Harry stumbled through the halls of Hogwarts, trying to determine if he was about to run head-first into a student or a pole. Before he could collide with whatever it may have been, a savior in the form of a hand gripping his arm pulled him into a class room.
"Harry, what have you done now?" He couldn't quite see, but Harry knew that exasperated voice could belong only to Hermione.
"I...lost my glasses," the wizard replied, lamely. If it had been Ron, he would have gotten away with it; unfortunately, this was no Ron he was dealing with. He heard the typical sigh, but no lecture reached his ears, which disturbed him-- Hermione was never one to give up the chance for a good lecture. He saw her move a bit, perhaps raise her arm, and then it struck him what she was about to do. "No!" he shouted quickly, reaching an arm out to bat her wand away.
"No?" Hermione repeated, quirking an eyebrow. "Harry, how do you expect to go through the day without being able to see? I don't know what trouble you've gotten yourself into so that you've come to lose your glasses, but at least let me-"
"I'll be fine," Harry interrupted her, not at all as reassuring as the words sounded. "I can still listen, right?"
Lowering her wand, still suspicious, Hermione crossed her arms. "So what did happen to you?"
"It's nothing to worry about," the green-eyed boy said, giving an honest, but hardly believable, smile. He sensed that she was backing down for now and grateful for that accomplishment, took the opportunity to try and search out his seat. Everything was so fuzzy, he could barely tell which seats had students in them and which were empty.
Sighing again, Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to where Ron was watching the entire thing with a certain curiosity. "Don't ask," she told the redhead before he even got the chance to question it.
Finally settled into a seat, Harry knew that this was far from the worst. Potions, he figured, would be no treat today.
Potions was indeed terrible. Snape seemed to think that Harry having such a normal and restricting trait was an endless source of amusement. The class passed by slowly, with no less than ten, snide remarks about Harry's lack of glasses and how said disability wouldn't make much of a difference in his poor level of work. Draco didn't help much, jumping in to add his own insults whenever he saw an opening. The entire class was one big attack on the Potter boy and he couldn't be glad enough to escape from it.
Once outside the door, Harry gave a small sigh of relief; not that the usual release from said class was the low point of his day. He, Ron, and Hermione had a small break from the monotony of classes and the three agreed to take cover in the Gryffindor common room, protected from all of the sneaking Slytherins that were looking for chances to poke fun at him. Just as they were almost home free, a cold, chilling voice stopped Harry in his tracks.
"What's wrong, Potter, Ron not leading you around properly? You look a bit lost." Draco smirked as the trio turned to face him. He had approached the three alone, and that meant he had business with Harry. Alone.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly. Not even a full day and the blonde was back for more?
"Come with me." It wasn't a request or an offer, but an obvious order. It also put Harry in a very difficult position, and Draco knew it. If he were to agree and follow the other blindly (rather literally), it would spark questions among his friends that couldn't be avoided. On the other hand, if he refused, Draco would have no problem making a bee-line to Ginny to tell her Harry's secret crush. Either way, the young wizard would have some hefty explaining to do.
Weighing his options and finally succumbing to the impatient tapping of Malfoy's polished shoe, Harry's shoulders sunk slightly as he allowed the Slytherin to lead him away.
They were back in the Room of Requirement, but it was changed much from the first time. This time, pillows of red and gold hues adorned one of the corners and the floor was carpeted with a green and silver antique-styled rug. A chandelier with hundreds of white candles hung over head, setting a low light over the cozy room.
Confused, and slightly concerned about the setting, Harry turned to Draco. "What exactly do you have planned here?"
As usual, Draco said nothing, but gave a sadistic smirk. He stalked toward Harry, forcing the other to stumble backward or be pushed to the ground. He cornered the blind boy and shoved him against the cold wall, narrowing in on him. He relished in the nervous atmosphere Harry gave off; he could practically taste the fear and anticipation. But why settle for that?
Harry tensed as Draco's intentions became painfully obvious in the form of a hard nip to his neck. He gasped lightly as the other's hands slipped his robe off and let it fall to the floor. He grasped Draco's wrist in his own hand and narrowed his eyes at the blonde. "Malfoy, I don't know what you're planning, but-"
"You don't know what I'm planning?" Draco laughed. "Don't be stupid, Harry." His face got impossibly close and he could smell the minty flavor of the Chosen One's breath. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" The black-haired boy didn't respond and Draco chuckled, shoving him to the ground. "First, I'm going to strip you down," he said as he kneeled between Harry's legs and shoved him into the pillows with a hand. "Then, I'm going to turn you over on these pillows and tie you up." Harry's vest was tugged over his head, despite the struggles; it seemed Draco was stronger than his lanky form suggested. "Finally," the blonde hissed, loosening the red and gold tie, "I'll have my way with you."
"You're crazy," Harry growled back. "Do you really think you'll get away with this?" As he spoke, trying to play along as best he could, his fingers inched toward his fallen cloak where his wand was stored.
"I don't think," Draco told him, sneering as he grabbed the straying hand with bruising force, "I know." He grinned as Harry winced against the assault and leaned in. "No more talking."
Draco's pale hands slipped the tie over Harry's head and leaned back, pulling the glaring boy up by the collar of his shirt with him. He quickly set to work, ripping the clean, white shirt off the skinny Gryffindor and tossing it to the side. The tie, still gripped in his fingers, was used to secure the wizard's wrists behind his back and Harry was once again pushed into the plush pillows.
Now struggling more avidly, Harry attempted to kick Draco off. It was to no avail, though, as Draco once again overpowered him. "Do I have to remind you," Draco whispered into his ear, "what will happen if you struggle too much?"
"Tell her," Harry spat, "tell everyone, I don't care. Just get off of me!" Harry had his pride, but it wasn't so blind and stubborn that he would let something like this happen.
"You think it's that simple anymore? The stakes are much higher now, Harry." Draco knew it grated on the younger one's nerves when he used his first name. Their distant, last name-calling relationship up until this point had been at a comfortable pace. Now,though, Draco was pushing past all limits and going straight for the kill; he was sick of waiting. He had never been a very patient person.
Loosening his own tie, Draco tugged it off from under his clothes and used it as a makeshift gag on the other. As much as he would have loved to hear Harry scream, a muffled cry would have to suffice. Grinning, and now in complete control of the situation, Draco moved on top of Harry to straddle his hips. He leaned down and took one of the younger one's nipples in his mouth, biting at it harshly. Urged on by the angry, pained sounds from the dark-haired one, Draco drug his nails down Harry's chest, biting into the pale skin and leaving fine, red streaks.
Never much one for foreplay, though the torture it put Harry through may have been worth it, Draco went about his business undressing the boy. He easily tugged open the belt and stripped his victim of his pants, pulling off his shoes and socks on the way.
Now faced with an almost-naked Harry, Draco slowed down. For the first time, he crushed his lips against the other's in a heated, quick kiss. When he pulled away, Harry looked surprised as much as he looked afraid. This confused Draco a bit, but he shrugged it off, determined to re-instill that fear back in him. His nails dug into the other's hips as he drug his boxers down, off of his form.
Harry bit down against the tie-gag as sharp teeth ripped at his nipples once more, a shudder forcing its way through his body. His hands struggled against their restraints as Draco's fingers slid down his sides, freezing every inch of skin that they touched. Then, suddenly, the other's presence was gone from above him. At first, he thought he had simply escaped from the situation in his mind, gone to a much friendlier setting where he and his friends were having supper or shopping for new trinkets. Unfortunately, that cold, menacing feeling seeped back into his head as he felt skin-on-skin contact.
Draco smirked as Harry shut his eyes tightly, perhaps trying to block out what was about to happen. It didn't matter, what was going to happen would happen and nothing short of his father bursting in through the unseen door would fix that.
The blonde unceremoniously bent one of the thin legs over his shoulder, one of his own hands lowering to stroke himself. He closed his eyes, soft moans ushering from his lips as he struck up a quicker pace. He could feel himself hardening under the touches, anticipation of what was to come pumping blood through his veins. He felt the wet dribble of pre-cum slide down his length and with a certain amount of willpower, pulled his hand away.
Leaning over Harry, that smirk still creeping across his face, Draco used the leverage of the captive leg to thrust into the virgin quickly. He groaned silently at the tight heat surrounding him, taking a moment to adjust. The boy under him was writhing in pain, muffled yelps echoing through the still room.
"Shh," Draco murmured, tugging a hand through the mussed, black hair. "As much as I'd love to hear you cry, it's much easier if you lay still." The words served only to renew Harry's efforts and Draco sighed-- he was so stubborn.
Holding the other down by his hips, Draco quickly built up a steady pace, savoring each thrust into Harry. A warm feeling built up in his stomach as he quickened his rhythm, chills running down his spine as he plunged deep inside his classmate.
Harry was too far gone at that point, retreating deep inside his mind. He vaguely heard Draco groan out a word or two and then a warm, repulsive feeling fill him. He knew the older one was finished and he slowly came back to reality as he felt the blonde pull out of him. His expression was dulled-- fighting back had been useless and struggling gave Draco too much pleasure. What more could he do but lie there and take it?
Harry's hands were released and the gag was lifted from his mouth, but he remained motionless. Trying to muster up any courage or shred of dignity at this point would be pointless and humiliating. So, he waited for Draco to do what was only natural of one in his position.
Easily locating his clothes in a mass of fabric on the floor, Draco redressed himself with a satisfied smirk on his face. Harry's eyes were empty, as if there was no one inside. Draco knew that wasn't true, and that the black-haired boy was probably just waiting for him to leave so he could gather himself and clean up the mess left behind without any further embarrassment.
While he normally would have loved to add insult to injury, time was pressing. Harry would be absent from the rest of his classes for the day, but Draco didn't really have an excuse. As he made his exit, the blonde idly wondered what reason Harry would come up with for his condition. The truth, perhaps? Well, that could be interesting.
And interesting it shall be. What will Harry do? IS HE BROKEN? Will Draco get what's coming to him, or will things take a dramatic turn for the unseen, unrealistic, and uncharacteristic? Well, what are you waiting for? Go find out!