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Theodore Nott let himself into my enemy's room one day. Malfoy was doing homework in his bed, lying on his stomach. I thought I saw it wrong when Malfoy froze as Nott entered. I wasn't wrong.

Malfoy reached for his wand under the pillow, but failed to retrieve it. Nott was on top of him in a flash. He grabbed a fistful of Malfoy's hair and jerked it backwards, and his other hand had grabbed Malfoy's wand arm so forcefully I thought he was going to break it.

"But I'm bored out of my mind, and you promised," Nott hissed into my enemy's ear.

"I did no such thing! Let go! Argh!" Malfoy struggled against him, but he was in a disadvantageous position. He tried to kick backwards and fell flat on his face. At any other time I might have laughed at him, but right now I only saw someone being bullied and hurt, and I can do nothing but watch helplessly.

"Get the fuck off, Nott!"

But Nott only turned him on his back and started punching his chest. He landed blow after blow, and soon enough Malfoy was completely immobilised. I desperately wished Nott was now satisfied and would leave, but what he did next just petrified me.

He began ripping Malfoy's clothes off. I wanted to punch the hungry look out of his eyes. But I couldn't, I didn't, and I watched him take my enemy.

Nott forced his lips on Malfoy's, pinning him under his full weight. Wherever his teeth nibbled, the skin breaks, and wherever he touched, he bruised him.

"Stop fighting, Draco." But Malfoy clawed and bit. Every ounce of energy focused on resisting, futile. It just wasn't enough. I wish now Malfoy wasn't so thin, so delicate.

I saw Nott bringing one hand between Malfoy's legs. His robes covered most of Malfoy's lower body, but after a while I could make out my enemy's manhood growing between them. My heart broke when Malfoy gave up fighting and started begging him to stop.

"You say that, but you don't really want me to stop," Nott's hand then moved to firmly grasp Malfoy's erection. The blond arched his back, groaning. "You like this."

I watched Malfoy dig his nails into his attacker. Nott didn't even bat an eyelash. My enemy started to whimper. Stop it, please...

If I wasn't a stuffed dolphin, Nott would be dead.

But I was a stuffed dolphin, and Nott was alive with lust and dark magic. Malfoy tensed and whimpered underneath him as Nott pounded inside him, never letting up, never relenting. I watched, pathetically, until Nott released into him and they both fell, exhausted, Malfoy more so.

"You should be thanking me, Draco. I'm the only one willing to sate your devious desires." Nott said to him, merciless even in his speech, before he finally left the room.

Malfoy laid motionless, exposed and covered in bruises and ink. For a moment, I feared the worst, but soon he turned on his side and curled into himself, wincing as he did.

I wanted for the first time in my life to be able to comfort Malfoy then. But all I could do was watch again as he fell asleep.

When he awoke the next morning, I nearly broke down crying; the bruises looked much, much worse. Malfoy took his wand from under the pillow and limped into his bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He was still in the shower when I heard a knock on the other door. "Malfoy, we're coming in. You best be decent!"

A tall, dark boy opened the door and poked his head inside. I recognised him as Blaise Zabini. Someone pushed him from behind into the room before entering himself. It was Theodore Nott.

I sent prayers to the heavens for Malfoy to have heard them, and choose to stay in the bathroom until they give up and left. I hope they will give up.

"What in Salazar's name happened here?" Zabini asked no one in particular, surveying the mess on the bed in shock.

"Nervous breakdown, probably. Draco hasn't had a girl in ages." Nott answered condescendingly.

Oh how I wish I could wring him dry of his blood right now.

"See if you can't coax him out of the shower, Blaise."

Zabini nodded and went for the bathroom door. He knocked before calling into the wood, "Draco, it's us. Let's finish up Potions today."

Please, please don't listen to him.

If I still had any blood, it would drain from my face then, as Malfoy opened the door, towel-clad.

"What time is it?" Malfoy asked, surprisingly calmly, having caught sight of Nott at the other side of the room.

"What. The. Fuck." Zabini eyed him up and down and up again, mouth agape as he took in the bruises on his shoulders and midriff, and what could not be mistaken for anything else than bite marks.

"Merlin, Draco, I said get a girl, not a bloody werewolf!" Nott exclaimed, feigning ignorance.

If I still had any blood then, it would boil.

Malfoy shrugged, which made him wince slightly. "They're obviously human bites, Nott. I did get a girl. A pathetic sadist who needs to feel better about their pathetic self by hurting others."

Nott visibly stiffened at this, and for the first time in my life, I was cheering Malfoy's snide comment.

"Which feisty babe was it?" Zabini asked, grinning.

"Some Hufflepuff, I don't remember her name." Malfoy answered.

"Well, we'll leave you to get dressed then. The common room, in 5." Nott cut in and beckoned to Zabini.

He let the dark boy lead, turning back to Malfoy and mouthed, "you're gonna pay for that."

Malfoy waved his wand then, smashing the door in Nott's face.

Malfoy was gone for most of that day. I was left again to dwell on my thoughts. So Malfoy was a closeted gay, but there must be a bigger reason to cover up what Nott did to him, because what he did was beyond horrible. Was he... No. Could he be? Draco Malfoy, a masochist? No... No, he really hated it when Nott... No.

When Malfoy returned that night, he was clearly exhausted. I watched him in the mirror as he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He collapsed into the bed, but did not immediately fall asleep.

He was talking to the teddy bear again.

"That Nott must be a Gryffindor. The nerve of him! Fucking bastard! What the fuck would he know? It's not my fault I feel different! And he has no right! Fucking idiot!"

I wanted to shout my agreement, but, well.

Gradually, Malfoy's angry rants subsided into silent sobs. My, erm, pitiable enemy was crying himself to sleep. He took the teddy bear and buried his face in it. "You smell a lot less like her now," he told the teddy bear, "I don't like that." He put it aside again and pulled me into his arms instead.

I felt complete, somehow. It must be a stuffed dolphin thing. Stuffed animals are made for cuddling, so fulfilling that purpose must be the reason I feel content at the moment.

Although I didn't sense it, I knew the moment Malfoy breathed me in. "Hmm. Your owner has very strange taste in perfume. You smell... Musky."

That's because I don't have an owner who wears funny perfumes, Malfoy. I'm Harry Potter.

Malfoy soon fell asleep.

The next day was the first day of the term after Christmas break. People would soon notice my absence.

When Malfoy returned from the piano room that night, he had two more stuffed dolphins with him.

"Look what I found!" he told me brightly, before setting down my kin on the bed with me. To my great relief, I could hear them talking!

"Why couldn't you have just taken my word for it, Ron?" the she-dolphin yelled, frustration dripping from each word.

"How was I supposed to know it was cursed?" the other he-dolphin bit back, like a petulant child.

"Hermione? Ron?"

Author's Notes

Well that escalated quickly.