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, Phoenix/Alexis, Danny/George, Bill/Fleur, Arthur/Molly, Alex/Colin and possibly more later.
. . . Story Begins. . .
"I'll send Mr. Weasley a patronus." Hermione whispered and conjured one. He turned and hugged her, kissing her cheek.
"Thank you for considering." She nodded and began to speak a message to the redheaded father.
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Mr. Weasley sat at the table thinking. His wife was out shopping with Ginny, Bill and Fleur going with them. Noah, Mike, Alex and his twins were in Fred and George's room. Danny, Anasks, and Charlie where his Charlie's room.
A patronus landed on the table and he jumped, yelping when he fell back.
'Mr. Weasley, it's Mione, He's going crazy. He requests five minutes with him. Wont back down either. Red and I will go with if you consent. Straight to Blondie's room. Send a reply or we go regardless.
Love Mione.'
Mr. Weasley sighed. She did say to do anything. This was reckless but if it had been Molly he would need to do the same thing. He conjured his patronus quickly and sent it off. The redheaded man sighed and picked up the envelope, tipping it upside down, the photo finally falling out. He picked it up his eyes widened, turning it over on the table.
"Well, that's something I could have gone without seeing." When it was over he'd give it to Harry.
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Ron stood up and walked quickly with Harry to the fire place. Hermione sat back on the couch and watched carefully.
"Remember," She said sternly, "Five minutes, no more." They nodded and stepped into the fire place, nervousness etched on their face.
"Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy's bedroom!" The flames engulfed them and she covered her mouth, waiting.
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They stepped out of the fireplace, a wand at their throat.
"Oh thank god!" It was lowered and they looked up at the worried blue eyes of Mrs. Malfoy.
"Where is he?" Harry asked, anger still coursing through his veins. A pale hand pointed to the right and he turned, a strangled cry leaving him.
"Holy shit!" Ron hissed paling and turning away. Harry dashed to the bed, climbing onto the sheet, running his hands over anything he could reach, arm, hip, shoulder, neck and into his hair. The lips parted and a groan left them, lids squeezing.
"Draco?" Harry whispered into the pale ear. Nothing happened. "Please wake up, please!" He kissed the ear, a whimper leaving him. "Please, please Draco, I-I need you, please."
"Heh, always the golden boy." His blonde said, voice hoarse, Narcissa gasped and walked over to the opposite side of the bed, watching them. Pale lids fluttered open and green eyes locked with grey and he leaned in, lightly brushing his lips to the others. "Why are you here?"
"I needed to see if you were alright." The blonde raised a bruised brow.
"Well, I'm not. I'm tired, sore and feel like shit you ponce." Harry chuckled and kissed him again.
"Well at least I know your brain still works if you can insult me." The blonde gave a small smile and pushed Harry onto his back, placing his head on the clothed chest. He pulled the blankets up higher to make sure his bottom half was still covered.
"One minute left Harry." Ron whispered. The brunette's eyes waters and the blonde head snapped up, causing him to wince.
"Your leaving me?" The voice was weak and the grey eyes widened, panic running through them. Narcissa closed her eyes and leaned back, praying.
"I don't want to, but I have to Dray." He turned to Ron. "Floo to your dads ask if we can get McGonagall to open the wards for him, just in case."
"I ca't leave you here Harry." Ron said sternly, not looking towards the bed, stomach queezy.
"Then floo call him." The red head groaned and crawled to the fire place.
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"Dad?" Mr. Weasley fell off his chair again, groaning and walking to the living room.
"Ron? What the bloody hell are you doing?"
"Harry needs a favour." Mr. Weasley sat down and looked at his son.
"What is it and I'll try."
"He wants McGonagall to open number 12s wards." Blue eyes widened.
"Absolutely not Ronald! Anyone could walk in!"
"Just long enough to bring Malfoy there. He needs immediate attention. Mrs. Malfoy should go to. Please dad." Mr. Weasley pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'll talk to Minnie. Now go." Ron nodded and retreated his head.
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The blue eyes boy brushed the soot off his face and stood worried and determined eyes on him.
"He'll talk to her. Where is everyone?"
"On a raid." Mrs. Malfoy whispered. The fire erupted and Mrs. McGonagall stepped out. Her eyes widened and she gasped at Mr. Malfoy.
"Mr. Weasley to the head quarters, take Mrs. Malfoy, the wards are lifted, two minutes. I will go after Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy." Ron stepped into the fire place.
"Number 12 Grimmauld place!" He was consumed into the flames with Mrs. Malfoy. Harry ran to the far wall, grabbing Malfoy's robe and pulling it onto the pale body forcing the blonde to stand, a pained scream leaving bluish lips.
"Sorry, gotta hurry." Harry grunted, pulling them into the fire place before McGonagall threw the soot in and he yelled out the destination, the headmistress right behind him.
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Ron stepped through the fire place and was immediately attacked by a bush of brown hair.
"Hey Mione." She pulled back and stiffened.
"M-Mrs. Malfoy?" Said woman was looking around, a brow raised.
"Your head quarters is in my aunt's house?" They blinked.
"Ah, yea." The fire place erupted and Harry stepped through, Ron helping him manoeuvre Draco into a sitting position on the couch, McGonagall behind him. "Oh my god!" The brown eyes girl rushed forwards wand out running diagnostic spells. Mrs. McGonagall put her arm out in front of Draco's mother.
"He's not going to hurt him Mrs. Malfoy, she's checking the damages." The blonde lady pushed the arm out of the way to kneel in front of her son, a hand on his knee. Grey eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, Harry sitting next to him, pushing the strands of hairs out of the pale face.
"You alright?"
"You really need to stop asking that Potter." Harry flinched and took his hand away, the blonde pouted. "Don't stop." Green eyes smiled and he reached over, moving the hair again. Green light filled the room and wands were drawn. Mr. Weasley stepped through, followed by his twins, Ginny, Molly, Remus and Tonks. All of them paled and the pink haired girl stepped back tripping over the umbrella holder.
"Ow!" Remus was at her side in an instant, helping her stand. Molly ran towards her son and hugged him in a death grip.
"Mom, can't breathe!" She let go and he gasped air into his lungs before she moved to pull Hermione into a hug. Molly turned to Harry but stopped, a small smile grazing her face. The brunette boy had his nose nuzzled against a pale neck, one hand rubbing Draco's cheek, the other massaging his scalp. The blonde let out a content noise and relaxed.
"What the hell happened to him?" Fred asked, grabbing his stomach as it lurched. The blonde grunted at him and turned his head resting it against Harry's cheek, a light kiss delivered to his neck.
"The dark lord was . . . displeased with him." They looked towards the elegant woman, eyes wide.
"What did he do to him?" This time it was Ginny who asked, taking a seat on the floor. Tonks walked over to her aunt a small smile on her face. Mrs. Malfoy's eyes began to water and for the first time in a long while, she pulled someone that was not her husband or son, into her arms, hugging them.
"He was raped." It was the quiet voice of Mr. Weasley and Molly blanched, turning away from the Malfoys.
"Can I bring him upstairs?" Harry asked, head still in the crook of the other's neck.
"I'll help." Fred and George said in union. They took hold of the blonde's arms and brought him up to a spare room, Harry in toe. When they were up there and Draco was lying on the bed, robe still around him, Fred spoke.
"You may want to treat his wounds, or at least clean the blood. Best to do it with a cloth and hot water, the magic could sting." Harry nodded and they all left the room, Harry to the washroom to do as told and the twins down stairs. The brunette returned a moment later and sat beside the grey eyed boy.
Pale lids remained closed, a pained expression glued to his face. Harry undid the robe and pushed it to the side, a lump in his throat.
"I need you to sit up so I can remove your robe." The blonde nodded and the younger boy helped him sit, pulling the garment off his arms before laying the hissing boy back down. He dipped the cloth in the hot water and ran it along his boyfriend's chest.
Small cuts and bruises covered the chest and he put a little pressure to wipe away the dried blood. About ten minutes later the stomach was cleaned as well along with ghastly pale arms.
"I need to spread your legs." The blonde whimpered and nodded, hissing when his thighs were pushed apart. He shivered when a warm cloth ran up the inside of his leg and back down. It disappeared and returned warmer and continued to wipe the blood from him. Harry moved to the next leg and frowned.
"I'm sorry but in a while I'm going to have to turn you over." Draco's eyes shot open in fear. "I'm not going to . . . do anything . . . sexual to you. I swear it!" The blonde gave a curt nod before closing his eyes. "Uh Dray?" A grey orb cracked open. "You've got blood on your, eurm, should I, ah" He looked up blushing and received an amused smile.
"Yes you can clean the blood off." Green eyes dilated slightly and he cleared his throat, dipping the cloth in the hot water, charmed to remain hot, and lightly ran it along the blonde's lower regions. Throughout the whole 'punishment' he was never touched gently and couldn't help the slight excitement that ran through him.
Harry 'eepd' and pulled his hand away, a deep chuckle leaving the blonde. "Scared Potter?" The brunette smirked.
"You wish"