Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter
A/N Think of this as my Christmas present to readers. It's only half beta'd because my Beta is gone on Holidays right now. I'm very tired right now so if at the end my attempt to look things over is worsened... please don't kill me. To answer some things: Harry will be getting his memories back slowly, it will take time so be patient, even if half the time you want to strangle him xD And thank you for the Room of Requirement suggestion Aura and Ruby, I think I will be using it! Silverness I think you nailed it, Zabini did want to do more to Draco then just kill him, I apologize for doing this Draco. Death By Failure, this is so you do not suffer anymore :P I tried to make the ending more to rules but I doubt I succeeded.If it doesn't make sense I had to cut out bits but there's a link in my profile to look at to read it fully intact. It doesn't matter that much, you can get the main idea from it still... (I think, Sorry!) I'm needing to sleep really, really soon. So Merry Christmas and goodnight!
Warnings: Rape Scene (It's because me and my story consultant Silvas like it!) I yet again offer my apologize for my inability to write sex scenes of any sort. (It was decided last minute, why there are no warnings before this)
Dinner was something the same as usual; only two people were missing form the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy, people didn't mind in the slightest that he was absent, and Harry Potter. Now the fact that Harry Potter was missing offended some people, such as Ron Weasley.
"Hermione, where the hell is Harry? He was acting weird all day and now he doesn't show up for dinner," Ron asked Hermione, glaring at the empty seat beside him that Harry usually occupied.
Hermione gave the seat one glance before smiling. "He's probably being forced into detention, Ron, he picked another fight with Malfoy, remember?" She then went back to eyeing the Ravenclaw table and muttering something under her breath.
Ron saw the light and grinned, knowing detention was the only thing that would distract Harry; it was probably being served with Snape. Ron didn't envy him for being distracted. 'I guess I can let today go,' Ron thought to himself.
While Ron set his mind at ease, Harry and Malfoy were once again in the kitchens eating together silently. Malfoy looked like he was calming down, as if he'd been on his toes all day trying to dodge mad runespoors.
"Alright there, Malfoy?" Harry asked, Malfoy looking up with a fading panic set in his grey eyes.
"I'll be fine," Malfoy responded curtly, eating more of his chicken slowly. It was as if Malfoy was savouring the last meal he would ever have. Harry watched his movements; a little concerned because of the limp Malfoy had walked in with.
Harry didn't attempt to make more conversation after that, and Malfoy didn't seem to want to invite conversation either. The silence between them wasn't broken until the kitchen door opened, to reveal a stern and annoyed Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Potter, Mr Malfoy, why do you feel you do not have to grace the Great Hall with your presence tonight?" she said authoritatively.
Harry and Malfoy shared equal sheepish glances, breaking away some of the strain in the air between them. Harry responded to her question. "Professor, we came here to try and communicate…" Well, it had started off strongly, but ended up trailing off as Harry couldn't think of anything to back it up.
"Well as lovely as it is knowing you and Mr. Malfoy are trying to get along, you both have a detention tonight and I came here to inform you where it will be." McGonagall was about to continue when a house elf came up to her and asked her what she wanted, looking horrified she'd been there for one minute and hadn't been served right away.
"Not right now, Twinks, not right now!" the professor ordered, looking sternly at the two boys in front of her. "I expect you to both be in the third corridor in thirty minutes. If not, you can be sure to get a worse punishment then cleaning up after some prankster."
The eager to please house elf would not stop pulling at McGonagall's robes so she finally caved in and exclaimed, "Oh alright, Twinks! Get me some tea if you must!" The house elf then zipped off, looking as if the sun had just shone out of the professor's arse.
"Well, Malfoy, I will see you in thirty minutes," Harry said, putting down the fork he'd just been using to mangle his chicken. Malfoy looked up at Harry, slightly alarmed.
"Fine, Potter, see you in thirty minutes," was the only reply Harry got from Malfoy. Harry walked up from the kitchens to the third corridor to view what he was about to clean up and boy was it a mess.
"Well isn't this just perfect… looks like something Fred and George would have pulled sometime in their lives… just wonderful," Harry said to himself scathingly as he calculated how much work it was going to be to clean the mess up.
The hallway was littered with dark red glitter, the ones that stuck to your clothes and no matter what you tried they didn't come off for at least twenty hours, and dungbombs, giving the worst reek to ever grace this hallway in the past month.
Harry glanced over the work he had to do and partially wanted to blame Malfoy for this, but had a feeling it wasn't Malfoy who'd gotten them stuck in this mess. It only made him feel worse.
Draco walked at a calm pace, feeling somewhat grounded finally. An afternoon of being taunted and harassed by Zabini had left him trembling inside until his quiet supper with Harry had soothed his uneasy nerves.
He'd planned on skipping the detention, wasn't like it mattered. He never showed up for his detentions anymore; what was missing another one to him?
"Hello, Malfoy, it seems I found you," Zabini said from the shadows, stepping into the light from a corner. Draco paused in his steps, wondering when he'd learn to stop feeling calm at school.
Draco wasn't so sure he wanted to skip detention now, with Zabini's dark eyes fixated on him. Zabini stepped closer to him, and he backed up again. He wasn't so sure why Zabini scared him, but any sensible person would run the other way with that stare looking directly at them.
Zabini took another few steps closer to Draco, smiling at him maliciously. "You know, I could snap your fingers in two, I could twist your knee calves around, I could strangle you to death… Think that sounds reasonable for a Death Eater like yourself, Malfoy?" Zabini asked him.
Draco was horrified. He wanted to run and go to his detention, because at least then he'd be able to find help if Zabini got closer to him. "I'm…" Draco said weakly. Draco didn't bother wondering why this was happening; all he cared about was escaping.
"I'm? What, no protests? Should I tell Dumbledore that you confessed to it then? I think I should have some fun though, pay you back for those things you did to me.." Zabini practically snarled out. 'What the hell did I do to you?' Draco's mind snapped back, but Draco's mouth wouldn't open so he could retort back to the dark haired boy.
"I…" Draco once again tried to say.
"I what? Fuck you, Malfoy; can't even say a goddamn thing to me, can you? You pathetic fuck," Zabini raged, and got too close to Draco, almost an arm's reach away from the blond.
Draco stared into Zabini's angry face and he shook slightly from the sheer force of hatred he saw there. 'I have to get out of here!' Draco's mind yelled at him, but Draco stood rooted to the spot.
"N…" The word 'no' tried to come up but didn't quite make it.
Once Zabini's hand closed around his sleeve, though, Draco found his muscles. Draco was off, speeding away from Zabini up the stairs towards the third corridor. Zabini jerked back when Malfoy got away from him, watching the back of his blond head whipping away.
"You can't run forever, Malfoy. You'll get what sick fucks like you deserve," he seethed, scuffing his feet on the ground before returning to the shadows of the dungeon's corridors.
Draco arrived in the third corridor trying to catch his breath. He could hardly explain the adrenaline pumping through his body or the concerned look Harry sent his way. Draco didn't bother to fix his wild hair, letting it stick out at odd ends.
'I don't have a goddamn clue where I'm going to hide tonight… I'm going to die before the night is over,' Draco kept thinking in his head over and over. He was near hysterics until he realized the mess he was expected to clean up.
He stared at the floor and walls in shock, momentarily forgetting his distressed state. "What's wrong, Malfoy?"
Draco looked at Harry and though he wanted to offer the other a smile, it came out more as a sneer. "What?" Harry asked again, looking at Draco with that damn look he'd used to look at him with. Harry would always use it when he thought Draco was acting strange.
"I just… got in trouble," Draco offered, taking out his wand to banish away the glitter.
Harry looked like he was about to ask Draco more questions but Professor McGonagall showing up effectively silenced him. Draco wasn't sure if he was thankful of that or not. He did want Harry to notice him, right?
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for finally gracing your detentions with your presence. Hand me your wands," she told them, holding out her hand when Filch appeared with a pair of buckets and muggle rubber gloves.
The buckets were dropped in a dramatic way to the floor, water splashing up the sides. "Thank you, Argus," McGonagall said to Filch, who grunted and glared at Harry, still sensitive about his cat Harry had singed in one of their fights during Christmas break.
Harry handed her his wand without a fight but Draco was less relenting. "You expect us to wash this corridor with buckets? Are you mad?" Draco asked, believing she was. That red glitter was not going to come off with water; it would come off to stick all over the two boys, though!
Harry snorted as he kept his laughter in, looking falsely serious when the professor sent him a condescending look. "I am not mad, Mr. Malfoy, merely making up for the long over due detentions you've accumulated over the past month."
Harry was curious about this. Twice McGonagall referred to Malfoy skipping detention. He had to ask the boy about it once she left. "I'll leave you to it," McGonagall said, looking satisfied as she walked away.
Draco muttered under his breath. "I shouldn't have let Zabini scare me. Maybe McGonagall sent him…"
"What about Zabini?" Harry asked, wanting to find out what was going on in the blond's head. Malfoy looked up, once again startled. "Is he still causing you trouble?"
Draco shrugged, and nodded. "He is." Draco went to pick a bucket up after his simple response, wishing to leave the topic where it stood: not talked about. "Let's get going, Potter; I want to go to bed sometime tonight."
Harry picked up the first pair of rubber gloves and put them on, smiling at Draco. "We'll never get the red sparkles off," he said, and Draco knew he was right.
"Let's just use the air freshener first, I can't stand this smell anymore," Draco said, reminding Harry of how bad the smell he'd sadly grown accustomed to was. Harry looked back on the floor to check if there was an air freshener.
They spotted some lying on the floor behind the white buckets. Harry picked it up first and squirted a few test tries around. The smell of fresh spring flowers soon filled the air around them.
"Thank Merlin, keep spraying the stuff Potter!" Draco said after breathing in and out deeply.
"Who said you could boss me around?" Harry asked, spraying it around the corridor still.
"I'm not; you're just the one with the bottle. Unless you want to give it to me?" Draco suggested, and Harry just cursed under his breath as he sprayed more and walked further down the corridor, Draco at his side.
Draco was still there because he partly felt safer near another wizard. He wasn't safe, he knew, and tonight was going to be worse then meeting Voldemort if Zabini found him. That he was sure of.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry grumbled. Draco just gave him a small smile.
Draco tried prying the red glitters off of his robes but they did not budge. Harry was glaring at his sparkle-covered body. "Once I find the prat who did this…" Harry threatened and growled as he kept attempting to swipe them off.
It wasn't until two hours later that they got the last sparkles scraped off. It had pained them greatly to get the sparkles off the wall and dumped into the buckets. With aching muscles Draco stood up and winced as his back protested when it was straightened.
Draco shrugged, giving up the fight to rid himself of the sparkles. Right now he was thankful for not having to crouch down uncomfortably anymore. The only job the two boys had to do now was wait for McGonagall to reappear with their wands so they could leave detention and go to sleep. "At least you get to go back to your dorm," Draco whispered in an annoyed tone.
"What was that?" Harry asked Draco, looking at him with outrage.
"Nothing," Draco diverted.
"You said you can't go back to your dorm. Did the Slytherins kick you out or something? And none of that 'or something' crap," Harry persisted, reminding Draco of the last time he'd given an indirect answer to Harry. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry.
'Do you always have to be the damn hero?' Draco asked inwardly. "Yes, okay they kicked me out! Now let it be," Draco defended.
This was when McGonagall decided to show up with their wands in her right hand. She took one look at them up and down while shaking her head. The buckets were filled with red sparkles and murky looking water from Harry and Draco's hard work.
"Good enough, boys. Now get cleaned up and go back to your dorms," she said, handing them their wands. Harry took it and preformed a quick cleaning spell, Draco taking his and performing the spell on his own robes.
"Good night, boys," the professor said as they started to walk away from the buckets, Harry still trying in vain to swipe the sparkles off. Muttering goodnights, they left the third corridor.
Harry and Draco started to walk down the corridor and out of the hearing range of the professor. Once they were on a staircase, Harry grabbed Draco and shoved him into a wall near a painting of a Roman warrior.
"What do you mean they kicked you out of your own dorm?" Harry hissed. Draco glared back at him wishing he could hate Harry for being concerned about him. He knew Harry did not remember their relationship (supposedly) so why did he bother with Draco now?
If Draco were Harry he'd go on being the ass he'd been last year. If he'd forgotten the last year of his life… Of course, sadly, that wasn't going to happen. "They kicked me out of their dorm okay! It's not my dorm anymore, or have you forgotten?" Draco seethed.
Harry growled and raised a hand to punch Draco. "Of course I've forgotten! I can't remember a damn thin—eh—ing…" Harry snapped out before seeing a flash of the blond he was about to punch moaning in passion.
Harry let go of Malfoy quickly and looked at the boy with horror filling his eyes. "You're doing it again!" he accused. Malfoy stared at him clearly thinking he'd gone insane.
"I'm not doing anything, Potter. I think you've finally lost it," he said sincerely. Harry frowned and shook his head. He was trying to get over the shock of seeing that and wondered what it could have been.
"You're not doing anything?" Harry said in a half whine.
"I'm not doing a damn thing, Potter, except wondering where I'm going to sleep and hide from Za—I mean from the Slytherins. I've been threatened with death this time if I go back," Draco said, hoping he masked how much Zabini had scared him.
Harry thought for a moment. "We could go to the Room of Requirement. I mean, we can lock it up so no one can get in. You would be pretty safe there," Harry offered.
Draco wanted to look either ecstatic over the moon or horrified beyond the veil. His expression came out with his eyes lighting up but his mouth turning as if he was pained in some way. "I mean, I don't have to come with you," Harry said when he saw Draco looking upset.
"No!" Draco exclaimed, trying to figure out what to feel. He decided on aiming for 'grateful.' "I would… want you to come. As long as it doesn't go out of that room okay? I don't want more people trying to kill me because I've corrupted the 'Chosen One,'" Draco said.
'That's not all I wanted to say,' he thought but his mind shouted out at him, 'He'd think you were crazy if you said anything! Or he'd laugh at you and tell you he's been leading you on again.' He told himself to shut up so he could stop worrying for just this one damn night.
Harry chuckled and nodded. "Nothing goes out of the Room of Requirement. I promise," he said sincerely. 'Damn you,' Draco thought, wishing the boy in front of him was less attractive and wishing he'd never noticed how attractive Harry was in the first place.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand and led him to the Room of Requirement. Not that Draco needed to be led there since he and Harry had gone there plenty of times before, but he let Harry keep his clueless appearance.
Harry paced in front of the wall three times, thinking about a comfortable room that they could each sleep in for a night. He thought of a white couch, where he planned to sleep, and a dark green bed for Draco to sleep on.
Draco seemed to need a good sleep and Harry thought he deserved it no matter how stupid and immature Draco had acted towards Harry in the past. After the last step Harry took on the third pass, the door appeared.
Harry took the doorknob looking back at Draco who stared blankly back at him. Harry didn't know what Draco was thinking but he opened the door just the same and smiled in satisfaction.
They walked into the room and Draco let out a small gasp, running onto the bed and hugging the green pillows tightly. Harry laughed, thinking Draco was just happy to see a warm bed. He realized, though, that Draco was… sobbing?
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, alarmed at how the blond was acting.
A muffled response came out of the pillow Draco was burying his face in. Harry walked up to the bed, sitting down beside Draco. He was unsure what to do other then to say, "Sorry, didn't catch that," with an awkward smile on his lips.
Draco lifted his head and stared Harry down, blond hair falling over his face like a shield. "Do you remember? Are you just pretending? What the hell do you want from me?" Draco cried out.
Draco highly doubted Harry could forget the past year and still manage to remember what the room they'd used for their liaisons for months looked like, and that only made him want to murder Harry for leading him on again. This was the room where Harry had taken Draco time and time again, making him scream out 'Harry' till his voice was hoarse. This was the one room Draco thought Harry forgot.
Although Harry was looking so innocently confused Draco had to think that perhaps, perhaps, Harry hadn't intentionally made the room look the way it did. He didn't have an explanation on why Harry had chosen to think of this room but he had a feeling this room was created with no thoughts of sex or intentions to hurt him. If only he could be free from his feelings, this wouldn't have to matter at all, not one stinking goddamn minute.
Harry tried to find a line of thought that made sense. Something had happened between him and Malfoy, Harry was sure of that. Yet to think about what it was made Harry feel sick trying to pry into his locked memories. 'Why can't I see it? What happened? Please, just tell me what it is,' Harry pleaded to his subconscious, but it didn't reply.
"I.. don't want anything from you, Malfoy. I just wanted to help. Can't I help?" Harry asked. Draco gave a small whimper, shrugged his shoulders, and nodded. Harry wanted to say something more to console Draco but he really could not since he did not know what was upsetting the boy.
"You can help," Draco whispered and lay down on the bed closing his eyes. "Potter, forget what I said," Draco said, thinking to add 'it's just my nerves' but he didn't want to explain or talk to Harry right now. Harry's presence was becoming annoying because Harry wasn't acting at all like he used to.
He couldn't explain it but without his memories Harry was a phantom of himself, if that could even made sense; but right now that was all Draco could see. Harry was a shadow, not in personality, but in knowledge. It annoyed him because someone who couldn't remember his own lover could only hurt that lover or, in this case, him.
Harry nodded and headed to the couch on the other side of the room. Draco was thankful for that. Draco hoped he could sleep well tonight with Harry's heavy breathing soothing him from across the room. He could almost feel Harry's warmth near him like it used to be when Harry slept beside him on the very same bed Draco was lying on.
Harry woke up around five in the morning to find Draco had already left the room. Checking the unmade bed he could still feel warmth radiating from the sheets.
Harry headed out of the room and up to his own dormitory wanting to get a fresh set of clothes. He'd slept in his robes from yesterday and didn't want to wear the same ones today.
Harry hoped he'd been able to help Draco. He also hoped he'd given Draco a place to go to sleep peacefully from now on if he was going to be kicked out of the Slytherin dorms for the rest of the year. "Where have you been?" the Fat Lady's portrait squawked, glaring down at him. "I thought you were done and over with your sneaking about until morning!"
"Shut up and let me in. Hogs fly," Harry grumbled, not really clueing in to what the Fat Lady had said.
Draco sighed and was glad he'd gotten out of the room without Harry waking up. He didn't want to go to the kitchens just yet. Draco was surprised that even though Harry had annoyed him last night he was still eager to have another meal with the boy… even if it was in total silence.
So he'd gone to the tower. He was quite glad to sit and watch the sun start to rise, the cold stone chilled him a bit, but it was bearable. He'd slept relatively well without any disturbances or nightmares but he wanted to listen to absolute silence right now. Silence only the early morning could offer.
"Well, well. I finally found you."
Draco jolted up shakily to his feet and spun around, staring at Zabini as he came onto the balcony slowly. His strides were confident and Draco realized Zabini was going to do something very painful. He could tell by the hateful expression on Zabini's face.
Draco wanted to run but soon found himself cornered. "Try to run, Malfoy. Make it interesting," Zabini said glaring at Draco with hatred. Draco attempted to zip past Blaise and get down the stairs but Zabini was faster then he estimated.
Zabini grabbed Draco's arm and twisted. "AHH!" Draco screamed, trying to swerve his body around to straighten his arm in Zabini's grip. Draco looked up into Zabini's face and Zabini smiled cruelly down at him.
"I'm disappointed. I thought you'd actually make it," Zabini said sarcastically, punching Draco in the gut. Tears came out of Draco's eyes and Zabini took advantage of Draco being in a rather helpless state after he fell down onto the floor.
Climbing on top of Draco, Zabini punched him in the face again. Pain split through Draco's face and more tears spilled down his cheeks. Leaning down Zabini stuck his face into Draco's, grinning as he straddled Draco tightly with his legs. "I'll make sure to make this as unpleasant as I can, Malfoy."
With another punch to Draco's gut Zabini whispered a binding spell that tied Draco's hands behind his back. Draco didn't try to stop his hands from being bound; figuring he would survive a beating like he'd survived any other.
Draco closed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he waited for more punches and broken bones to come his way. His eyes opened and widened when he felt his robes being lifted up off his torso and his pants being ripped open. 'Pants? My pants? Rape, is he going to rape me? WHY!' Draco thought franticly, finally trying to retaliate by squirming under Zabini.
Zabini only laughed at Draco's antics and Draco knew he'd realized Zabini's true intentions too late. Draco's pants and boxers were pulled down roughly around his ankles. Zabini then grabbed Draco's sides ferociously with his hands and flipped Draco over onto his stomach. "W—Why?" Draco whispered as his face was shoved into stone.
Zabini stopped and smacked Draco's ass extremely hard. Draco screamed again, pain now shooting around his bottom. "Why? Simple, really. A Death Eater only deserves this, got that you worthless fuck?" After Zabini said that Draco heard a zipper being pulled down and the rustling of clothes being taken off.
These weren't noises Draco was unfamiliar with, but in this position, being forced and unprepared, Draco knew he was going to wish he'd killed himself when he'd gotten the chance. Draco started to sob when he finally knew that he wasn't going to get away from Zabini.
"Please, I'm not… I'm not… Please," Draco cried, wanting Zabini to forget the hate he obviously held for Draco. "I'll do whatever… Just please," he pleaded again. Zabini ignored him and slapped his ass again, harder, if that was possible.
"Shut up, Malfoy, I don't care!" Zabini growled. Zabini grabbed Draco's hips, setting Draco on his knees and elbows quickly and harshly. Draco squirmed more and started to move forward with his elbows, blunderingly towards the balcony railings. Draco thought he might be able to get away if he started to kick his legs up at Zabini and kick him off.
Draco tried but his pants fucked it up, restraining him by clinging to his legs. Draco whimpered loudly and Zabini kicked his legs painfully. "Don't even think of it, Malfoy." Draco was still crying softly until Zabini grabbed his hips and forced Draco in the submissive position on his hands and knees again.
Zabini fucked Draco ruthlessly and Draco was screaming his lungs out. "NO!" Draco protested, knowing already that it was useless.
It burned and all Draco could think about was that he had to stay still and loosen up. "A good little fucking slut aren't you?" Zabini growled out.
Draco screamed louder until his throat started to hurt and he kept on screaming. Zabini was getting pissed off with his screaming so he grabbed Draco by his hair and leaned over him. "Hurts, doesn't it?" he asked, licking the side of Draco's cheek.
Draco sobbed some more, unable to answer the demanding boy who was doing this to him for fear. "Answer me!" Zabini snapped, pulling Draco's head back sharply by his hair. Draco groaned and nodded.
"I—it hu—rtr—ssss," he hissed when he felt something tear inside from the abuse he was receiving. 'Why, I didn't do anything…' Draco cried inside his head unable to use his voice, as his vocal chords were hurting from the screaming. Zabini had Draco's hips in an iron grip now and was clearly enjoying himself.
'I can't take any pleasure from that… hurts… ooh it hurts so much,' Draco thought, ignoring Zabini's pants above him.
"Sto—op," Draco pleaded one last time, before he was pushed to a painful climax. Why he still bothered now, though, was beyond his knowledge.
Draco eventually climaxed but Zabini kept on thrusting. Zabini let go of Draco when he found completion and Draco crumpled to the floor in a mess.
Sobbing on the balcony, Draco huddled in a tight ball as Zabini got up and tucked himself in. Once Zabini stood up straight he looked back at the pathetic quivering mass that was Draco Malfoy.
Smirking in satisfaction Zabini left with one last spearing comment, "Thank you for letting me have you free." Draco closed his eyes tightly and cried there on the floor, not wanting to move because of the pain and humiliation he had just gone through.
Review please! I'm sorry for the last scene.. I realize it might totally ruin it because I'm so tired right now and attempting to follow the rules.
I would like to thank Death By Failure, Clementine Malfoy, ruby-sama aura-chan the neko-jin's yami, UK All The Way, jhaylin, sarah, sinsoftheflesh98, Silverness, Midnight-Sunset, Helewisetran, chaeli-meep. For your wonderful reviews, I enjoyed reading them all and I'll enjoy reading more:)