Malfoy was already feeling the stress from the mission he was assigned. He spent the rest of the summer in his room entirely. He only came out at dinnertime and whenever he was summoned.

The Dark Lord enjoyed reminding Malfoy about what would happen if he failed. He also loved to mention Harry in conversation or during sex and watch Draco's reactions. He said they were entertaining. He especially liked Malfoy's response when he had walked in on Voldemort screwing an ecstatic looking man in the dining room. The surprise was clear on Draco's face but inside he knew that he shouldn't have been shocked in the slightest. From he very beginning he knew he was being used. The Dark Lord didn't really care about anyone, and people like his aunt Bellatrix who fooled themselves in thinking they were special were idiotic and disturbed.

Snape was also coming around more often than he liked. He was always offering to help Malfoy with his mission. Draco didn't like the look in his potions master's eyes these days. The way he stared at him when he was being defiled by their master was creepy. He always seemed to be nearby when they were doing it.

Needless to say, Draco was feeling a little better when summer was coming to an end. Especially after he came up with the idea about the disappearing cabinets. He was looking forward to going to Diagon Alley and checking in at Borgin and Burkes but something happened to put a damper on his day.

He ran into Harry Potter. Of course he was with his 'friends'. Malfoy acted just like he always had around him but he couldn't stop himself from hating Potter even more now.

It hurt to know that the Dark Lord, the one he serves without question, was simply using him as a replacement for everyones precious Harry Potter.

He was in a foul mood when he got away from his mother, who had begun to get annoyingly protective every time they left the house, and made his way to the dark objects shop in Knockturn alley. His mood got worse when he realized just how much work would have to be done on the opposite cabinet to get them running. This thought almost made him break out in tears in the middle of the street. His masters face flashes across his mind and he whimpers as if he can feel the presence of evil.

When it is time for him to pack his trunk and board the Hogwarts Express he feels better. The Dark Lord had not visited in the weeks coming up to school. Neither had Snape. The only thing that worried Malfoy now was fixing the cabinet. He knows he must focus all of his attention on that task but seeing his friends and girlfriend distract him.

The, of course, Harry Potter has to go and eavesdrop on his conversation. Luckily, Draco got his revenge this time. A broken nose didn't make anyone look very fuckable. His smirk was as wide as ever as he walked into a Harry-free great hall for the sorting and feast.

When Harry walked in, in the middle of dinner with Snape in tow, he frowned. He wondered if Snape was the one who fixed the broken nose he had given him. Malfoy didn't eat much dinner, he never did these days. He kept a trained eye on Harry at all times though the famous Potter didn't seem to notice at all. He was more intrigued by the news that Snape wouldn't be teaching potions anymore and was moving on to his long sought after position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Malfoy couldn't care less who had what job. He was itching to get to the Room of Requirement as soon as possible and begin work on the cabinet.

As soon as dinner was finished he dragged Crab and Goyle to the Room and told them his plan. They were loyal in their reaction to this news. They were impressed he had come up with the idea.

"What if you're coming out and someone's standing there?" Goyle asks.

Malfoy thinks on this for a moment before muttering, "You two will stand guard. If someone comes, you'll make a signal or something and I'll know not to come out for a while."

They nod in unison. Malfoy smirks. He is glad to be in charge of someone at least. He has these two who would do anything he says, all he has to do is flash his dark mark and they droll over his power and influence.

If only I had any... he thinks unhappily as he walks into the Slytherin common room. Pansy Parkinson rushes up to him happily and throws herself on him. He sulks and sits down on the leather couch. She places herself in his lap.

At first him, Crab, Goyle, Pansy and Zabini discuss the feast and the foolish people at the school but the conversation soon drifts off to the hero of all Slytherin.

"So..." Zabini asks, his eyes blazing with curiosity, "Did you meet him?"

Draco's eyes narrow and slide over to him. He nods, his breath caught in his throat. Pansy gasps and Goyle chokes on his chocolate milk. Zabini asks in a hushed voice,

"What is he like?"

Visions of his summer race through his head. His screams muffled by months old memories. The thing he remembers the most vividly though, is the feel of cold hands combing through his hair. He shivers suddenly and pushes Pansy off of his lap. Without another word he stands up and walks to his bed, where he tries to sleep but has fitful nightmares that end in him waking up covered in sweat and a strong feeling of disgrace.

On the second week of school he comes up the idea of using the polyjuice potion dear Professor Slughorn had been so kind to cook up to transform Crab and Goyle so they would look less suspicious standing guard. They didn't like it but new better than to complain. Then the next morning, he gets a letter. On the front it says, in his fathers handwriting,

Only read this when you are alone.

He quickly gets up from the breakfast table and rushes to the bathroom. He slams the the stall door and sits down on the first seat carefully. He opens the letter and reads;

Dear Son,

I am so sorry.

This is entirely my fault. I saw the video. Bellatrix was kind enough to pay me a visit and forced me to watch the entire thing. She said she had been commanded by him to do it but I think she really enjoyed it. Draco, I'm sorry you have been cursed to follow my path. I would say you should be proud but it seems prison has changed my views on life a little. I miss you and your mother more than anything. I should have swallowed my pride long ago. I heard you have a special mission, but Bella wouldn't tell me what it is. She thinks you're going to fail. You won't. I know it.

You should think about studying Occlumency. It may come in handy... in the future.

Good luck, Son. I love you. I'm sorry.

Your Father,

Lucius Malfoy

By the time Malfoy read his fathers name, he was weeping with all the emotions he had kept inside since he got to Hogwart. How he wanted to scream every time he saw Harry Potter's face. How he wanted to run away and never look back whenever Snape glanced at him, or offered him help. How he wanted to die when he thought of how he would never be able to fix the cabinets by the time school ended. He cried and cried for hours, skipping his first two periods, and reading and rereading his fathers letter. It didn't even sound like his dad. He never knew jail could change people so much.

The letter also made him determined. He was going to fix the cabinet. If not for the Dark Lord, for his father.

He spent all his time trying desperately to fix the cabinet. There were times he didn't think he could do. He cried while trying to think of a different way to kill Dumbledore. At these times he ended up making mistakes.

First he almost got Katie Bell killed. Not that he felt bad about it, but it was as slip up and it didn't go unnoticed by Snape. Also, it seemed like Harry was keeping a closer eye on him after that. Dumbledore didn't do anything though, so he thought he was in the clear.

The second mistake was when he had poisoned Ron Weasley. He was especially angry about this failure. It was all because the fat bastard Slughorn had been to greedy to actually give the damn bottle of wine to Dumbledore.

Then the fact that Weasley hadn't even died because of it sent him into a frenzy where he smashed several lamps in the Room of Requirement. When he found out that it was actually Harry Potter who had thought of the bezeor that saved Weasley he had almost lost it right in the middle of the great hall. He went to the bathroom and began crying, like he did very often. This time, he met someone in the bathroom.

A girl ghost. She was kind to him. She told him her name was Moaning Mertle and was very compassionate. He broke down and told her everything. She listened intently even though he was fairly sure she couldn't completely understand him through his tears and choked sobs. He spent a lot of his time with her and the rest mostly in the Room of Requirement.

One night he was almost passed out on the couch in the slytherin common room. Pansy gives him a sad look as she says,

"Malfoy... you've gotten a lot thinner this year. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'v got a lot on my mind Pansy! Just shut up!" he snaps as he stands up and walks to the Room of Requirement for lack of anywhere better to go.

He is angrier today than usual. Slughorn was having his little favorites party and he wasn't even close to being invited. He was sick and tired of everyone glancing over him and moving straight onto Harry. It seemed like that was all anyone ever did these days.

He is about to go into the door he had summoned to the Room of Requirement but he hers someone coming. Before he can hide Argus Filch catches him and says with a smile crawling over his face,

"Now where we're we going little student out of bed?"

Draco glares. "Can't you let me go? We were both on Umbrige's squad last year?"

Filch sneers. "She's not here now is she? Now tell me what you were up to or I think I'll have to report you to your head of house. That'd be Severus wouldn't it?"

Malfoy's eyes widen and he shivers. He doesn't feel like dealing with Snape tonight. He quickly thinks up a story.

"I was invited to that party tonight! I was on my way there!"

Filch stares at him then mutters, "I think yer lying, boy. Let's go ask Professor Slughorn himself if you were invited."

Crap... Malfoy thinks as he is dragged toward the potions masters room. He hears music and laughter coming from the open door as Filch throws him unceremoniously into the room. He glares as half the room turns and stares at him.

He notices Harry and Snape standing oddly close to each other and Harry looking uncomfortable. But when the famous boy turns and sees Malfoy he just looks curious. Snape on the other hand looks furious.

When Slughorn dismisses him Snape steps forward to reprimand him and return him to his dormitories. Malfoy scowls, knowing his professor has other ideas. He is right, the second they are alone Snape pushes Malfoy up against the wall and snarls,

"What were you doing?"

Malfoy glares and doesn't respond. Snape's eye narrow and he acts cooler saying,

"I can help you if you'll let me."

"I don't need your help!" Malfoy spits, trying to push Snape off. Snape scowls and grabs Malfoy's wrist pulling him down the deserted hallway. Malfoy struggles to get free of his grip but fails as his teacher is quite a bit stronger. They reach his office and Snape throws Malfoy inside the dark room.

Snape walks towards him and he backs into the desk. Snape leans over him and stares at him with hungry, charcoal eyes.

"Why do you insist on making me the enemy, Draco?" he asks as he places his arms on either side of Malfoy's hips, trapping him against the desk.

"You could be! You spend all your time around Professor Dumbledore. Who knows what you could really be planning. Aunt Bella doesn't trust you either." Malfoy growls.

Snape scowls. "The Dark Lord trusts me. That's all I need to tell a little brat like you." He stops and smirks. "You have to listen to our Lord, don't you? What happens when you don't?"

Malfoy shivers as Snape's warm breath hits his ear as he mutters into it. His words create a fire in Malfoy and he feels heat rise in his cheeks.

"Tell me, Draco, do you enjoy being the Dark Lord's plaything? Does it excite you?" Snape slides a hand down Malfoy's arm and chest. He rubs Malfoy's member through his pants and the younger gasps. Snape's smirk grows when Malfoy gets erect under his touch.

"Stop... please..." Malfoy whimpers.

"Are you begging, Draco? How cowardly and weak, what would our Lord say? What would your father say? You're probably less useful than Potter. At least he's cute." Snape says as he unzips Malfoy's pants and grabs his length.

"No!" Malfoy cries. "D-don't compare me to him! Stop this! Stop now!"

Snape pulls his shirt off and pushes him back so he falls onto the desk. Snape mutters cruelly as he rips Malfoy's pants off and tosses them to the floor.

"Why would you not want to be compared to Potter? He's got everything hasn't he? Everyone wants a piece of 'the boy who lived,' even the Dark Lord. Indeed, I wouldn't mind seeing his face when it was contorted in pleasure like yours is at the moment. I don't much care for his body, too much like his blasted fathers but... his eyes are rather enthralling at times."

Snape continues stroking Malfoy until the boy is almost foaming at the mouth then he groans and unsheathes his own throbbing length. He lifts his pale, thin legs over his shoulders and Draco feels his member poking at his opening. He shudders in anticipation. Before pushing inside Snape says breathily,

"You don't think the Dark Lord will be too upset if I borrow his little Potter replacement, do you?"

He smirks and is about to slide in when he spots a bottle of clear, slippery potion. He squeezes it onto his length for lubrication then slams his rock hard member into a writhing Draco.

"Aaah!!!" Malfoy yells when the pain that he hadn't felt in a few months gets brought again to the surface. He can't believe his teacher would do this to him.

He had always looked up to Professor Snape. When had this man started lusting after his body?

No... Malfoy thinks. Not my body. Potter's body. I'm the replacement. The Potter replacement. That's all I'm good for.

A pen is digging into Malfoy's back as he is slammed down onto the desk repeatedly. He cries out with every thrust because he is sure no one will come. It hurts again, he had thought he would get used to it but this new man was making him feel it all over again, the pain. He'd forgotten about the pleasure he was feeling moment's ago entirely until Snape brushes along a sweet place inside him.

"Unnn! G- g- good! Th- that felt good!" he yells.

He thinks Snape didn't hear him but the man's length continued to pound on his prostate and send electric shocks through the youth's body.

"Uaaaah! Pr- professor!" He yells.

Snape's thrusting speeds up suddenly and then he seems to shake. Malfoy feels his ass getting pumped full of cum and he bites his lip to stop screaming in protest.

After he is done Snape shakily pulls out, leaving Draco painfully turned on and laying, sweat drenched on his desk. Snape stumbles over to a chair and collapses into it. Draco cringes as he sits up. He doesn't hear when his teacher mutters the first time,

"Get out..."

"Professor.."

"GET OUT!" he screams and Draco is forced to grab his robes and run out of the office. Before he exits the room he notices a faint look of regret on his teachers face. He figures he's upset because he didn't find out what Draco had been planning and didn't help like he was told to.

He runs to the bathroom, not wanting to risk getting caught near the Room of Requirement. He crashes to the floor the moment he enters the restrooms. His tears flow and the sounds of his sobbing echos off the walls. He hopes dearly no one will come looking.

He gets lucky. Only Moaning Mertle shows up. When she sees him, naked and crying she becomes furious.

"Do you want me to haunt them? I can haunt whoever did this to you and make their life a living hell! Let me help you get revenge somehow, please!"

He manages a small smiles that instantly turns into grimace. He still cannot believe the man he trusted as his teacher for so many years would rape him that exact same way Voldemort did. He supposes Snape was the Dark Lord's closest companion and he learned from his master.

What he was most upset about though, was having been used as a Harry Potter replacement for the second time. It seemed his life was getting increasingly full of Potter. He hated it just like he hated the boy himself. Just the thought of his face made his blood boil in a very unorthodox way. He didn't really know what to think of it so he just brushed it off as anger and loathing.

He suddenly feels a little bit of cum leak out his hole and he cringes, thinking, I'd better go take a bath...

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