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Warning: Rape
Trade Mistakes: Chapter 7
Draco gave a raspy cough, wincing at the pain in his throat. He turned to scratch his nose against shoulder and whimpered at his broken nose. His leg twitched against the restraints as a rat nibbled at his knee. His whole body shook from time to time from the remains of the curses his father had been throwing at him for weeks.
Draco wasn't sure how long he had been there, but he was starting to lose hope. He'd never been in so much pain before and the fact that he hadn't gone mad yet was probably a miracle. Draco had always been a thin man, but now his father was only feeding him once every two days. The lack of food was making him weak and Draco wasn't sure how much longer he could survive his father's torture. He had just closed his eyes in a pathetic attempt to at sleep when he heard a loud pop.
The restraints from his hand were removed and he was allowed to sit up. Pompy, his father's most loyal house elf, stared at him with wide eyes. With a snap of his long fingers, a bowl of broth appeared in his hands. Pompy handed the bowl off to Draco and watched as the blonde boy drank the broth down as fast as his shrinking stomach would allow. As soon as it was empty, the bowl was ripped from his hands and his wrists were bound to the table again.
"Master be telling Pompy to inform Draco that he will be down to see Draco soon. Master says to be prepared." With that, Pompy snapped his long fingers again and disappeared with a pop. Draco began taking quick shallow breaths as the panic took hold of him. He chocked slightly, vomiting a bit of the broth he had been able to drink. He closed his eyes, knowing he'd never be able to fall asleep with the thought of his father coming for him soon.
"Ah! Mr. Potter, there you are! I had feared you had chickened out as the muggles say!" Madame Pomfrey said, clapping her hands together as Harry shifted from one foot to the other, trying in vain to keep from putting a hand over his baby bump.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry I'm late," he said, lowering his eyes.
"Yes well, you're here now. Be a dear and change into that gown on the bed. I'll be there soon." Harry sighed but pulled the curtains around his bed as he went. He slowly pulled off his too tight pants and pulled on the gown which really did nothing to cover him in Harry's opinion. He lowered himself onto the bed and stared at his hands, waiting for the nurse to return.
"Let's begin, Mr. Potter," Poppy said in a surprisingly rare gentle voice. She sat a rather thick chart down on the bedside table. Harry smirked at the thickness of his chart, knowing he had been at the Hospital Wing far too many times in his seven years here. The stern nurse went through the processes of taking his vitals and with a flick of her wand the were recorded in the chart. She placed a white sheet over his legs and then placed a hand on his skinny shoulder. "Lean back, Mr. Potter, please."
Harry did as he was asked, closing his eyes momentarily. He heard the sound of metal on metal and flinched slightly at the sound. When he opened his eyes there were stirrups protruding from the end of the bed.
"I can tell you right now that you won't like this, Mr. Potter. But I need to you to put your heels in the stirrups and slide so your bottom is just hanging off the bed." Harry sat up fast, his eyes wide.
"What? Why?" He said, pulling the sheet tight over his legs. Madame Pomfrey sighed, summoning a stool close to Harry's bed.
"Potter, I know this is all a lot for you to take in. But I need to examine you and make sure everything is happening normally. This also means I need to examine where the birth canal will be. While it is not complete yet, at this stage in your pregnancy there should be a start. Now, lay back and let me finish, Potter, or I will call Professor Snape to assist." Harry closed his eyes, his cheeks turning tomato red as he nodded his head.
He laid back on the bed, fitting the heels of his feet into the stirrups and adjusting himself as the nurse had suggested. For the first time he was glad no one had had the time to attend this appointment with him because he had never been so humiliated. He kept his eyes closed, taking deep breathes in his nose and out his mouth. He could hear Poppy banging around at the end of the bed. Finally, a cold hand gripped his leg close to his knee and another hand began probing his nether regions. Harry let out a gasp and immediately tensed up.
"You're okay, Potter," Madame Pomfrey whispered as she continued to work. "Just take a deep breath, you're fine. The beginning of the canal has formed, just as it should. There doesn't seem to be any damage from your intercourse with Mr. Malfoy." Her cold fingers moved upwards, poking around his protruding stomach. "The baby is sitting right in the magical uterus like it should. Good, good. You can lower your legs, Potter and lay back on the bed normally."
Harry let out a shuttering breath and did as he was asked. The nurse pulled his gown up, keeping his legs and private parts covered. "I'm just going to use a light spell to check on the baby now, Potter. It won't harm it, I promise."
Harry closed his eyes as a yellow light outlined his stomach and passed through him. Suddenly, a wave like sound could be heard throughout the room and Harry's eyes flew open. A small image was projected above his stomach and there was his baby. The small child's steady heartbeat filled the air as Poppy smiled and began pointing out the developing limbs.
"It's…It's so little," Harry whispered, his eyes filling with tear.
"Yes, Potter. That's why little one has to stay inside you for a while longer. But everything looks healthy. It's a bit early, but I may be able to tell you the sex if you would like to know.'
"No!" Harry yelled quickly, sitting up and causing the spell the fail. "I mean, not right now, no. I want to wait for…I want to wait for a different time," he finished lamely. Madame Pomfrey gave him a sad smile as she nodded, knowing that he wanted to wait for Draco.
"Well Mr. Potter, everything looks good. Your morning sickness has mostly stopped, correct?" The Boy-Who-Lived nodded as the nurse cleaned her supplies up. "You might experience a wide range of symptoms now: increased sexual frustrations, weird food cravings, mood swings. Just know that these are all perfectly normal." Harry nodded, gathering up the sheet around him as he moved to go change. Just as he slipped behind the curtain, Poppy called out to him again.
"Harry?" She called, shocking the boy as she called his first name. "If you need anything, you can always come to me. You know that, right?" Harry gave her a small smile and a nod.
Harry stumbled into the Room of Requirements, pulling off his robes as he went. He gave a small smile at the big bed in the corner and slowly made his way over to it, kicking his shoes off as he went. He had just flopped carelessly onto when he heard a low chuckle from close by. Harry's eyes flew open to see Blaise Zabini leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Long day, Preggo?" He asked with a smirk. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's best friend but let his head fall back onto the bed.
"You have no idea, Ass Hole," He said in a quiet voice back. Blaise chuckled again before moving to perch on the edge of the bed.
"Wanna talk about it?" The dark skinned boy asked, toeing off his shoes and laying back with his hands clasped behind his head.
"You know, when Poppy said 'increased sexual frustrations' I thought she was being stupid. But right now? Right now I want to fucking rip my hair out. That or I'm going to jump the next thing that moves."
"Right, so I should stay still, right?" Blaise asked, causing Harry to snort in amusement.
"You know how Roger Davies came back to be the Runes Professor? Somehow Hermione talked me into taking Runes and Davies decides he wants to wear Muggle cloths to teach in today. I thought I was going to die the entire class. And he just smiles at me. Do you know what it's like to walk around with a permanent hard-on?"
"I have a feeling it's horrible?" Blaise asked, a small smirk on his face.
"God you don't even understand." Harry was quiet for the longest time before letting out a long sigh. "I love Draco, you know that, right? I love him so much and I would do anything to have him back right now. It doesn't seem right doing this without him. Poppy asked me the other day if I wanted to know the sex of the baby and I panicked. I mean, yeah, I want to know. But I don't want to know without Draco being there to celebrate with me." Blaise sighed, throwing one of his arms around Harry's shoulders.
"I get it. He's your boyfriend. The father of baby Potter that's growing in that stomach that's not so small anymore." Harry huffed, smacking Blaise's chest in mock offense. "He should be here. I know he wants to be here. They're still looking for him, Harry. Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin; they aren't going to just give up on him. You can't give up on him too."
"I feel so horrible because all I can think of is finding some random bloke to make this feeling go away. To make it so I don't feel like I'm going to explode all the time. What kind of person does that make me? Draco could be dead and I'm thinking of just picking some guy out of the great hall just so I don't have permanent blue balls."
And then Harry was crying. He cried harder than he had since Draco disappeared or since he found out about the baby. He cried so hard, his whole body hurt as he shook with sobs. Blaise hugged him close, telling him over and over that everything was going to be okay. Finally he calmed down, his face still half buried in Blaise's chest. He hic-upped and Blaise laughed slightly.
"Everything's going to be okay, Harry. And I know you don't want to betray Draco. But, you know, if you ever need me I'm here to help out with that or anything else. I'm sure Draco would understand. And then he'll kick my ass when he gets home. It'll be worth it, though, to keep you from tugging that pretty little hair of yours out or jumping Davies in the middle of class." Harry laughed quietly. He soon fell asleep, exhausted from crying his eyes out.
The light flickered on as Draco heard the bricks move down the hall. His cell door slid open and soon Lucius Malfoy stood in front of him with an insane smirk on his face.
"Draco! Darling! How are you my dear?" he asked, clapping his slim hands together. Draco whimpered, pulling at the restraints. Lucius moved forward, tying the gag around his son's mouth again. Draco whimpered again, trying to struggle away from the man near him. Lucius grinned, undoing the restraints so he could flip his son over.
"I've been so lonely, you see, Draco. It has been so long since I've felt another human's touch." He ran his finger down Draco's spine that stuck out of his skin. "I have waited so long to do this."
Draco understood his father's town of voice and instantly started to struggle. His hands were tied up again as Lucius forced his sons legs apart. Draco heard the sound of the zipper and screamed against the gag.
'Oh my God,' Draco thought, his wrists being robbed raw as he pulled. 'Oh my God, no.'
Something hard pressed against Draco's entrance and he froze, closing in on himself. He let out a small whimper, closing his eyes as Lucius groaned and increased his thrusts. Draco whimpered again as he felt his body respond. He groaned, hating himself for enjoying it. The whole process didn't last long and soon Lucius is pulling out of his son and pulling his pants on.
"Crucio," Lucius growled, causing his son to scream out. With a grin he left the room, leaving Draco panting against the gag, sobbing until he finally fell asleep.
AN: I hope you liked it. Sorry for the long wait.