I have decided to switch between Draco/Harry perspectives, so look out for warning!

Harry POV


Previously:

He reached out, and performed the spell to open the door. He strode in, and got his first good look at the prisoner.

"Potter?"

Now:

Harry looked up at that exclamation, taking a moment to focus his eyes after so little light. When he saw the person in front of him, he snorted. "Fucking hell Malfoy, could I at least languish in my misery without you sticking your pointy nose in?"

Malfoy drew himself up, and with a sneer, replied, "I am not here by choice Potter. The Dark Lord sent me."

"Well done Malfoy, you finally got recognised for all the arse kissing you've been doing. I have to say, it has become a bit tedious down here, and the room service is absolutely atrocious." Harry smirked, knowing it would drive Malfoy insane.

Malfoy sneered and walked up to the bars separating Harry from the rest of the room. "I have been sent here to deal with something that has arisen."

"Oh? And what have you been sent to deal with? Could you hurry it up please, because I can already feel myself being suffocated by your huge ego." Harry pretended to choke, grasping his neck and rolling his eyes back into his head.

"Cute Potter. Stuck in a dungeon with your death imminent and you still try to be the big man. I see that your time down here hasn't reduced the arrogance that basically oozes off you." Harry scoffed, but remained silent. Silently, Malfoy reached into his robes and drew out a vial. "Drink this. Now."

"And why would I do that?" Harry stood and walked up to the bars.

"Because if you don't, I will stun you, then force it down your throat. Your choice." Malfoy thrust his hand through the bars and tipped the vial back and forth, making it catch the light. It glowed a disturbing red. It reminded Harry of Voldemort's evil, demented eyes. He shuddered at the memory.

"What does it do? I'm not taking it if you don't tell me." Harry backed up and leaned against the wall. He could feel water seeping though his clothes. Not that it would make any difference, he thought wryly, I'm still wearing the clothes they caught me in, which are absolutely crusted in muck.

"Fuck this. You will drink this, and I don't give a shit whether you are awake or not." Malfoy withdrew his hand and put the vial back into his robes. He then retrieved his wand, pointing it threateningly at Harry.

"You swore! I'm going to tell your daddy!" Harry said in a singsong voice.

Malfoy grimaced and chanted "Petrificus Totalis!"

Harry became rigid against the wall. He tried to move, but he couldn't even shut his eyes.

Malfoy chuckled, and opened the door to the Harry's cell with a wave of his wand. He strode in, shutting the door behind him again. "You won't be able to move Potter. Total body bind, remember? Oh right, I forgot that you're the Golden Boy. You don't need to pay attention in class, and why would you need to? You are absolutely perfect. Fucking goody-good."

Harry would have rolled his eyes if he could. Trust Malfoy to go into a long tirade as soon as he had him immobilised. I wonder if he's going to threaten me with electric eels. He has to at least do the insane cackle; he just isn't evil if he doesn't do the cackle. Harry chuckled mentally, imagining Malfoy cackling insanely, whilst stroking a cat. He focussed on Malfoy again when he moved to stand in front of him.

Malfoy then proceeded to reach forward and prise open Harry's jaw. He withdrew the vial again and uncorked it. He then poured it's contents into Harry's mouth, massaging his neck to make the potion go down. He stepped back and removed the spell on Harry.

Harry dropped to his knees, and tried to hold in a scream of pain. It felt like someone had poured molten metal into his veins. He gripped his head in agony, shaking with the effort of not blacking out. Suddenly, the pain stopped. Only to be replaced by a great burning in his lower region.

He stood up slowly and glanced up briefly at Malfoy, turning around. He was stunned into stopping by what he saw. Has anyone ever been so beautiful? It should be illegal!

Harry stalked up to Malfoy slowly, like a predator to its prey. Malfoy had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look going on, and wasn't moving. "Why Draco, you look positively edible today."

Malfoy snorted nervously, and replied "God Potter, if your pickup line was any lamer, you'd hav-"

Malfoy insult was cut off by Harry's lips, which slammed into his with enough force to propel them both into the bars behind them.

Malfoy whimpered, but then slumped, as if he had given up. Harry didn't care, as long as he got rid of this burning. He would do anything to get rid of the burning!

He roughly ripped off Malfoy's robe, and then tried to unbutton his shirt. When this was proven unsuccessful, he ripped that off too. He moaned when he saw all of the creamy flesh in front of him. He pressed his lips into Malfoy's soft, delicious ones, but there was no response, so he licked and kissed his way down Malfoy's neck, biting gently and then soothing the skin with his tongue. Suddenly, he stopped and ripped off his own shirt.

Harry pressed his naked skin up against Malfoy's and moaned. He didn't think that it would feel as good as it did. Harry pressed his lips against the fluttering pulse at the point where neck met shoulder, but grew frustrated when the burning didn't stop. He fumbled with the buckle on Malfoy's trousers, and then slid them down in one smooth movement.

He forcefully pushed Malfoy to the ground, and spent a moment admiring him. Although the cell was dark, Malfoy still glowed with an ethereal light. His milky skin contrasted with the colour riding high on his cheeks, and his chest heaved as if he had just been doing rigorous exercise. Harry lowered his gaze and found black boxers. He stripped them off the offending item quickly, and revealed a half-hard cock, nestled in a thatch of soft hair.

Harry leaned down and swiped his tongue experimentally along the underside. Quite bitter, but I like it, he thought hazily. A hissing breath above him encouraged him, so he suckled on the sensitive head. He didn't stay there long, although he wanted to, for the burning had reached a whole new level, and was calling for him to complete what he had started.

Harry reached down and slid a hand in between the crease of the beautiful arse in front of him. He circled the hole he found there, and then slowly slid a finger in, followed by a second one shortly after. He pumped his fingers back and forth a few times, but could not wait long enough to finish stretching Malfoy properly.

Harry slipped his hand under the small of Malfoy's back, and held him up as he entered Malfoy harshly, ignoring the grunt of pain from below. He pumped in and out of Malfoy, until the burning and pressure inside him reached its height, and he exploded in a wave of orgasmic bliss.

Harry fell to the side and lay there panting, still riding out the waves of pleasure. He panted loudly, and watched as Malfoy stood, and waved his wand, cleaning him of Harry's seed. The next wave set his clothes straight. Without another word or glance at Harry, he opened the door and strode out, taking the only source of light with him. The dull thunk of the lock echoed around the cell.

Harry lay still for a few seconds, trying to process what had just happened, feeling the last remnants of the potion disappear from his system.

The sweat on his body turned cold, and he had ripped his only clothes, so he lay there shivering, in the filth on the floor.

His vision blurred with a film of tears, but he closed his eyes so that they didn't fall.

He wouldn't give Voldemort the pleasure.


Awww, poor Harry! it'll get better, I promise! xoxo