cortigiana onesta

Chapter 4

Silence washed over the castle as night fell, coating the land in darkness, bringing out the stars and the waning moon. The pale light of the moon cast an eery light onto the pale form that sat quietly in Astronomy tower, gazing into the darkness. Draco sighed, pulling his cloak tightly about his shoulders, shivering slightly as the nightly chill settled over the castle.

He knew shouldn't be out here, but the he couldn't sleep, not when he knew that the dark lord was waiting for him in his bed, not when he knew that his parents were looking for him, not when he knew that his friends were probably next in line for his spot with the dark.

He shuddered, thinking of last nights copulation, his heart clenching painfully as he thought of one of his friends on their backs under the humanoid being that they served, the dark lord trying to impregnate them, but knowing that he would fail.

A slight smile caressed his lips at the scheme they had pulled, feeling his heart lift if only for a moment at the simplicity in the manipulation.

Knowing that even if the dark lord came within his friends bodies, they would not fall pregnant, due to the contraceptive potion he had brewed for them.

A smirk formed on the youngest Malfoy's lips, his eyes turning toward the moon, allowing the seductive light seep into his pores, bathing him in pale beauty. His hands clasped in front of his body, as if in prayer, breathing deeply allowing the night to take him, engulf him, caress his wounds, filling him with power. His eyes closed softly, his pale lashes stroked his cheeks, tickling the sensitive skin under his eyes.

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The door opened softly, moonlight pouring into the darkened space, illuminating the still figure. Walking silently toward the still, pale boy, emerald eyes dull and empty, Harry's hand reached out, roughly grasping the hood of the smaller teen, pulling the stunned boy into his arms.

Draco yelled, stumbling back into the clumsy embrace, unprepared to be thrown to the ground. He stared up into darkened green eyes, fear gripping his heart as the hollow orbs looked down into his. Feeling the cold on his body, Draco clamped his eyes shut, his heart jumping into his throat as he realized the where the larger boy's hand was.

"Potter, stop this." Said Draco, trying to push the boy off, his heart beating faster in his chest when the darker boy did not move. He tried to pull his wand out, ready to cast a spell, when he looked to where his cloak lay on the stone floor of the balcony. His dark eyes looked up, fear written clearly across his young, pale face, his grey orbs meeting deadened emerald green.

Harry looked down at the pale boy, his face blank, his eyes dead. Draco tried desperately to dislodge the larger boy, tried to hide his fear, as he felt the hardened flesh press against his entrance.

He cried out, arching in pain as the darker boy took him, ripping his body, causing blood to flow. Draco looked up at the moon, his eyes filling with pained tears, his hands reaching, almost desperately for the comfort and safety that it had always given him.

Harry grunted, releasing into the pale boy, mixing his seed with blood, listening to the smaller boy's scream of pain, before collasping forward, onto the smaller body.

Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head, signaling the prescence of Morpheus, giving comfort from the pain, dulling it with sleep.

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Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes as he leant back, feeling his body slip from another. He looked down, his dark eyes widening as he stared into the pale, sleeping face of Draco Malfoy. Sitting back on his knees, Harry ran his hands through his dark unruly hair, his heart pounding in his chest, as the nights events came rushing back.

Tears choked him of air, strangling the distressed boy with sobs. Roughly pulling on his discarded pants, Harry looked around, his eyes frantic. Carefully pulling the unconscious boy close to his chest, Harry wrapped the him in his dark cloak, standing. He hurried out of the tower, ducking into the staircase, and nearly running down the steps.

Reaching Gryffindor tower, Harry spoke the password, shuffling his tired body through the portal, holding the young teen close to his body. Settling the blonde onto the couch, Harry bolted to his godparents room, wildly pounding on the hard oaken door.

Sirius hurriedly pulled on the door, catching the frantic boy as he fell forward."What's wrong, pup?" asked the animagus, helping his godson stand upright.

"I raped Malfoy!" Harry panted, fear shining through his expressive green eyes. Sirius took a step back, his face paling.

"Where is he?" came Remus's voice from within the chamber. The werewolf appeared a moment later, tying a robe around his slim waist, placing his wand in a pocket.

"In here." Harry said, leading the two adults into the common room.

Remus knelt beside the still figure, feeling the clammy forehead, before his fingers took hold of the robe thrown over the boy. Hissing in pain, the werewolf back up, looking up at his mate and godson."The cloak is laced with silver."

Sirius stepped forward, removing the offending garment from his cousin's body, throwing the dark clothing over the opposing couch. Remus nodded his thanks, his eyes roaming the naked, ashen form, his amber orbs falling on the pale boy's bruises, looking only slightly surprised to see the blood that was still flowing from the young boy's fragile body.

Turing the werewolf sighed, his eyes sad as he looked at his godson."I can's fix this," Remus said, "I need you two to firecall Snape and Poppy."

Harry shook his head frantically, his eyes widening in fright, at the thought of an angry Snape."Harry, I know, but we need him," said Remus, gently taking Harry's tan hand in his own,"Draco needs him."

Harry looked at Sirius, pleadingly, hoping that his godfather would talk sense into his mate. "No Harry," whispered Sirius, gently cupping his godson's cheek, pulling the teen's head forward so that their foreheads touched."Draco's hurting Harry, he needs Severus to take care of him, to hold his hand, just like Remus and I would hold yours if this happened to you."

Harry whimpered, nodding his head, as his godparents, headed towards the fireplace.

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Noises echoed around him, clasping him in muffled voices, hurting his dulled senses. Groaning, he tried to roll over, finding that as he moved the warmth that surrounded him did not, making his fuzzy mind confused. The voices stopped, casting him into blissful dark, silence.

"Draco." said a voice, gently caressing his hair.

Draco moaned, snuggling closer to the warmth and love that radiated off this figure. A dark chuckle sounded next to him, sounding like chocolate and red wine, decadent and rich, familiar and not all at once.

"Draco, I need you to wake up for me." whispered the voice, tickling his ear.

Draco groaned again, trying to open his eyes to see the owner of the voice, to snuggle closer as his memories began to press in upon him, to hide as the pain returned to his body. Struggling, Draco opened his dark eyes, looking up into the unreadable orbs of his godfather.

Severus looked at the boy, feeling his body relax as it had only moments ago against him. Draco trusted him, loved him, and knew him, and in surroundings like this that was all either of them had.

"Severus." Draco sobbed, curling his small body into the fetal position, making his body bend around the potionsmaster.

Severus shut his eyes, almost as if in pain, as the pale haired boy let out another heart-wrenching, sob, the dark man's heart constricting painfully. Gently shushing the blonde, Severus pulled the child into his arms, allowing this show of weakness, if only to comfort the hurting boy. "What is it Draco?" asked the older man, rubbing the small back, feeling the diminiative body of his godson tremble in his grasp.

"Hurts." was all the teen could say.

Severus felt his mask threaten to crumble at the boy's words. Not just any boy either, his boy, his godson, his baby. Someone had hurt his baby, and the pain that he felt at those simple words made the dark wizard shake with barely contained anger."I know, Draco," said Severus, holding the blonde tighter,"I know. I'll make it better, I promise you." he whispered fiercely.

Draco nodded, holding tightly on to those dark robes, grasping the fabric in his hands as though he could make pain go away.

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Madame Pomphrey sighed, sitting back in one of her office chairs as she looked at the three Gryffindors, her dark eyes taking in the looks of worry and fear. Shifting slightly, she beckoned them into the room, motioning them to seat themselves on the chairs in front of her desk.

"Now, tell me exactly what happened." said the medi-witch. It hadn't been a question.

Remus looked at the woman, his brilliant golden eyes shifting back to his cub. "Harry, do you remember what happened?" asked the werewolf, gently, taking the boys hand in his own.

Harry shook his head, the dark locks of his hair flying around his face, his dark green eyes deep in thought. "I only remember...waking up..um..in." he stopped, red tinging his dark tanned skin in embarassment.

Sirius managed a smile."Don't worry about it, just tell Poppy all that you remember, and then you can go back to bed, and this will be all smoothed out in no time." Sirius said, his blue eyes somber.

"Don't count on it." came a cold voice from the door.

Turning quickly the Gryfinddors looked into the cold, dark eyes of Severus Snape.