Previously:
"Not bad, Potter. You almost had me: one punch and we'd have a role reversal. I want to draw this out as bit… so, just tell me when you want me to stop." He grinned sadistically "and I'll know I'm doing well."
Chapter 4 – Underestimation & Humiliation
Harry was suddenly very aware that Malfoy had him pinned to a mattress, completely helpless, in their own room where nobody would disturb them, and that he was, even now, straddling Harry's hips, staring down into Harry's eyes (with what Harry's brain kept suggesting was a very sultry look).
Harry wanted to get this over with so he could stop taking Malfoy's every word the wrong way: Harry's brain, for no apparent reason, kept making everything worse than it should have been.
Malfoy grinned down sardonically, Harry's brain decided it was a feral grin and prompted him to ask Draco if he'd ever considered life as a dominatrix. Harry clamped his jaw shut tightly.
He wanted Malfoy off him. He was getting uncomfortable with the images his brain was providing of all the things that could possibly happen (or if he listened to his more conscious mind couldn't possibly happen).
"You can't actually do anything to me Malfoy: you hurt me, we switch. What can you actually do?"
"I was thinking the very same thing. But I, unlike you, can think beyond the limitations. Physical pain only goes so far anyway-"
"But I'm only physically disabled, not mentally or emotionally or whatever… so what can you do that you don't normally. You have no greater advantage now than any other time." Harry said attempting to roll Draco off and failing miserably. Draco sneered at his attempt: he actually looked genuinely amused.
"Suffer you the worst humiliation of your life Potter, that's what!" Draco grinned gleefully.
Draco leaned towards Harry, then grinned nastily and jerked away, hopping off Harry and off the bed. Harry rocked gracelessly, attempting to roll into a sitting position to see what Draco was doing; his arms weighed at his sides and hindered his movement.
Draco opened the chest that was at the foot of Harry's bed. He glanced back at Harry, who had rolled onto his front, curled up and used his face to push himself up to a kneeling position on the bed. He looked over his shoulder as Draco grinned and began to rummage through the trunk.
"What are you doing?"
"Pressing my advantage." Draco didn't look up, but began to throws things over his shoulder- it seemed like he was trying to break anything he could, which he was.
Harry moved to the edge of the bed and slipped off, made his way towards Draco, who, while aware of him, was ignoring him completely: this irked Harry- Malfoy didn't even seem to consider him a threat now!
He used his knee to push the lid of the chest forward, trying to slam it on Draco. The other boy caught the lid easily- he'd been expecting it- and stood quickly, tripping Harry helplessly to the floor with a fluid motion.
Draco supported his bodyweight gently all the way down: it didn't hurt… and it was weird, because Draco was practically lying on top of Harry. And Harry was sure he hadn't learned to do that from any dual: trying not to harm his enemies wasn't Malfoy-esque. It felt strange: he'd tried to put his arms out, but they were, as promised, completely unresponsive. Draco grinned again.
"You know, Potter; seeing you like this is almost making this whole thing worthwhile. I'm quite enjoying myself right now." He rose from his perch over Harry's prone form "Now where was I? Ah yes, I remember: humiliating you."
He bent back over the chest and practically cackled- Harry couldn't see what he'd got, but he was sure anything that could produce that sound from Malfoy was bad news for him. And he was sure he knew what it was Malfoy would be holding when he turned around.
Sure enough a black leather-bound book, that Harry had thought nobody but him would ever read, was clutched in his hands as he sat down on Harry's bed.
Harry did his rolling trick again, feeling very foolish as he tried to get to his feet. Malfoy laughed.
"If 'The Dark Lord' could see you now! If he knew he'd been beaten by… this! ...how many times is it now?" Malfoy trailed off, laughing.
Harry stood, his face scarlet; he was embarrassed, but he knew the book was not muggle-brought, so only he could open it. Malfoy couldn't use it against him. He was almost relieved to be getting away with the current humiliation. Not even Ron and Hermione had read any of his diary.
Draco was examining the book closely, but he could see Harry in his peripheral. He walked towards Draco, but instead of attacking or shouting, he sat down on Draco's bed opposite where Draco was sitting and watched him. Draco smirked whilst still inspecting the book: Harry was underestimating him again.
Harry stared as Draco ran his fingers, then his wand over the pages, whispered a few incoherent words and pressed the closed book between his palms. When Draco opened the book, Harry could see his own untidy scrawl across the pages. Draco looked up and grinned.
"Never underestimate a Slytherin, Potter, especially if he also happens to be a Malfoy. It could well be the last thing you ever do."
Harry's face was burning, and he rose and charged in a desperate attempt to stop Draco from reading. However the blonde boy had been expecting this- he could have cast a body bind to stop him, but instead he used Harry's own momentum and body weight to sling him over into a heap on his bed. It was more humiliating to make Harry squirm beneath him as he read his diary: Draco leaned over from his perch atop Harry's waist to retrieve the book that had tumbled when they had.
Draco placed the book on Harry's chest and began flicking through, his eyes scanning quickly over the words. Harry watched his eyes, dreading the moment he knew was coming; they widened and he smiled.
"Potter! Not as inexperienced as I thought, but even more gay than I could have imagined; 'it hurt that first time I felt him inside me, but I felt so complete' I knew you were a bloody faggot Potter!" Malfoy laughed, staring at Harry's red face.
Harry's eyes were squeezed shut and it looked like he would either cry or lose his temper and kill Malfoy: It could have gone either way, but as it happened it went the latter of the two. Harry jerked forward suddenly, tried to sit up, attempting to head-butt Malfoy in the face, but the blonde simply pressed a hand to Harry's forehead, pushing him back down to the mattress, then he smiled and continued to read silently, before looking up and addressing Harry once more
"I'm not surprised you're bottom either, Potter: you do write like a girl…" he read under his breath for a moment grinning inanely, "except your hand-writing's appalling:" He muttered "what does that word say?" he turned the book around and held it in front of Harry, who only glared at Malfoy's glee-filled face and breathed in a shaky breath.
"why are you still sitting on me" he ground out "considering I'm a faggot I would have thought you'd feel more comfortable further away"
"I'm flattered that you fancy me, Potter- and unsurprised- but I wouldn't miss the front row seats to this humiliation. I like being able to see your face while I read your deepest, darkest secrets"
Harry went red; with anger or embarrassment or both, but certainly red. "I may be gay but I'm not deaf dumb and blind, Malfoy: nobody in their right mind would find you attractive!"
Malfoy came close to hitting Harry then, but instead he just laughed; which only infuriated Harry more. Draco moved the hand from Harry's forehead to his throat, only resting it, not pressing down.
"Oooh, another time, another boy: quite the little whore, aren't you? slept around haven't you Potter…? Are you always bottom?" he said staring at Harry's still-red face. Harry tried to sit up again, forcing Malfoy's hand against his throat: Harry choked, but remained pinned by Draco's still-strong arm. Malfoy laughed hysterically as Harry coughed.
"Run into my fist and say I punched you, Potter? This spell understands intentions."
Tears of pain were spilling down Harry's cheeks, but they were also because of his shame and anger.
Malfoy went back to reading "My, my, Potter! This is good stuff 'when Jack ran his hand up my thigh, I couldn't help but shiver. But when he pounded into me I cried out so loud, that I'm sure I woke everyone in the house.' it's a bit like porn, isn't it, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. He stopped then and considered Harry: his face was turned to the side, tears streaming down, wetting the mattress, his eyes shut and his bottom lip clamped firmly between his teeth.
"You know, you really shouldn't keep a diary, Potter. Firstly it's a very girly habit- but then, you are gay- and secondly, if anyone were to find out the secrets in these pages… well you can't imagine the things death eaters can do with this kind of information- can you say InFiltration…?- not to mention what the press would love to do with this. Rita Skeeta would have a field day…"
Harry's eyes shot open and his head turned quickly: he said nothing, but stared imploringly at Malfoy.
"Why shouldn't I send it to her, Potter?"
"You can't prove I wrote it."
"don't be an idiot, Potter: we live in a magic castle- of course we can prove you wrote it… and besides, everyone would believe it whether it was true or not."
Harry knew that was true from experience: they would believe whatever was written about him, without-bloody-question. This irked Harry more than a little: he saved everyone and they believe stupid lies about him.
"Don't, Draco." Harry whispered. "You're right…they'd believe it. Please don't do it."
"Hmmm…. 'Please' ? Not very compelling… hadn't occurred to me you'd even try that one…" Malfoy sneered, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco Malfoy smiled his nastiest smile yet.
I'll write more soon. Sorry it's been…. It's probably more than a year isn't it? well sorry anyhow… xxtOxx