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Warning: This story contains yaoi, it means love between men. As much as drama and suffering, supernatural creatures and sex related scenes.
Summary: When seven years after the war, Draco Malfoy escapes from his cell in Azkaban, the ministry has no choice but to send his best Auror, Harry Potter, to capture him again. Between the walls of the world's toughest prison, Harry will discover not only the origin of the most terrifying creatures, but a love against time.
Dementor Kiss
Chapter 6- Warm
Harry, gently, took the little one in his arms, embracing him a little more firmly, seeking to comfort him with all his might. His conscience shouted he was to blame for the sobs, the trembling and the sudden fear. And Harry began to dread having really hurt him.
Under his hands, despite the softness of the tunic, he could feel sharp ribs under skin, a body so thin the auror thought that, embraced tighter, it may break as a porcelain ornament. Checking with his own hands how delicate the white dementor was, did nothing to alleviate the guilt he felt.
Something inside was crying out that he had to protect him.
Submerged in the hug, Draco, little, by little, started coming around. His nose sank gently in the shelter of Harrys chest, taking in his scent. The auror smelled of soap and sweat, and something powerfully masculine, that was, somehow, comforting. It gave him a feeling of warmth and security Draco had not really felt since being marked by the Dark Lord.
And for the first time since he was brought to Azkaban, he didn´t feel cold. Potter dissipated the freezing feeling with his mere presence, like his body was in flames within, as if under the skin he didn´t have meat, but fire.
The slytherin snuggled in the arms of the auror, letting himself be enveloped by the warmth. Feeling protected, safe from the horror he had had to suffer.
But…the little white began to shake again, the sobs returning slowly.
No longer hysterical, but weak and exhausted, filled with greater pain.
Harry hugged him a bit more tightly. He knew that kind of crying that seems broken inside. The one that came from the suffering of an injury, which, although closed, had leaved a scar so deep it would never totally disappear.
He knew it well, really so, because he had several identical scars. Sirius, Remus, so many loved ones killed in the war ... a pain he could never forget. And from experience he knew that there was very little that others could do to help. All he could do was hold him and wait. Make him feel that he was not alone. Not anymore.
Draco began to mourn again; I hurt all over. His body, his heart… even if he was already used to it, it hurt so much... The selfless embrace of Harry had awakened the feeling again. The pain, like a wound taken so long ago, that eventually you learn to live with it. You get used to its presence and its pain becomes bearable, although at first it was terrible. And so, when finally you get relief and lose the numbness, it's much more painful to return to it. He knew that if he ended in that hell again, now, after the warm comfort of Potter, he would go mad. Yet Draco also knew he could not avoid ending up there.
"Please." – He said weakly, almost no strength left in his voice.
In that instant he hated himself for being so weak. For needing both the auror and his warmth, his comfort. For wanting him despite knowing that much of the blame for his suffering was his. He hated Potter, but much more himself. And yet, despite all, the words left his lips, broken and trembling:
" .. Will… will you come to visit? Only… once?" - Draco breathed shakily. –"If only… if only you could come once ... I think… I think I could handle it." - He knew it was foolish to cling to hope. His life was broken and had been so for so long ... why try to find relief? Yes, Harry made him feel a bit more whole, but Draco would always be missing pieces that could not be recovered. The auror would leave. And then he would have to live a little more broken, a little less alive.
He closed his eyes, because looking at his face while Harry refused, would be too much.
The broken voice almost like a plea, the delicate quivering of his shoulders, the slight sobs… The terrible pain that seemed to be finally breaking him.
Harry didn´t have to think:
"I will come every day, I promise." - His voice full of determination.
Surprised Draco looked up slowly. Grey misty eyes came across a green, intense as Avada Kedavra. The force of that gaze took his breath away.
"I swear."- Harry repeated.
Finally, the air began to get back to Dracos lungs. "What did he just say?"
"...!" - Suddenly Harry picked him up, and took him to the bed, where he was carefully laid. Draco tried to ask what he was doing, but Harry raised his hand to ask for silence:
"Not now, you need to rest." - "He's on the verge of a nervous breakdown" Harry thought to himself. Carefully covering the little one whit some blankets. – "Try to get some sleep; we will talk in the morning."
The sleeping spell cast by Harry in a whispered voice, softly sank Draco into a pleasant slumber without nightmares.
Harry leaned heavily against the door of the room he had just left. Inside, the White dementor was sleeping peacefully.
And Harrys mind couldn´t stop the train of thoughts brined by what he had just saw. "Something terrible has had, or still is, happening to him." - He felt a pang igniting the protective nature inside himself. - "I want to help, but ..."- The mission was a priority. As much as he wanted to help, he couldn´t do it seriously till they had found out what had happened to Malfoy. - "Then I only have to find what´s happening here soon enough to help."- He burrowed deeper in the invisibility cloak. Something was telling him that the answers he sought were in the tower. - "And maybe I can discover something more that isn´t about Malfoy." -He looked one last time toward the door, and began advancing down the corridor.
After talking to Harry and sending his Patronus to warn Ron that he had to keep an eye on Thomas, Hermione had decided to investigate on her own the basements. If the guards actually had something to do with what had happened to Malfoy, an increasingly likely possibility, going with one of them to try to find him, would be futile. The culprit would try to keep her from finding Malfoy, not help her with it.
Hermione, slyly threw a new locator spell at Henry, and headed to the fourth floor of the basement. Where were, supposedly, the most dangerous magical creatures.
Technically, she had promised Harry that she would watch over Henry, but ... -" He isn´t going to do nothing suspicious around me. Then, since he doesn't know how far I have gone, I don't think anything will happen. And… he didn´t want me to come closer to this section." So, logically, here was where she had headed.
"Why don´t we start from the fourth floor and go up from there?" – She had asked.
"No, it's too dangerous, it would be best to go with Tomas joining us, he knows this area better."
"He seemed nervous and didn´t want to come here without his partner. I bet his hiding something."
Slowly, Hermione went down the last flight of stairs wand in hand. The torchlight was usually low in Azkaban, but here the shadows lengthened in an even drearier atmosphere.
She looked back before descending the last steps, making sure, she told herself, that Henry hadn´t followed. Although, she knew from the spell she had thrown no later than a quarter hour before, he had not.
The auror swallowed nervously, everything was too quiet down here.
Hermione descended to a moss-covered hall, full of the smell of salt and dead seaweed, the ground waterlogged. Clearly this floor descended under sea level. The corridor was flanked by latticed metal gates. Beside some doors, claw marks that had raised the scum from the walls and marred the stone below, could be seen. As if the prisoners had extended their arms out of the cell, just to scratch the rock.
Everything was quiet, the only sounds that of the water drops against stone and her breathing. Mione cast a waterproof spell on her boots and began to advance.
Peered into each cell, one by one, searching, but all offered very similar images; seeming asleep prisoners, still, pale as wax, purple circles under their eyes, looking so quite... like they weren´t even breathing.
"This has to be the vampires section." And since it was day, everyone was asleep.
She continued to move through the reeking water, the stench becoming increasingly unpleasant. The so still figures of the prisoners making her uneasy. They gave the feeling of being in a crypt. In a tomb. Somewhere dead and freezing. Hermione shook her head trying to get over that stupid feeling. Grabbed her wand more tightly, looked inside the next cell...
Laying on the only mattress, a still figure not unlike the rest, pale, haggard ... hands resting on a broad chest like a dead man, was…
His wavy black hair, so black that seemed to absorb light. His noble features, muscular body, a boyish face that hadn´t changed in seven years. Since the last time she saw him at Hogwarts… where unmistakable.
"Blaise Zabini." - A weak whisper.
She had read in the newspaper during the late war, how both he, Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson had been caught trying to hide in an abandoned house. Sentenced to Azkaban, and dispossessed of all their goods.
These three were very good friends, always going together everywhere. Almost like her with Ron and Harry.
"That's why Henry didn´t want me coming here ..." If Malfoy had escaped was very possible that he had contacted Blaise.
"Enervate!" She called.
Blaise felt a shock of magic trace all his body, and opened his dull red eyes. Looked toward the door...
"It seems I have finally lost his head. Granger?"
"Zabini." – The auror replied impassively.
The vampire sat up in one fluid motion, like a snake, moving to the bars in front of her. His look, puzzled, while he studied her up and down, like deciding if indeed she was a chimera of his imagination, was something sharply uneasy.
An now that the hall light was better falling on the man, Hermione could see the dirt that covered him, the tattered state of his clothes, and the colour of his eyes. They weren´t brown like she remembered, they were red, red as well of dried blood. As a wolfs snout.
Finally the vampire looked at her face, seemingly having offed his surprise:
"So you are an Auror?" – He said dispassionately. Looking at the official coat she wore.
"Yes." – Mione retorted squaring her shoulders. Her tone became more authoritarian.- "I'm here to ask you some questions."
"About what? Since I talked all I knew, when we were dragged here." – His voice monotonous, but with an acid undertone that spooked about how painful it must have been. Blaise sat back a top the filthy mattress.
"About Malfoy. –She replied- You may not know, but he escaped from his cell five days ago. If he´s looking for someone, that ought to be you. - She pointed her wand at him- You can talk by choice or by force, Zabini. Your choice."
The Italians expression changed to something dangerous, but he didn´t move from his position on the pallet:
"I know nothing. All I know is that five days ago, one of you, dogs of the ministry, bled me to lethargy." - He hissed. His eyes showed a red gloss, like a film of blood.
"Who?" - Asked Mione, several defensive spells on the tip of her tongue.
"Don´t know, but he was wearing the guards uniform."
Suddenly, a strange sound as of bells reached their ears.
"The alarm" – She murmured. The spell she had cast to now when dinner time approached, so she could go meet Henry, without raising suspicions.
"Did you have to go?" - Blaise asked. For some reason, for a moment, he almost seemed to want her to stay.
"Would you miss me?" – Hermione asked raising an eyebrow.
"It's possible." - Blaise smiled faintly, showing a pair of sharp fangs.
The auror stood a moment longer, and then started walking back to the first basement.
Harry studied the tapestries hanging from the walls of the hall, as he went further and further inside, but no other else called him as much as that of Hogwarts.
He had been touring this floor for a while, and had found bedrooms, bathrooms and a broom closet. All bated in the golden light of candles. It was like walking through an antiquated and tarnished noble mansion, which nevertheless still retained its royal dignity.
Finally, he found a spiral flight of stairs carved in stone, with hand supports engraved as if they were serpents that rose from some floor below, and continued through to some superior one.
"I must be in a halfway floor. So, now, towards were I go? Up or down?" Asked himself. Finally deciding to go up. But when he was going to start walking, the alarm of his wand, bell-like sound that only he could hear, took of shouting. He had to return to the guard room already.
A pair of elves appeared with a pot of soup and a plate of jelly fish, and placed them in the table in front of the patrons.
"Have you had any luck?" - Henry asked as he poured a piece of fish in his plate.
"Not yet, but we hope to find something tomorrow. -Harry replied, cutting the bread.
Both the three Aurors, and the two guards, where having dinner together, as a way to catch up with their investigation. The Aurors didn´t trust the guards one bit.
"Hopefully, your methods will be more successful."- Tomas said acidly. He took a spoonful of soup to his mouth and sucked noisily. Hermione frowned.
"Well for now the doors at each level are sealed, so unless he´s is a Dementor or a guard, Malfoys not going anywhere."
"Which reminds me, that we shouldn´t leave the kitchen unattended." -Said Ron. Harry nodded.
"Now it´s being watched by a couple of elves, but the best would be for we to take the work in our hands."
"Then we should do guards. How about if Tomas and me take care of it tonight?" - Henry graciously offered, while he finished chewing a mouthful of fish. The Aurors accepted.
For almost ten minutes Henry and Thomas had been gone to their guard in the kitchen, and finally, after a bubble of silence spell from Hermione, just in case, the Aurors stopped pretending to be asleep and stood ready to action. Ron immediately took his boots:
"I'm going now to watch that two." - Harry nodded and pulled the invisibility cloak from his bag:
"Take it, you'll need it." – Said, throwing it. His friend grabbed the silky material at fly.
"If something happens I will send a signal. - finished tying his boots. - See you." - After ensuring that no one in the hall was watching, the red head quickly left hidden under the coat.
"Take care." - Hermione said almost to herself. Cast the spell detector to warn them if anyone came into the room, and sat next to Harry on the pallet. His friend looked thoughtful.
"Did you find anything?" - Asked the black haired Auror straightening. "I have to focus on the case."- Told himself. But what happened to the white dementor kept haunting his brain.
Hermione looked at him seriously.
"This afternoon, I found Zabini in a cell."
"Malfoy's friend? What does he do in the basement? I thought there were contained only to the magical creatures." -Zabini also retained here... And the guards hadn´t told them anything. He didn´t like, it was increasingly clear that they have to be the culprits.
"Apparently, he´s now a vampire. I don´t know how he became one, didn´t ask. But he said that the day Malfoy disappeared, one of the guards bled him to unconsciousness."- Some achievement that of bringing a vampire to unconsciousness.
"Can we trust his word?" –He asked.
"I think so, he wouldn´t invent something like that for nothing."- And Blaise had looked so emaciated ... she shook her head. She shouldn´t be thinking about the physical condition of a prisoner.
Harry frowned.
"It can´t be more than deep dark magic.- disgust came over him, just thinking that someone might want to practice it, churning his gut. - So we have one, or several guards, practicing magic blood on Malfoy, and we don´t know why."
Mione nodded.
"The only good thing is that there are not many blood related spells, so it will be easier to find the one employed. I could send a letter to MacGonnagal, and ask her if she could send us some books about it. Surely she has one at least that could help. It doesn't exist today a day, a magic library larger than the one at Hogwarts, after all."- If she sent the letter now, the volumes could be here tomorrow. Hermione chewed her hair thoughtfully, mentally cataloguing all she had to look in them. –
"What was it like for you in the tower?" -She asked.
" ... I've seen the white dementor again, Mione." – That took her full attention, curious to know more.
"I talked to him, but I think even he has nothing to do with the case, he may need help. He isn´t... healthy. – Harry sighed. - I think something's wrong whit him, something terrible, Hermione. He was crying and shaking, and I know it has something to do with the Dementor Lord."
Mione shook her head.
"Harry. Look, not that I condom you worrying about bad people, not even about a dementor. But we are on an important mission. If more prisoners of Azkaban escape ... - her eyes darkened with memories. - You know what happened last time. - She looked at him all serious. – You have to focus. Worry about him when this is resolved. Until then I want you to promise me that you aren´t going to look for him."
"But Hermione ..."
"No! Harry, no. This is much more important than a Dementor. I know you, so right now promise me you will not go to him."
Harry gritted his teeth. He understood perfectly the position of his friend, but ... "I swore I would go see him, I swore I would!"
"Hermione ... I can´t, really I can´t. He needs me."
"What about all the people who live out there, and you're threatening?" – She said angrily. The blame struck Harry like a sword.
"I'm not forgetting them. It will only take some minutes a day Hermione. I will not leave the mission."
"You think so now, but you will." - Said she knowing what she spoke about. Hermione sighed. –"You will not be able to avoid worrying about him, and you will, eventually, want to help. And you will lose a valuable research time, finding a solution to a problem that doesn´t concern you. - Put her hand on his. - You know I´m right. Now, please, promise me."
Harry looked away feeling divided. The small dementor needed him. The way he had asked to meet again... it was almost as if he was asking one last favour. He couldn´t let the promise go.
On the other hand, he understood perfectly the reasoning of Hermione. Deep down he knew she was right. But...
"I can´t."
"Yes you can. He will not die, Harry. You can help later."
He looked at her grimly.
"You can´t know that Hermione. You haven´t seen him."
"Harry, I know what I´m speaking about. Dementors can´t die, it's part of their nature." - She said in the tone that always wore when exposing a piece of knowledge unknown to others.
Her friend looked puzzled.
"I didn´t know."
"Now that you do, you can relax. So, do you promise?" - She insisted.
Harry hesitated. Hermione gave him a pleading look.
"Okay ... I'm not going to see him. For now." - Said defeated. He felt as if he was condemning the small white one to death.
"You did the right thing." - Hermione smiled at her friend.
"I hope so." - But deep down, he felt like he was making a mistake for which he would feel more than sorry.
" ... Co ... Aco ..."- Draco slowly opened his eyes, the light from the window illuminated the room grimly. It must have just dawned.
"I brought you breakfast."
He turned his head toward the voice of Lady Margaret, who smiled kindly.
"Good morning." – Draco said softly. He felt drained, but with the brain much clearer than it had been in days.
"I've been calling, but you slept like a rock." – The tone sweet and maternal.
Draco frowned confused. Usually he didn´t get long sleeps. Maybe a couple hours straight, before nightmares waked him. But never so long as today.
"Although it´s normal to be exhausted after the attack you had yesterday. Did you feel better?" – The female dementor asked worried, as she touched his forehead. Draco caught the shudder of disgust that tried to surface in his skin at the contact, and held it tight. Not wanting to upset the kind woman. "She isn´t guilty of looking like a muddy corpse."
"Yesterday…" - Questions danced in his brain, still half asleep. Then, suddenly, he remembered:
"Hey, calm down, I will not hurt you."
"Why are you so scared that I know you can talk?"
"Maybe ... maybe I can use him to have some help."
"Why don´t we play, Malfoy?"
Screams.
"... Wi… will you come at least? Even if it's only once?"
"Every day, I promise."
He shivered up and down, but didn´t know if it was from discomfort or... "Why didn´t he locked me up?" He thought.
Margaret looked at his long silence worried. And Draco shook his head.
"No ... no, I'm fine." - Everything that had happened ... and yet Harry had not locked him in that cell. But he removed the hood, had to have seen him. He knew Draco. That hug ... he had apologized. -"I don´t understand"
Margaret sat beside him in the bed, quiet and sweet.
"You can tell me, honey. I know that something´s in your head." - And patted his hand reassuringly.
Draco looked up into her muddy eyes. There hadn´t been many people who had been kind to him lately. And Lady Margaret had cared for him since the first day he was dragged to the tower. And even if he knew that the Lord had subjugated all the Dementors of Azkaban, he needed to talk...
"The other day, when I went for a walk in the prison ..." - he said carefully. "I can´t tell the truth"
"Yes?" – She asked affectionately.
"There was a time when I took off my hood. I know I should not do it outside of the tower, but no one was around and it was bothering me."
Margaret nodded.
"But there was someone. One of the Aurors who came that day, saw me. But ... I don´t understand, he didn´t try to lock me up again. Why? It's almost as if ... as if he didn´t knew who I was."
Lady Margaret patted his hand gently.
"Surely he didn´t recognize you."
"But he saw me directly. I can´t be losing my humanity so fast ... can I?" - Asked worriedly.
"You shouldn´t worry so much, being a Dementor is not so bad." - said kindly, but when she saw Draco's face ...
"Were you scared?" – Margaret asked suddenly.
"Yes ... Does it matter?" – Draco blinked perplexed.
"Of course it matters. Our aura of terror not only works as an attack, but as a defence as well. If you were scared enough, even if you aren´t a full dementor, surely, unwittingly, you employed it. Thus what the auror saw, wasn´t you, Draco. But a Dementor like the others. The aura of terror, after all, is what makes us scary to others, and make us look as monsters." - She chattered.
"Then Potter didn´t recognize me. So that´s why he apologized." Draco sighed in relief. "He has promised to come see me." Couldn´t suppress the pleasant sensation that rose in his chest, like a small ember of heat.
"But remember that if there´s someone to blame for your current situation, that is Potter." His conscience whispered. "I know all the blame is his. - he retorted internally- But he´s also, perhaps, the only one who can help me." "And above all else, I am a Slytherin and a Malfoy, I seize every opportunity." And decided to pretend, he had not felt the warm feeling of nostalgia, that came over him as he recalled the aurors embrace.
He smiled slightly.
"I'm glad you feel better." - Margaret said encouraged at seeing his fragile smile, something she had never seen him do. The lady rose from the bed vigorously.- "And now to take breakfast young man. You need to eat well."
The breakfast had been good and Draco wasn´t hungry anymore.
Although, he feared that his lack of appetite had more to do with the memory that the Dementor Lord had given him, than with what Lady Margaret had brought for breakfast.
He was sitting on the stone seat by the window, watching the wan light that managed to pass the thick barrier of clouds and mist. And the rough sea, bellow. Huddling a little more in his coat, feeling his skin increasingly colder, but nonetheless Draco would be watching the coming and going of the waves all the time he could endure.
It was reassuring.
The first time in a long time, he didn´t feel like bursting in mourn, or start crying.
The smell of Harry, his warmth, his voice ... came to his mind again and again, like the waves. A balm to soothe his senses.
The little white rested his head on the stone. It felt so good… "I will come see you every day." "I'm waiting... Harry." He smiled slightly, it was the first time he called Potter by name, if only in his head.
"Bang, bang, bang!" – The knock at the door startled him. He straightened.
"Come in."
William, the servant of the Lord, walked proudly inside, as if everything was his. Draco squared his shoulders. If there was someone in the tower that he disliked almost as much as the Dementor Lord, that was him.
"What?" – Draco asked putting his most pure blooded tone, the one his parents had instilled so deeply in him it was second nature.
The other Dementor, a head taller than Draco, approached him, just making sure the white one took in the difference of height. The blond young man didn´t let it frighten him in the least.
"So proud you are. Especially considering that yesterday the whole tower heard your screaming."
"You came looking for something, or just needing someone to listen to your tedious talk?" – Malfoy retorted haughtily.
William glared at him.
"The Dementor Lord wants to see you."
Draco gulped, but didn´t let the other see how his words had affected him.
"All right. Tell him I'll go as soon as possible."
"He wants to see you now. Even asked me to escort you to his rooms." - Draco knew he couldn´t refuse, or it would be, much, much, worse.
" ... Okay." - He walked out, followed by William. Although inside, it was like walking to the gibbet. "Harry... Where are you?"
The room in the top floor of the tower was the most luxurious of all.
One of its walls was made of glass. The magnificent Gryffindor crest beautifully carved in it. Although the once, gleaming under the sunlight, flooding the room in gold and crimson colours, image, now was dusty and ignored under years of neglect.
However the rest of the room was clean and maintained.
On one side, a huge carved marble fireplace, showed what seemed like rampant lions roaring in it. The bed of solid wood, engraved with magnificent phoenix and the Gryffindor crest. The worn canopy crimson with gold embroidery made of heavy velvet. The floor almost entirely covered with gold and crimson carpets… It all worn, dull, but yet still beautifull.
The walls were almost entirely covered with shelves of ancient books, and the centre of the room was occupied by a table and two chairs made of dark wood and covered in sleek pillows. In the background a couch with cushions could be seen.
All of it illuminated by the golden light of hundreds of candles, and the orange bright one of the roaring fire.
If he hadn´t known better, Draco could almost have been deceived by the apparent warmth off the place. But since he knew what awaited inside, just crossing the threshold made him shiver in cold.
Despite the fireplace, the temperature was ice like, the candles lit didn´t glow even half of what they should...
The Lord got up from his shadowed in the corner chair.
"Welcome to mi chambers Draco." - His hissing voice made the slytherin shiver.
"Lord." - He merely answered.
The Lord told his servant to go, who hastily bowed before leaving the room, closing the door behind himself.
Now they were alone.
"Draco ... don´t be so nervous. It's not as if we hadn´t talked about this before." –Said with an undertone of danger. Draco swallowed hard but managed to stay upright and not tremble.
"Come, sit down with me." - The Lord took his hand gently, lax in his. And led him to the couch. Draco followed without resistance. Now remembering what happened the day before, and how among his panic attack he had cried and refused the Dementor Lord…He began to feel the fear in his stomach coiling like a snake.
Draco was made to sit on the couch, next to the terrifying Lord.
"You don´t have to be so scared." – It whispered, stroking the hand that he had not yet released, with the thumb. Draco made a supreme effort not to move away in disgust.
"I'm not going to punish you for yesterday, I understand you were having a panic attack."
Malfoy almost sighed in relief.
"However…" - the little hand was squeezed until Draco thought it would break. He could not avoid making a low moan of pain, but did not dare let anything louder leave his throat.
"I hope it doesn't repeat."
"No... It won´t repeat." - His voice breathy.
"Well. – The Lord loosened the delicate palm in his hand. Carefully removing the hood that covered Draco, admiring his stunning, yet, so sad, face. - I know you are not ready." -He said stroking his cheek.
Draco fought back the nausea that aroused at the contact. He wanted to run far away, but knew he could not.
"Unfortunately, we can´t do anything really fun until you turn completely into one of us." - Began stroking the rosy lips with his forefinger.
Draco wanted to close his eyes, pretend that this wasn´t happening, but if he did, he would only win more tortures. He knew it from experience.
"But ... we can still have fun together." – hissed the monster. Seductively pressing a little in more. – "Open your mouth."
Draco obeyed, half-opening his lips. The digit slid between them to caress his tongue. His stomach turned over, and for a second the blond thought he would vomit what little he had for breakfast. But he managed to restrain himself.
"Good boy. - Whispered the Lord. Draco felt like screaming. –Suck it."
Slowly Draco began caressing the thumb with his tongue. "Don´t think about it, don´t think about it, don´t think abou..." He desperately repeated inside. Wanted to sink into the abyss without emotion, where he was able to disconnect what happened to his body with what was in his head. But knew he couldn´t until the situation came to a point, that he wasn´t really able to bear. It was his only defence mechanism, and what had kept him sane during those seven years.
The invasive sensation in his mouth slowly withdrew, to be replaced immediately by the tongue of the Dementor Lord. Who slid it inside like a serpent stroking every corner. Draco dug his nails into his palms, concentrating on the pain to not vomit. The Dementors putrid saliva mixed with his, leaving a taste of death that Draco hated with all his might. When he felt that he couldn´t endure a second more, finally the wet appendix retreated.
The Dementor Lord watched him, as he licked his lips like he had tasted something delicious. Draco dug his nails harder in his palms. Even when he felt something wet, and knew it was his blood, he didn´t care. Anything was better than this.
"Undress." – The monster hissed lasciviously.
Slowly he stood, legs trembling. Gathered all his will, even though inside he felt like he was breaking into pieces, and took a hand to the fabric.
The tunic of a Dementor is a part of himself, if not more important than a couple of hairs. They don´t feel pain if it´s torn, and sooner or later it fixes itself. But it takes a conscious effort to separate the fabric of the body.
He swallowed convulsively, trying to concentrate, but could not. He could not. Would not. All his essence revealed at the thought of being exposed to the creature. He began to tremble slightly, the punishment would be terrible.
"Well?" - Asked the Lord.
"I cannot." - Said barely louder than a whisper, looking down.
"I see ... - Draco hugged himself terrified. - Draco this is for your sake. The sooner you learn, the sooner you will stop suffering."
"Leave me alone I will not learn anything from you!"
He was brutally stamped to the wall.
The pain almost plunged him into unconsciousness, and Draco regretted that it hadn´t.
He felt vaguely how William turned to leave the room, closing the door behind himself.
And he moaned weakly, it hurt so much ... He couldn´t move.
Draco began to mourn in silence, powerless to do anything else.
"He smelled of soap and sweat, and something powerfully masculine, that was, somehow, comforting.
Warmth and security.
He felt protected, safe from the horror that he had to suffer.
"I'll come every day, I promise."
"Harry ... Where are you?"
It hurt so very much...
(It will continue)
Note: The next chapter will explain the torture. Promised ^ ^