"Alright, you can go see him. Come on," Malfoy said curtly, gesturing for Harry to follow. The door hung open behind the blonde, the hallway blissfully quiet now. Harry didn't think he could bear to hear anymore sounds of Ron's torture echoing throughout the house.
Malfoy led him down the hall to the darker end, which only made the trip feel more sinister as the light slowly faded the farther they got.
"Is he okay?" Harry asked nervously.
Malfoy paused momentarily, but only for a fraction of a second before he kept moving. "Yeah, he's fine. Greyback won't be back until tomorrow, so I'm putting you in that room tonight. Here," Finally turning to a door, Draco unsealed it and pushed it open. He gestured for Harry to go in. Harry walked inside and heard the door shut again, squelching as it sealed once more behind him.
"Ron," Harry said, shocked.
His best friend was laying on his side in the middle of the bed, just sitting there limply. He looked so vulnerable. His back was to the door that Harry had come in through, but he saw the body stiffen and then relax at his voice with what must have been recognition.
"Harry," Ron said. He had never heard his name said in such a worn-out voice, yet it hinted at relief as well. This, instead of comforting Harry, gave him an almost uncontrollable wave of rage.
"Christ," Harry said lowly. How dare that monster even fucking think about touching his friend? Well, it had sounded as though he had done more than just simple touching. Harry shook with anger and sat down on the bed to inspect the redhead. He had to know the extent of injury…had to know how much Greyback needed to suffer before the beast was killed in the most brutal way possible.
He reached out a hand to try and lift Ron's shirt to see the damage before a question cut through the silence, halting his movement.
"You okay?" Ron asked shakily.
Harry felt almost immediately the extreme guilt that had overtaken him in Malfoy's room earlier. Here Ron was, having been most likely brutally raped and tortured, probably beyond mental repair, and he wondered if Harry was okay. He was too ashamed to say that yes, he had had a wonderful shag at the hands of his worst enemy (other than Voldemort, that is), and how was yours? No, he couldn't do it. Sure, he hated Malfoy still with a passion, and it was deeply traumatizing to be raped by a previous schoolmate who had made every moment of his life difficult whenever the blonde was present, but it had been far from what Ron had most likely endured.
"Yeah," Harry said softly, shame radiating through him even more at his simple answer. He was a terrible person.
Harry then caught sight of Ron's neck and suppressed a gasp. It had bruises and bite marks all over it, one of which had a blood streak trailing from it that was beginning to dry. Harry reached over and lightly touched one of the bruises, hoping dearly that they were just shadows cast by objects in the room. But the room was already dark. As his fingers moved slightly across Ron's skin, he noticed four oddly shaped bruises lined up, almost like…like fingers…
Harry felt sick. The bastard had tried to strangle him.
With Ron's shirt riding up slightly, Harry's eyes drifted down to the exposed skin on his hip. He moved his hand to Ron's side and began pushing the fabric of the blue shirt up along his skin. He touched the band of the jeans too, meaning to push them down slightly, for he thought he saw the beginnings of more bruises. But when he felt Ron tense dramatically, looking as though he was close to flipping out, Harry pulled his hand back. He realized how intimate and weird his actions must have been, especially from his best mate. That, or his hands in those places brought back unwanted memories. Harry didn't want him to have to relive the experience in his head, so he resisted the urge to know what else Greyback had done to him.
"Are you…okay?" Harry's tentative voice said. It was all he could do now.
"Yeah," Ron said, too fast of a response to be genuine. Harry sighed sadly, not knowing what to do.
He lay down beside Ron on the bed, thinking of nothing else to do in the ways of comfort after an undoubtedly traumatic ordeal. Wrapping an arm around Ron, he could feel tears stinging his eyes as it all hit him at once. The screaming, the sobbing, the bruises…all of it was because of his stupid blunder at getting them here.
He sniffled pathetically, hoping Ron didn't hear him. But after a while, when he heard the quietest sob and felt Ron's chest convulse slightly with it, he knew Ron was crying too.
They both lay there, spooning on top of the covers, crying silently into the darkness. He felt wetness drench the blanket beneath his cheek. Harry couldn't stop his mind wandering to dark places as he cried furiously. He didn't know if his tears were more from sadness or from the anger that coursed through him. Harry knew he had a temper that was rather explosive at times, but this stupid werewolf had done this. This fucking scumbag loser cocksucker dick-face of a man had touched Ron. His Ron. The Ron he was closer with than anybody else, like a sibling, or so Harry liked to think, since Dudley had never offered much in the 'brotherly love' department. Ron was all he had, and now, because of Harry saying one measly name in the comfort of their tent, his best friend was damaged and broken. Because of him.
Harry cried harder now, but he did it silently. He couldn't fight this horrible feeling inside him. It was the terrifying realization that everyone he touched either died, or was severely maimed and then died. He was a bad omen. A person who, if you chose to even mildly acquaint yourself with him, numbered your days the moment you made that decision. He wondered why everyone didn't turn tail and run when they saw him coming down the street.
His bitter thoughts were interrupted by Ron's weak voice.
"He might come back," Ron said quietly.
Harry clutched at Ron's chest from behind him, yet he knew the statement was false.
"He won't, not until tomorrow," Harry tried to say reassuringly.
"Yeah but," Ron started, a hint of sadness in his voice. Harry could tell that he didn't really want him to go. "I don't want you here if he does. He…you don't want to be here."
Harry buried his forehead in the back of Ron's neck, hating the fear Greyback instilled in Ron, even now when he was gone. Harry would gladly face Greyback a hundred times if he knew it would make him leave Ron alone.
"I don't fucking care," he said harshly. He sobbed slightly, his tears not having disappeared. This was the worst.
"Okay," Ron said barely audibly.
They lay there in silence a long time, just breathing. Harry breathed in Ron's scent, which he had always secretly admired when he thought Ron hadn't noticed. His best friend was dead silent now, and it sounded as though his tears had subsided. But Harry's didn't. He felt horrible still, and he couldn't let it go just like this. If Ron or Harry died tomorrow, he at least had to let Ron know how terribly miserable he was. He couldn't hide it any longer, anyways.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry," Harry burst out between sobs. He didn't care anyymore if Ron heard them.
"What do you mean?" Ron's voice sounded confused as he looked around.
"I got us caught, even after you warned me! God, this is all my fault, and now you're – " Harry broke off, not wanting to remind Ron of what had just happened. He buried his head into Ron's neck again, still crying and saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" repeatedly.
"Harry, it's okay," Ron said, clearly trying to sound forceful but just sounding tired instead. "I know it was just an accident. And it's not your fault, it's that fuck Greyback's fault."
Harry hugged him closer, as if Ron might pull away and start yelling. He wished he would.
"I just – "
"Harry," Ron voice sounded firm now, "you can't go blaming yourself for this. Now shut the fuck up."
Harry laughed slightly as the tears slowed their pace and his cheeks glistened in the moonlight. Of course it was his fault, but knowing that Ron wasn't angry made Harry feel just a bit better.
"Potter. Potter."
Harry turned over lazily, his eyes opening ever-so-slightly. His arm slid slowly off of Ron's side as he did. The redhead was snoring lightly. Well, some things never changed, no matter what the circumstances.
"Wassamatter?" Harry slurred, bewildered. It was a regular occurrence whenever he woke up to be confused.
"Potter, come on," a pale hand was offered in front of his face. He realized that it was in clear focus, which never happened when he woke up. His glasses usually either fell off when he was asleep, or he took them off to prevent them from being broken. It took Harry's tired brain a few moments to realize that he didn't need them anymore.
"Wah?" Harry said drowsily, rubbing his glasses-free eyes with one hand.
"Oh, for god's sake," he heard an exasperated voice and saw a blonde head bend down towards him. Malfoy, of course.
Harry was dragged to his feet and half-carried out the door. His tired legs finally managed to start working and he stood on his own now, shaking Malfoy off.
"What's the hurry? Where are we going?" Harry asked through a yawn.
"We have to go back to my room now," Malfoy said simply, dragging Harry by the arm down the hall. Harry resisted, pulling back.
"Why? I want to stay with Ron," Harry said, realizing too late that he sounded whiny.
Malfoy didn't answer, but tugged harder, making Harry stumble on the carpeted floor. He shoved Harry into his room and sealed the door. Malfoy sounded almost as though he had breathed a sigh of relief, which Harry had never heard before.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, knowing it could be nothing good.
Malfoy hesitated, not saying anything.
"Is…is he back?" Harry asked hollowly, feeling his stomach tighten.
"…yes."
Harry ran a hand through his own hair, closing his eyes. Ron had barely recovered from last night…
"I guess I should go and…I'm supposed to greet him with my parents, I think. Just go back to bed or something," Malfoy said flatly, turning to leave.
Harry sat down on the bed, eyes still closed. He knew there was nothing he could do, and he hated himself for it. He heard the lock click after the door had closed, locking him in. He flopped backwards, accidentally into the enormous expanse of pillows that engulfed him slightly as his weight pushed on them. Harry sighed hopelessly, looking up at the ceiling.
Harry jolted awake. He didn't even remember falling asleep again, and chastised himself for being able to do so right after he found out that Ron would most likely be put through hell for a second time, and only in a few minutes. Harry wondered if it had already happened. Perhaps the sleep had come as a subconscious wish to not be fretting the entire time Ron was in peril, Harry thought. He briefly wondered what had woken him.
But his unspoken questions were answered in a way he hoped they hadn't been.
He heard a whining noise come from down the hall. It was slightly muffled by the locked door before him, but Harry knew what it was. Even with the obvious miserable tone the noises carried, Harry was able to recognize his best friend's voice.
Malfoy hadn't sealed the door, he had just locked it.
"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?" Harry heard a growling voice say. He closed his eyes. That voice sounded scary from here. He felt nauseated as he heard Ron's voice next, breathless from exertion.
"N-no!"
Harry pulled his knees to his chest.
"What was that?"
A sharp cry of pain. Harry could feel his hands shaking, so he wrapped his arms around his legs to stop them.
"Fuck you!" he heard Ron scream back. The desperation in his voice was noticeable.
Harry dropped his head to his knees, hiding his face from no one in the room.
"Don't, Ron," Harry pleaded quietly.
It was obviously too late, for he heard more cries of pain as Ron was most likely punished for his outburst. Harry felt completely helpless, hearing screams that he couldn't answer to. He got up and started pacing the room desperately, angry tears forming in his eyes. His hands were clenched into fists.
Suddenly, the door opened, and he could hear the horrible sounds more clearly than before. Harry looked up quickly, his eyes glistening with tears. It was Malfoy.
"Stop him," Harry begged. He turned his head, scrubbing a hand on his face in frustration, if not also to hide his desperate expression.
"Have – have you heard – ?" Malfoy said, looking shocked.
Harry nodded, closing his eyes tightly again and clenching a fist in his now-sandy-colored hair. Ron's screams were getting weaker, which worried him even more.
Malfoy said nothing else, but closed the door. With a squelch, the noises were cut off completely. Harry didn't know if he preferred it that way or not. He sat down on the bed again, wishing his damn hands would stop.
It was a few hours that Harry sat there, among what felt like hundreds of pillows as his only company. He had grown rather attached to a small one, roughly the size and shape of a Quaffle, though not as hard or impressive. It reminded him of Quidditch, and the feel of the bright red leathery ball as it thudded into his hands after a pass during practice. It was no Snitch, of course, but it would do. He threw it in the air and caught it again to pass the time, wishing he could be flying as he did so.
After that, he wandered aimlessly around the room, looking at the chairs and fancy décor. He hadn't realized, while he was being sexually assaulted, how large the room actually was. It seemed to have its own sitting area, a desk with numerous books spread across it, the gigantic bed, and even a door which led to what Harry discovered was Draco's own bathroom. It, too, was huge. White tiles that reflected strangely as he walked in gave him the impression that the whole thing was made of diamonds. He snorted. It probably was, for all he knew.
But his eyes fell on the grand shower, and he felt excited. It seemed rather tragic, actually, as Harry didn't know how long he had gone without a shower in an actual bathroom. Streams and cleaning charms were the best one could do with in the middle of forests and other wild places. Assuming that it would be okay, and not really caring if it wasn't, Harry stripped off his clothes quickly. He turned the tap on and almost made a noise of glee as he saw actual steam rolling from the shower. Hot water. Blissful, wonderful, hot water.
Not being able to stand it anymore, Harry stepped into the shower. His toes curled under as he smiled slightly at the warmth cascading over him. It was amazing the little things one took for granted. Even at the Dursleys' Harry had been allowed showers, though they were rushed and after everybody else's, of course.
Harry washed his body with what felt like the most expensive soap he had ever used, and which tingled as it touched his skin. It was probably charmed with a deep-cleaning spell or something, Harry thought. He felt the water run down his back and also felt a twinge of some emotion within his stomach as he realized he needed to wash away the results of Malfoy's 'attack' from yesterday. Slowly, he reached down and applied the soap there too, as well as he could, anyway. He thought he shouldn't be so embarrassed, since he was alone, but the mere fact that he had to be so thorough in such a private place made him feel humiliated.
He let the water rinse the soap away and looked around for shampoo, finding a shining bottle of some sparkling liquid. Harry paused, for it didn't look very shampoo-like. What shampoo had gold-flakes floating around in it? But, it was the only other bottle there, so it had to be. Damn rich bastards, Harry thought. Even their cleaning products contain gold. Ignoring the fact that he was also technically 'rich', he squeezed some of the liquid onto his hand and lathered it into his hair. It too tingled, cleaning his sandy brown hair to the roots. Trying not to get too relaxed and sleepy, Harry finished with his scrubbing and rinsed away the evidence of the shampoo suds.
Just as the last of the bubbles slid off his body, he heard the door to the giant bathroom open. Harry froze, wondering if he was in trouble, but all he heard was a shuffling sound. No yelling or demanding him to declare himself. As he stood frozen, letting the hot water splash onto his shoulder, he heard a body's footsteps move closer and panicked. What if it wasn't Malfoy? And what if it was? Well, he would probably be told off sooner or later…
The door to the large shower slid open and Harry yelped. He covered his exposed dick, wondering why the hell the person was coming in.
In the opening to the shower stood an equally naked Malfoy. Unlike Harry, he was not shy in the slightest at displaying his body. Harry's eyes, despite his better judgment, flitted down to rest briefly on Malfoy's manhood, which was clearly erect. Harry narrowed his eyes at the blonde's face, grey meeting blue.
"Get out!" Harry said, waving the hand that wasn't covering his penis.
Malfoy smirked and closed the shower door behind him. Harry looked on incredulously.
"What – what are you doing?" Harry asked, a little less firmly than his last statement. He inched back a bit, bringing him closer to the flow of the water.
"Don't be an idiot, Potter," Malfoy said flatly, rolling his grey eyes slightly. He moved forward. Harry noticed that the pale face was flushed slightly, as though he had been running.
Harry gulped as he saw the telltale signs of arousal. Erection, pink cheeks. Oh god, not now…
"Don't," Harry said fiercely as Malfoy bared down on him. He looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with those cold, silvery orbs.
Malfoy said nothing, but pulled Harry around so that his back was against Malfoy's chest. He could hear the blonde's uneven breathing against the back of his neck. Harry felt a hand reach around and –
"Stop!" Harry said, grabbing the wrist that was inching towards his own hand, which was still covering himself.
"Shh," Malfoy hushed shortly. It was more of a warning than a soothing sound.
The persistent hand wrenched out of Harry's grasp and grabbed his other hand, pulling it away from shielding his privates. Despite Harry's protests, Malfoy wrapped his hand around the shaft of his penis and began stroking it slowly. Harry felt a sharp nip on his neck, telling him to be quiet.
Harry made a noise of protest and turned his head, wishing he were anywhere but here. He could feel his cock getting hard. Damn Malfoy and his fucking talented hands…
"I hate you," Harry muttered bitterly.
Malfoy turned him around then and pushed him forcefully against the tiled wall of the shower. Harry could feel Draco rutting softly against him as he stood there helpless, feeling the erection pressing into his own. Harry looked anywhere but up at that stupid face with that stupid blonde hair. He had been having such a nice time before Malfoy felt the need to ruin it…
Draco reached around behind Harry, who knew what was coming. He felt Malfoy's water-slicked fingers enter his arse, and Malfoy continued to bite at his neck and push his groin repeatedly against Harry's.
Harry felt his breath quicken as Malfoy pushed deeper, obviously searching for that spot that made Harry more persuadable whenever it was touched. His humping pace became faster, and Harry felt as though he were some piece of furniture that an amorous dog had found. Malfoy was impatient this time, clearly.
With two fingers shoved up his arse and a randy blonde rutting him against the wall, Harry had no means of escape at the present time. He was tired, and it wasn't as though his fighting it would bring him any better circumstances. But still he struggled, pushing on Malfoy's shoulders and telling him to back off, which he ignored. He instead pumped his fingers in and out of Harry faster, and Harry felt a twinge as, once again, that spot inside betrayed him. Harry groaned slightly, feeling a shiver run over his body as his breath quickened. He could feel Malfoy smirk briefly into his neck before nipping at it once more. He added another finger hastily, making Harry wince.
It seemed Malfoy was tired of waiting. The blonde pulled his fingers out of Harry again, gently but quickly. He bent slightly, his wet blonde hair tickling Harry's shoulder, and Harry felt hands on the back of his thighs. His breath hitched as he felt them being lifted and Malfoy guided Harry's legs to wrap around the toned waist. Harry felt Malfoy's cock resting in the crook of his arse as he was centered. Grimacing, he waited for the inevitable.
Malfoy pushed himself into Harry's arse, groaning as he did from pleasure. Harry whined, feeling himself stretch painfully at the intrusion. Draco reached between Harry's spread legs, which were clinging to Malfoy to keep him suspended, and grabbed his erection again. Harry felt those long, thin fingers move up and down his shaft, no doubt trying to distract him from the pain. Feeling himself slipping down the wall slightly at the absence of one of Draco's hands to hold him, Harry hated himself as he slowly brought his arms up to wrap around the back of the blonde's neck. He closed his eyes tightly so as to not have to look at him, hoping the idiot wouldn't take the tender position as his consent.
Malfoy pulled out slightly and thrust up into Harry, his breath now slightly ragged against Harry's neck.
"God, Potter, you're so fucking good," Draco whispered seductively. Harry could hear the loud patter of the water, but Malfoy breathing filthy things into his ear overpowered any other sound and sent a chill down his spine.
His hand continued its ministrations to Harry's cock, and the blonde began a steady pace of thrusting. It didn't take him long to find Harry's sweet spot, which caused him to cry out as the erection inside him pushed against it repeatedly in time with the strokes of that experienced hand.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed breathily. He panted, tilting his head back against the white-tiled wall, eyes still closed. Malfoy nipped lightly at the skin on his cheek, then turned his head to moan next to Harry's ear.
"Yeah," Malfoy breathed, seemingly unable to restrain his thoughts. He pounded into Harry faster, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.
Harry whimpered once more as he felt that jolt of pleasure shoot up into his body again and again while Malfoy kept hitting that spot. His stomach burned with the pleasure coming from his groin as well, the blonde not having ceased his firm stroking of Harry's cock.
"Uhh," Harry sighed, turning his head. His face was flushed and his body was extremely heated, despite the water still falling onto their exposed flesh as Malfoy fucked him vigorously. He continued to whine breathlessly, beginning to feel that overwhelmed feeling again like he had last night. The feeling of too much pleasure all at once. He jerked slightly down against Malfoy's pushing up into him, meeting each thrust to try and ease his frustrated sexual arousal.
"You like it Harry, don't you?" Draco said teasingly between his heavy breaths.
Harry grunted, not meeting his eyes. He felt a blush creep up on his cheeks, which were already tinged pink from the exertion of it all.
"Don't you?" the blonde breathed into his ear. Harry didn't answer, but continued to work against Malfoy's thrusting. He didn't know when his fingers had threaded through that pale blonde hair, but he wished they hadn't. It probably only encouraged the git. But Harry knew now that he would regret it if they stopped at this point. He was too far gone.
"Say it," Draco whispered, thrusting extra hard against Harry, making him grunt.
"Stop," Harry snapped. He wished Malfoy would just shut up and quit trying to embarrass him.
"Do you want me to stop, then?" Malfoy asked in mock concern. He bloody well knew the answer. Git.
"No," Harry mumbled quietly.
"Sorry?" Draco said, smirking against his skin. "Didn't catch that."
Harry glared at the shower wall behind the blonde. His ear was right next to Harry's face, so bull shit he didn't hear it.
Draco ground into him particularly hard, making Harry tense as he felt the extreme pleasure that came with the action.
"No!" Harry gasped, clenching his eyes shut, embarrassed. His cheeks held a steady blush now.
"Then do you like it? When I do this to you?" Draco said in a low voice. He ground hard again, making Harry moan.
"Yes," Harry said quietly.
"Say it," Draco whispered again, directly against his ear. He was so close, his chest heaved from his efforts and it was almost flush against Harry's.
"I – I like it!" Harry said breathlessly, feeling another prolonged shove against that wonderful yet treacherous spot inside him.
"Mmm," Draco moaned, burying his face in the crook of Harry's neck. Harry felt his pace quicken again.
Malfoy put his hands down on Harry's hips to hold him steady, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Harry's arse. He began pounding harder, pushing Harry's back against the wall repeatedly with more force. Harry began to cry out as he felt those jolts of pleasure run up him with each thrust.
"Ah! Ah!" Harry shouted, clutching at the blonde hair. It probably hurt Malfoy, but he didn't care, it felt too good and he had nothing else to do with his hands. Plus, Malfoy didn't seem to mind, seeing as how he was moaning breathlessly into the crook of Harry's neck as he slammed into him.
"Fuck," Draco breathed, renewing the stroking of Harry's cock in time with his thrusts. He was rather wild with his actions, meaning he was close to losing it.
"Oh," Harry gasped, turning his head to the side. He felt heat in his lower region, an insistent burning that was creeping up on him.
Harry heard Draco whispering shocking things again, things Harry had never heard anyone utter before.
"Harry, I'm gonna come so hard inside you," Draco said breathlessly next to his ear, his unoccupied hand coming up to tangle in Harry's wild hair. Harry felt his eyes widen as he heard the obscenities continue. "Feeling your tight arse just makes me want to fuck you harder."
Harry groaned, severely turned on despite himself. How could he say this stuff? Harry blushed just hearing it, but the blonde showed no signs of embarrassment as he whispered the dirtiest thing Harry had ever heard.
Malfoy moaned, moving hard against him, "I know your hungry arse wants it Harry, so take it deep."
The blonde thrust particularly hard as he breathed his last obscene phrase. Harry groaned at this, dropping his forehead to Malfoy's shoulder. He couldn't take it…
Clutching at the sandy locks, Malfoy moaned into his neck incoherently, and Harry felt the heat in his midriff increase with each stroke of his cock and each pound of Draco's hips into his. Harry panted heavily and whined against Draco's skin. His breaths became shorter as the pressure built up behind his cock…
Harry cried out, jerking his head back against the wall as he came. Malfoy's stroking hand stayed steady and his thrusting continued through the orgasm. Harry's semen flooded over Draco's fingers and stomach. As Harry convulsed, his arse tightened around Malfoy's cock inside him, which is why Harry heard his breathing hitch and felt his thrusts become slow and deliberate. Draco rode out his climax as Harry tried to recover from his own. He felt warmth flood inside him while Draco came, long and hard.
Finally, Draco slowed to a halt, breathing heavily and dropping his forehead to Harry's shoulder. He still held him up against the wall as the blonde seemed to try and calm down, the water flowing onto their naked bodies as they were still under the shower. Harry could see the result of his orgasm wash away from Draco's midsection. With a grunt, Malfoy pulled out of him and let Harry stand on his own two feet again, though his legs were considerably shaky now.
Without another word, the blonde boy left, still naked and wet.
Harry stared after him, slightly offended. That was it? He interrupts Harry's shower, fucks him into the wall, reverses all the cleaning he just did, and then leaves without saying anything? Then Harry felt embarrassed, for he sounded like a woman.
He leaned against the wall for a moment to catch his breath. After a while, his thoughts finally organized enough for him to move.
Sighing, he grabbed the soap bar again. He felt even more embarrassed and slightly disgusted as he felt Draco's cum leak out of him with the running water. He tried to wash as best he could, but his awkward fingering and the deep-cleaning soap could only do so much. He thought, frustrated, that if he had his wand, he could just charm it away. But no, he was stuck here, getting fucked in the arse by a dick. Yes, in every sense of the word.
Scrubbing his arms with a bit more force than needed, he seethed at Draco silently. Bastard, just taking what he wanted and leaving. Who the hell does he think he is? Next time, Harry would be ready. Next time, he wouldn't be caught off guard, and he would leave that bloody git with something to remember him by. Like a smashed testicle.
Smirking evilly as he got out of the shower, he looked around for his clothes. He had left them on the floor…so where were they?
Fucking. Blonde. Arsehole.
"Draco!" Harry bellowed at the closed bathroom door. He didn't doubt that the whole house could hear him if their door hadn't been sealed. "Give me my clothes!"
He heard a light chuckle in the other room and wouldn't have been surprised if flames shot from his eyes. He hated that bastard. Throwing the door open, Harry stormed to the middle of the room. Draco sat on the huge bed, smirking at him as he stood there, naked.
"Where are they?" Harry shot at him furiously.
"Don't know," Draco said simply. He twirled his wand between his fingers absently.
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"What am I supposed to do, then?"
"Stay like that," Malfoy smirked again. He laid down, the pillows nearly engulfing him as he did so.
Harry stood, staring incredulously.
"Just – just be naked?" Harry shouted.
"Yeah."
"Fuck you!"
"Well, if you say so," Malfoy made to get up again, but Harry threw out an arm, holding a hand up.
"That's not what I bloody meant and you know it!"
He was breathing heavily again, though this time for different reasons.
"I wonder what Weasley will think when he sees you like that," Draco taunted.
Harry felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. Figures the blonde git could hone in on his weaknesses so well.
Draco looked at him, a disbelieving smirk gracing his features now. Boy, he was quick.
"No way," Malfoy said slowly.
Harry looked away from him, blushing harder. What was he, some shy little girl? How come he didn't just shrug and laugh it off like all the other taunts from people about Ron being his 'boyfriend'? How was it that Malfoy always made him so embarrassed about everything? He curled his hand into a fist, ready to punch that stupid grin off Malfoy's face.
"You and Weasley?" Draco said, clearly about to burst out laughing.
"No!" Harry snapped, face a steady pink. "We haven't – we aren't – "
"But you want to?" Malfoy asked, eyebrow raised.
"N – I – we're just friends!" Harry finished lamely.
"That wasn't my question."
"We're just friends," Harry repeated, eyes narrowing.
Harry wasn't glad that Malfoy seemed to care enough to press the subject, for he wasn't even really sure himself about that matter. He had never really thought about Ron's short coppery red hair that shone in the sunlight, or the tiny little freckles that sprinkled across his cheeks so delicately, or the way he looked, all sweaty after practice in the changing rooms, rippling muscles glistening like some sort of –
Perhaps he had thought about it once or twice. But no more than friendly notice, he was sure. Just a healthy admiration of another man's body. Nothing to worry about…
Draco stood up and walked over to Harry. He seized Harry by the arm, throwing him unceremoniously onto the bed he had just occupied seconds ago so that he was looming over Harry now. He sat there, looking up at the blonde, still naked, by the way.
"What's up with you? For real?" Draco added warningly.
"You mean other than the fact that you just made me crush my left bollock?" Harry said, glaring.
Malfoy failed to stifle a laugh.
"Yes, other than that."
"Well, this tosser I'm living with won't give me my bloody clothes back, and I was thinking about smothering him to death with that pillow over there shaped like a Quaffle."
"Fine," Malfoy said huffily, turning away. "I suppose if you don't want to tell me, then you won't need your clothes for a few more days – "
"ALRIGHT FINE!" Harry bellowed, throwing his hands up. He didn't know how much more of the stupid blonde he could take. He was going mad, being tortured like this constantly. "I may have kind of thought about it once or twice, but it's not like I would ever do anything! There, you weirdo, happy? Is your life complete now, knowing this vital information?"
Malfoy smirked victoriously. He sauntered over and lay back down on the bed, this time next to Harry. His blonde head tilted up to look at him and he pointing across the room.
"Your clothes are on the chair over there. I had them washed."
Harry's eye twitched. They had been next to him the whole time?
Malfoy grunted as a pillow was shoved over his face, the naked weigh of Harry pushing on it with all his might. Despite his vulnerable position, Malfoy managed to push him off the bed and onto the floor. Smirking down at Harry, he lay back down, hidden by the fluffy pillows once more.
Mentally cursing the demon he was forced to share quarters with, Harry clambered to his feet and walked over to his clothes. After a while, each article of clothing was on its respective body part, and Harry felt a little better. At least Malfoy would quit looking at him so hungrily now. Didn't that guy have an 'off' switch?
Harry jolted awake.
He looked up at the ceiling, which was high and arched, yet managed to be dark and sinister at the same time. Looking to either side, Harry definitely noticed that he was not in Draco's room anymore. He tried to sit up, wondering how on earth he had gotten here. Unfortunately, when he tried, he noticed that his hands were once again bound behind his back.
Great, Harry thought. This never turns out to be a good thing.
Dark room. Tied up. Torture was most likely soon to follow.
He finally managed, with bound hands, to wiggle into a sitting position on the stone floor. His head didn't hurt, so he figured he hadn't been attacked or stunned or anything. But he really didn't think he was that light of a sleeper to be brought to a room like this without noticing. What the bloody hell was going on?
"Hello?" Harry asked into the darkness. Nothing moved or made an effort to answer. "Look, I'll – I'll give you whatever you want, just – just tell me what you want."
Er…what?
"Oh," said a sinister voice, "I believe you know what I desire."
Harry froze. He knew that voice. It was cold and high, like an icicle would sound if it could speak. He whipped his head around to find a pale white face and flaming red eyes staring at him from across the room.
"You – you're Voldemort?" Harry said. What the hell? Obviously.
"Sharp, aren't we?" the cold voice taunted. Harry saw what he guessed was a smile cross the ugly snake-face.
"W – what do you want?" Harry said fearfully.
Alright, something wasn't right. Harry clearly knew what he wanted. It was what he had always wanted. To see Harry suffer for having ruined his evil little life. So why was he asking? Why was he acting so fearful? He needed to stand up to this monster, even if the mere sight of that hideous face made it feel as though ice were flowing in his veins. He needed to be strong. Harry opened his mouth to put that snake in its proper place.
"Don't kill me! Please, whatever you want, take it, just don't kill me! Please!"
Well, so much for that.
"The Dark Lord does not take kindly to those who betray him," the lipless mouth formed.
"I didn't – "
But the rest of his sentence was cut off by a scream. Pain erupted throughout his body as he saw Voldemort, wand raised, laughing coldly down at him. Harry's hands were useless as his back arched on the floor. He didn't remember falling back again. He screamed harder than ever as the pain seemed to intensify somehow, though he wouldn't have thought it possible. It lasted ages, and as he writhed and cried out, a large snake could be seen, slithering towards him on the –
"Potter. Potter! Harry!"
Harry's eyes flew open. He looked up to see pale blonde hair and grey eyes staring back at him. It was after this that he realized he was still screaming.
He stopped and sat up, chest heaving. Looking around wildly, he realized he was in fact in Malfoy's room. Pillows surrounded them on the huge bed, along with a large green comforter and silky sheets that were pulled over him. He threw them off, for he was burning up and sweaty. He dropped his head to his hands, kneading his scar.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" asked Malfoy. He sounded concerned, which was quite out of his normal smug tone.
Harry waited until his breath returned to normal before he answered.
"Just…just saw him again," Harry said in a muffled voice, due to his hands being in the way still.
"Who?"
"Vol – er – you-know-who," Harry corrected himself quickly. That was what had gotten him here in the first place.
"You mean, like, a dream then?" Malfoy said, as though Harry were being stupid.
"No you moron," Harry snapped. Then he stopped, thinking of everything he would have to explain. He didn't really feel like sharing all too much about the link between his brain and the master Malfoy currently served. "Actually, yeah, that must have been what it was," he added unconvincingly.
"No no no," Malfoy said, shaking his head and looking stern. "What were you about to say?"
Harry sighed.
"I see what he does sometimes. I don't know what it is. This time he had someone in a room, I guess. He was torturing them, that's why I – why I woke up," Harry said. He didn't really want to draw attention to the fact that he had been screaming like a crazy person. "But I've never been the other person before…" he added.
"Wait, wait," Malfoy said, holding out a hand as an indication to slow down. "You…you see what he does sometimes? Through his eyes?"
"Yes," Harry said wearily. He didn't know if it was a good idea to be telling Malfoy this. "Well, I suppose if we're sleeping in the same room, you should know that it happens sometimes. Ron's gotten used to it. He says I speak in Parseltongue sometimes in my sleep too, but I don't think that's anything to – "
Malfoy sighed. "So…sometimes you wake up screaming, and other times you hiss all night in your sleep?"
"Sorry if my being here bothers you," Harry spat angrily. "I'll just go, shall I?"
Malfoy glared. "It's fine, just try and keep it at a minimum, yeah?"
"Oh, I'll do that. Gee, why didn't I think of it before? Could've saved myself three years of bad dreams," Harry said bitterly. He flopped down on the pillows again, pulled the covers over himself, and turned away from the stupid git. The blonde idiot had no idea what it was like…
Malfoy sighed again, and sounded as though it caused him a great deal of pain to utter, "Are…are you alright, though?"
"Yes," Harry said shortly, glaring at the bathroom door across the room. He could almost hear those grey eyes roll dramatically.
He heard Malfoy lay back down and settle into the bed. Then his cool voice broke the silence.
"Greyback should be gone for a few days. You can sleep with Weasley then, if you want."
Harry was shocked. He twisted around to see if Malfoy was actually joking. His face was blank.
"Thanks," Harry said, looking at him. "Wha – are you bloody naked?"
"Yes."
"And why, might I ask?"
"Why not?"
"Stay the hell away from me."