Draco knew it was only sex, that it would not last forever, but it did not stop him from twice trying to talk to his Potions Master outside of class. Both times, however, Professor Albatross had shut him out completely, claiming to be busy and pushing him out of his office without a second glance. Draco tried not to be hurt by this sudden rejection, fancying himself as having no real emotions anymore. But no matter how hard he tried to deny it, it hurt him. Since after the first week of his sudden freeze out Draco had been cutting again, seeing no point in stopping now that he and Adrian were no longer meeting.
Naturally he avoided Potter desperately; partially because it seemed Potter had not forgotten Draco's sorry state after the Ravenclaws' assault two weeks earlier, and partially because he hated to be reminded of how damned attractive Potter was these days. Every encounter with the Gryffindor made him cringe; from the unruly raven hair that stuck up teasingly, to his Quidditch-toned body, tan sinewy muscles that flexed effortlessly, and finally his gorgeous emerald eyes that looked at him with a mixture of pity and worry. He hated that the most. The pity in Potter's puppy-dog eyes drove him insane. He already knew he was pathetic, but now finally the one person thick-headed enough to not see what a waste he was, his long-time rival, saw it too. No longer was he the equal enemy, but a washed-up, gay loser who could not be saved.
Before long Draco found himself walking by Professor Albatross's office, as he frequently did during his walks. He sighed internally, wondering why he still took this path even the professor had made it clear these past weeks that he no longer wanted anything to do with him. However as he padded passed the entrance he was surprised to hear the door opening. He turned quickly to find himself face to face with Professor Albatross.
"Adria-uhhmmm... I mean Professor Albatross," Draco corrected himself quickly feeling the fire of his embarrassment spreading all over. He averted his gaze to the floor with a nod and moved to keep on his path down the hallway.
"Ah, Draco, no need to be so shy," Adrian drawled, grabbing Draco suddenly and firmly by his wrist. Draco's eyes shot to his questioningly. "Sorry I have been so busy lately," the taller man cooed at his junior. "But if you're not too busy right now...?" The man finished quirking his eyebrow at the dumbstruck boy.
"I... uhmm..." Draco struggled for words. On one hand, he was pissed. This man had ignored him for three whole weeks and expects him to just forgive him with a few simple words? But on the other hand, he was terribly lonely. And no longer truly believed he deserved the respect he'd once commanded. After all, he was only a disgraced ex-death eater with no real prospects for the future. In fact, the more he considered it, he wasn't sure what the professor ever even saw in him. I should probably just take whatever I can get. Right? No one will ever love someone like me. So without finishing his sentenced he twisted his hand into the vampire's and followed him dully into the room sequestered behind his office.
"I'm so glad I ran into you." Adrain rasped into his ear seductively with an air of something crueler. Draco moaned slightly at his lover's words and proximity, no longer caring if the professor were to devour him whole. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered much to Draco anymore. Deftly the professor swept his charge up onto the bed and muttered a quick spell. Draco felt his wrists and ankles be engulfed by heavy iron shackles that tightens and spread him out on the bed. His heart raced as he looked bewildered into Adrian's dark eyes.
"Not to worry love," Adrain said in a cool voice. "It's been so long since we've seen each other. I just want to make sure we can spend some quality time together." An evil smile quirked on his face, his eyes glinting in the low torch light of the bedroom.
Draco twitched nervously but said nothing. His eyes flickered to where Adrain now held a small silver knife in his hands. He twirled it easily between his fingered, his eyes rising to watch Draco's fixed gaze.
"Like it do you? I knew you would." Without pause he moved toward Draco, grasping his school shirt and popping the buttons off with a simple stroke of the blade, leaving his smooth, pale chest exposed. Running his free hand up Draco's skin he slipped the knife under each of the boy's sleeves, tearing the material and freeing his body.
"As I thought, you've been a bad boy haven't you?" Adrian ran his hands now across the marred flesh of his forearms, fresh wounds still obvious.
"I thought I made it clear. You are MINE." The dark man's eyes flared as he came down rapidly on Draco's neck, biting harshly into his delicate flesh.
Draco cried out unbidden from the intense pain of the bite. They were always uncomfortable but before now they had all been done with tenderness and had not been particularly painful. Draco knew in this instant that whatever was to come next would not be the typical passionate, pleasurable sex they'd had before. This was to be a punishment.
Draco swooned and Adrain pulled back roughly, moving his hands down to literally tear the pants off Draco. Adrian disrobed grabbed Draco's legs forcefully spreading them and positioning himself at the blonde's entrance. Draco cried out again as the strong man entered him with no preparation. Pain washed through him with every violent thrust the angry man made inside of him. He couldn't be sure how long it went on for, his head swam and he seemed to detach from his current situation, his numb body no longer processing what was happening to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel the ache, but it felt now like it belonged to someone else. He was just an empty doll, violated and broken. His mind drifted further into darkness and abstraction. Emerald eyes peered out at him from the abyss, that damned look of pity playing on them once more. He felt someone pulling him back to consciousness. Sensations returned and his body was hit with a wall of fiery pain. He could tell that the assault had abated but the damage throbbed through his body brutally.
"Next time, do not forgot to whom you belong now." A voice whispered icily into his ear. He heard a few spells being murmured and felt his wounds healing. "Drink this," the voice commanded, shoving a potion firmly at his face. Obediently Draco gulped down the liquid he immediately recognized as Blood Replenishing Potion. When he finished with the potion Adrain handed him his clothes, magically restored of course, commanding him to dress and leave. Still in shock from his ruthless attack, Draco listlessly dressed and left, heading directly to his dormitory.
