I is for Impersonate
AN: So...yeah. Like I said, the chapters might get a bit darker and this one is.
Disclaimer: Blah blah not mine.
Rating: M for attempted rape, forced oral, past rape.
Harry stood in the kitchen, water running over his hands as he washed the dishes he had used to make dinner. He glanced up at clock and smiled, realizing that his husband would be home soon. Their seventh year of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco realized they were interested in one another and started a dangerous rendezvous behind everyone's backs. They dated for 2 years, lived together for 5 and got married three years past. In his opinion, Harry had never been happier that he and Draco had put the past behind them and learned that they were meant for one another. But in the time that they'd been together, they'd only shagged a handful of times; and you could literally count it on one hand. It seemed that prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus curse could do quite a number of things, including a heavily decreased libido. Since Draco and Harry had both been captured and tortured by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, the Cruciatus had been used on them many, many times. Many mediwizards said it was a miracle they hadn't gone entirely insane. But as a result, among...other reasons, they just didn't feel the urge to do anything, not even small things like handjobs. Snogging was enough for them, so that's what they did most of the time.
Harry jumped as large hands rested on his hips from behind. "Dray, you startled me." Harry laughed, turning in his love's hands to face him. "Sorry about that Harry." Draco said, grinning to show he didn't regret it at all. "Prat." Harry snorted, flicking his hand against Draco's broad chest. Then he stood on his toes and kissed his much taller husband sweetly on the mouth. "Dinner's on the table love. What do you say we go ahead and eat?" Harry asked, smiling happily. "Sure." Draco mumbled, allowing Harry to take his hand and guide him to table. For about twenty minutes the two sat eating their dinner in silence. Finally Harry laid his fork down and sighed. "Draco? Is something wrong? Did something happen at work?" Harry asked, his eyes shining with worry. "No Harry, everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Draco asked tensely, also placing his fork down on his plate with a small clink. "You're very quiet. Normally you talk about your day or about the idiots at your office." Harry giggled a bit, rolling his eyes as he remembered some of the stories his husband shared with him. "They're not idiots!" Draco hissed and Harry flinched back. "Um . . . okay Draco. They're not idiots." Harry muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Harry went to stand behind Draco, placing his small hands on the broad shoulders. He began massaging them slowly, trying to work all the tension out of his husband's body. "You're so tense love. Do you want me to give you a massage?" Harry whispered, kissing Draco's ear. ". . . I can think of something better to do." Draco whispered seductively and Harry paused. "Um . . . what?" Harry asked, seeming to become more and more uncomfortable as time passed. Draco stood and grabbed Harry's arm roughly, half dragging him down the hall to their bedroom. Once there he threw Harry on the bed and descended upon him, hungrily devouring any flesh he could. Harry gasped and laid his palms flat against Draco's chest, trying to push him off. "Draco, Draco stop! What are you doing?" Harry cried, sounding almost hysterical as Draco unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down boxers and all. "What? I can't shag my husband?" Draco growled biting down on Harry's neck harshly. "B-but the Cruciatus!" Harry gasped, moaning in pain as Draco palmed his limp organ roughly. "Tch. I guess the effects wear off eventually." He muttered, then proceeded to straddle Harry's face. He unzipped his pants and pulled his leaking cock out just enough to wear it could be reached. "N-no Draco you know I can't-!" Harry sobbed but gagged as he was cut-off by Draco's large pulsing organ.
Draco groaned and started thrusting his hips harshly into Harry's mouth and partially down his throat. Harry gagged and choked, crying hysterically and kicking his legs trying to get free. " . . ." Harry screamed in his head, his non-stop mantra unheard by the man he loved who was brutally forcing himself on him. Harry shuddered, eyes rolling back in his head as a memory grabbed him and sunk its claws in. He was back in one of Voldemort's dungeons. There was very little light in his dank cell, bugs and mice were crawling all over the place. He was on his hands and knees, a Death Eater using his mouth and another behind him, both thrusting wildly. Harry whimpered as other Death Eaters in the room continuously smacked him, slapped him, kicked him. His hands were ripped from the ground and wrapped around two cocks, made to stroke roughly. He gagged as the Death Eater in front of him came into his mouth, shoving himself as far down as he could into his troat. When he moved away Harry barely had time to breath before another was in him. "Crucio." A cruel voice hissed and Harry screamed, writhing in pain from the curse Voldemort had hit him with. On and on the torture went with nameless, faceless Death Eaters though a few he recognized like Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. Then, Voldemort joined in and the torture was kicked up a level.
Harry was so lost in his daymare that he didn't even acknowledge Draco moving down and grasping his hips. He smiled and kissed Harry's cheek, the man's green eyes dulled and lifeless. Right before he moved though, the door flung open. "Levicorpus!" A voice snarled and Draco was thrown off Harry, hit his head on the ceiling then fell to the floor, slumped. "Harry." The voice called breathlessly and Harry felt the bed dip as someone climbed on. "Harry, Harry come on baby. Come back baby, I'm here. It's me, it's really me, come on Harry." Draco begged, stroking Harry's slack face. Draco felt so horrible. He had been working at the office late and just when he'd been about to leave, he'd been hit with a stunner and locked into a closet after someone had ripped a few of his hairs out. When he was finally found later by Ron Weasley, he had immedeatly rushed home with Weasley hot on his heels. He'd heard Harry screaming in their room and didn't even pause to wait before busting the door open. And now here they were, the impersonator knocked out, Weasley calling for reinforcements while making sure the man would stay down, and Draco trying to pull a unresponsive Harry back from the edge of insanity. Finally, a spark in Harry's eyes grew until realization was back.
"Dr- . . . Dray?" Harry whispered, wondering why his throat hurt so bad. "Harry! Har-bear I'm so sorry! It wasn't me, baby! He was polyjuiced. Are you hurt? Did he hit you or anything?" Draco asked, going a mile a minute. "Nn . . ." Harry coughed wakly, rolling over and into Draco's arms. Draco covered Harry with their bedsheet and lifted him into his lap. He stroked his hair and rocked him back and forth as realization dawned on Harry. He started shaking violently and started wailing into Draco's shoulder. He had been so scared, so terrified. To think that he could have ever thought that thing was his husband. That he had, once again, let someone touch what was Draco's, what belonged only to his husband. "Ssh, ssh, it's okay Harry. It's okay. Everything's going to be ok. I promise." Draco whispered, laying a small kiss to Harry's temple. Although he had never been tortured in the way Harry had, he knew every detail. Voldemort would force him to watch the pensive memories, hoping to break him and have him join the Death Eater ranks. And right when he had been ready to give in the Order swooped in and saved both him and Harry. Since then Draco had done all he could to make Harry confortable, to make him trust him. Now, it could all be lost. They stayed in one anothers arms as aurors poured into the room, totally oblivious to everyone around them. They were wrapped in their own world.