Rating: R

Warnings: Course language, anal, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, Spoilers to Harry Potter books and movies, Drug use (Fred and George's potions not like, weed :S) incest, rape, violence, use of alcohol, character death and possibly more later.

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE Draco/Harry, Seamus/Colin, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Blaise/Pansy, Luna/Neville, Charlie/Anasks, Noah/Dennis, Nott/Draco, Phoenix/Alexis, Danny/George, Bill/Fleur, Arthur/Molly, Alex/Colin and possibly more later.

. . . Story Begins. . .

"Now listen here pretty boy." He spat, grabbing the blonde's chin in a bruising grip. "You will do as I say or I will make sure the Dark Lord knows just how 'in love' you are with potter, how if he asked, you'd gladly jump sides. Because that's true isn't it?" The blonde paled and was laughed at. "So will you do as I say? Or are you going to piss the Dark lord off?"

Draco gulped and squeezed his eyes shut, lifting his hips to push against the other. "Good." Nott whispered leaning in to capture the plump lips, the blonde responding immediately. The grey eyed boy tried to hold back his sobs, his body already beginning to hyperventilate. When a tongue brushed his lips he squeezed his eyes tighter and opened his mouth, the wet must sliding in easily.

Nott pulled back and climbed off the taller boy, untangling the blanket from his legs. "Not hard?" The blonde felt his lip tremble and turned his head to the side, eyes now open, arms straight out along the floor. "That's alright, after all, it's not like you'll need to be." A whimper left pale lips as a tongue darted out, dipping into his navel, causing an involuntary shudder.

"You seem to forget Draco, we used to be lovers, even before Potter, I know your every sweet spot, every part of your body I touch can cause you pleasure. And you damn well know it." To prove his point he trailed his fingers up the pale calf, lightly kissing his knee. The whimpering boy let out a soft moan and closed his eyes.

He knew it was true. Theodore had been his lover from the fourth year until about two weeks before the kiss in the washroom, and again when he and Harry had split over the Christmas break. He let out a sharp groan when a bite was delivered to his thigh, followed by a tongue sliding up his leg and over his perineum.

A strangled gasp left the tall boy, back arching and his member began to twitch. Nott smirked and lightly bit, earning another yell. The blonde tossed his head from side to side, willing it to just go away. A kiss was placed on his scrotum before it was engulfed in a wet heat, light suction pulling the pleasure out of him. The darker haired man hummed around him before pulling back and sliding up the lithe body, hovering above trembling lips.

"See? Told you I knew your every spot didn't I?" The blonde reluctantly nodded, closing his eyes when the hands slid down his body, forcing his legs farther apart. "Just so you know-" a wet muscle ran along the outer shell of his ear before tugging at the lobe, kissing behind it. "I'm only using two." Pale eyes widened and a strange noise left the frightened boy's throat.

Nott sat up and unclasped his trousers, standing up and pulling both bottoms down, stepping out of them. He opened the side drawer of the night stand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Draco closed his eyes and gripped the sheets tight.

"On the bed Dray, I refuse to fuck on your floor." The blonde forced his body up and climbed onto his bed, eyes beginning to sting. Nott shoved him down on his stomach and forced him up on his kneed and forearms. He leaned forwards and pressed his tongue to the other boy's entrance, hearing a sobbing moan leave him.

The blonde forced the tears back, disgusted with his body's reaction. The slimy git's tongue slid in and his body bucked, eyes rolling. Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone, replaced with a lubed finger forcing itself past the tight ring. Draco let heavy breaths out through his nose, glaring at the pillow. A second finger forced its way in quickly and he yelped, squeezing his eyes shut, whimpering. The fingers moved and stretched him before pulling out, a slight sting left in its place.

His breathing picked up in a panic when he felt the much larger body part press against him. The blonde let out a hiss when the head breached him and continued a slow, steady slide, no adjustment along the way until it was buried to the hilt. Draco let out a pained cry, dropping his head between his forearms, forehead pressed into the mattress, eyes glued shut.

He gulped in air and tried to concentrate on something else. He let out a strangled cry when Nott began to move all too soon. He pulled back, causing a hiss to leave pale lips and pushed back in, the restraints still unadjusted. Another whimper left the young man as the speed picked up.

The darker boy groaned and thrust faster and harder. Draco felt a sob bubbling up at the burning pain, it was white hot and he felt dizzy. The blonde didn't even register his sobs and clenched the sheets, trying to force his body to relax. His vision began to get darker and he let another sob out, screaming when the hot seed spilled into him, burning against the raw inside.

The blonde's eyes rolled and his vision blackened, the pain winning over his conscious. He knew he fainted even as he was about to, feeling the other pull out. He opened his mouth and spoke, not sure as to what he said, then he was out cold, body shivering, blood along the sheets.

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Nott pulled out and heard the whimpered name from the blonde. "Harry." It was a pained whisper and the blonde passed out. Nott smirked and quickly dressed, covering the blonde and allowing the large oaf back in. Outside the bedroom door stood a snake like man.

"How did you punish him?" Nott kicked the door open and lead the dark lord into the room, pulling the covers off the blonde, face expressionless. "Acceptable. When he wakes, and you can, I want you to do it again. He will have it carved into his brain. Do it until he begs for death, and even then continue. At least four times a day." Nott's eyes widened. "If you can't manage four, find someone else to do the rest." The darker haired boy nodded.

"What about his parents my Lord?" red eyes looked at him in amusement.

"I will deal with them. Can you get it up again?" Nott shook his head no. "Alright, find something to use then, wake him and start again. Don't stop till he blacks." The brown eyed boy flinched but nodded, bowing to his master and searching the room. He found and old chair leg and transfigured it to a soft metal. He was to hurt him, not tear the guy open.

Grey eyes opened when a hand shook him. He yelped when his arse was forced up, an arm under his stomach. "Please." He croaked, tears starting again. The blonde felt something cold probe his entrance and screamed as it was roughly shoved in, withdrawing painfully.

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A man and woman with long blonde hair snapped towards their son's room, turning when they heard the scream. Their way was blocked by six other death eaters, smirks and glares amongst them. Narcissa covered her mouth and buried her head in her husband's neck, trying to tune out her sons screams.

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This continued for three day until the dark lord decided that the young man had learned his lesson. Narcissa walked briskly to her son's room, opening the door. Her stomach lurched and she ran to her son. He was beyond pale, lips going blue, terribly thin. The once white sheets had hardly any of the shade left, red adoring the majority.

She pulled the blankets over her son and walked to the desk grabbing parchment and scribbling a note before sending it off.

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Mr. Weasley watched as an elegant owl swoop towards their house, landing on the kitchen table, a thick package tied to its leg. He untied it and the bird took off. The front was not marked and he opened it.

To the C.O.

I had nowhere left to turn. My husband bends over backwards to please his Lord. No longer is he my Lord, not after what he did to my son.

Mr Weasley sat down; he knew automatically what this was. Narcissa Malfoy wanted to send it to Harry. He continued to read.

Three days ago is when it started. My so called husband showed the dark lord a picture of you and my son together in 'The Prophet' I have enclosed said picture. He was furious. My precious boy was put under the care of Theodore Nott and that's when we heard it. The screams. I was unsure what had happened, but I knew my baby boy was hurt. My husband did nothing. He stood there and nodded to the dark lord. He allowed my son to be hurt.

The screams finally ended today, his punishment is over. I walked into his room and was sickened. He had my son raped. Every scream, every four hours the first and second days, and twice today and it's only two in the afternoon.

I am unsure of what to do. I want to flee with my son but I know I can't. I will not put him in jeopardy. He is to be back to his 'duties' first thing in the morning. He will receive no lenience. I have decided when you have won this war, because I know you will I am leaving my husband unless he can prove himself worthy. He knew what was happening. He knew.

All together my son received his 'punishment' a total of 14 times. I am worried. He is pale, lips tinged blue, thin and fragile. He has not woken up in six hours, nothing we do will wake him. His breathing is shallow and his body bruised.

I need your help, please, you are the only one I can think of.

Please do not contact me, but do something, please,

N.B.

Mr Weasley paled and he dropped the letter and hung himself over the sink. His body retched and he splashed water onto his shocked face. The red headed man gripped the sink, conjuring a patronus, read the letter and sent it off.

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Harry was in the kitchen at his grandfather's old house. His head was in his hands. How was he supposed to find the locket? Hermione rubbed his back and Ron stood.

"That's dad's patronus!" They turned as Mr. Weasley's voice rang out through the room.

"Mr. Potter, I have some very disturbing news. I'd send the letter from Mrs. Malfoy but I am not positive if they are still watching the mail. Do not reply to this, and please, I do hope you are sitting.

This is the letter Mrs. Malfoy sent here for you . . ."

Harry paled and waited. He listened carefully, a gasp from Hermione, Ron, gripped his stomach and paled. Harry stood and shook.

"Harry! Do not do anything heroic! Please!" He threw a glare at her.

"He's my fucking boyfriend!" She flinched.

"HEY!" They jumped and looked at the fuming redhead. "Now I don't like Malfoy all that much and even I know that's wrong. I don't care what he is to you, if you go there and get captured we are all fucked! And do not yell at my girlfriend!" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell do you know? You don't understand." Ron straightened and walked around the table glaring down at him.

"The hell I don't! I know that if you go over there, fuck up and die we will all die! Why can't you see that?"

"He's having people rape and beat my boyfriend! What if it was Hermione! Are you saying you'd let them beat her to death just because you're the chosen one? What's the point in saving the world when the people you care about are going to die anyways? Huh? Would you save the world or Hermione?" Ron's eyes widened and he took a step back; the brunette girl had tears in her eyes.

"You can't put me in that position Harry-"

"Why the hell not? You're putting me in it! I never wanted this! I don't want to die! Do you? And I refuse to sit on my ass whilst that slimy shit head kills one of the only people who wants to fucking be with me in a relationship! I love him Ron, and if it were you or Hermione, I'd do the same damn thing!" he shoved Ron out of the way and stopped up the stairs, the portrait screaming

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I'M NOT LEAVING GET USED TO IT!" He yanked the curtains closed and stormed into his godfather's room, slamming the door shut and pacing. There was a quiet nock on the door and he stood up, yanking it open.

"You're right. I'd do the same thing if it was Hermione, but you would do the same thing I am if the positions were switched. You'd tell me, 'are you willing to give up all your friends and family just for that one person only to have their friends and family die to?'" Harry's gaze softened and he stepped aside, allowing his mate into the room.

"I-I just don't want to lose him, I need him. I love him Ron!" The redhead nodded and pulled the short boy in for a hug . . . a manly one even if they were crying . . . wait no they weren't crying, their eyes were just leaking. It needed to have 'repairo' casted on them, that's all.

"I know Harry but you can't risk it."

"Five minutes, you can even come, please? That's all I want. I won't even bring him here! I just have to see if he's ok!" Ron let go and sighed.

"I'll send Mr. Weasley a patronus." Hermione whispered from the door, quickly conjuring one. He turned and hugged her, kissing her cheek.

"Thank you for considering." Harry whispered. She nodded and began to speak a message to the redheaded father.

A/N: Remember my death will end in no more updates . . . besides; you guys love me . . . right? . hmm what's gonna happen next? Only one person can tell you that . . . Pillsbury dough boy. Yes that's right, I'm talking about my step dad.