Bound by Hatred

WARNING: Very dark story.
Rape, humiliation, drugs, all manner of bad things.

DISCLAIMER: Everything is owned by JK Rowling. I am borrowing and perverting for no real reason.

BOUND BY HATRED


\"You look depressed, Potter. One would think your dog had just died.\"

Harry raised his eyes glumly from his glass of firewhiskey to see Draco Malfoy standing smugly above him. He indulged in fleeting thoughts of violence, but he figured the other patrons in the Leaky Cauldron would not appreciate it.

Instead of causing Malfoy the pain the other boy deserved, he asked resignedly, \"What do you want, Malfoy?\"

\"Oh, just the pleasure of your company,\" said Malfoy with a smirk.

Harry raised an eyebrow coolly. \"Getting lonely, with your old man in Azkaban and all?\"

He smirked cruelly as Draco\'s metallic gray eyes narrowed with fury. He took a deep gulp, unaware of the other boy\'s intent gaze following his every move. His head spun pleasantly; really he felt quite drunk, considering he was still nursing his first glass.

\"You think you\'re such a big man, don\'t you?\" Draco said with a sneer.

Harry rolled his eyes. \"This is tired. Just fuck off, Malfoy. I\'m not in the mood for you.\"

Draco glanced around with sharp gray eyes. \"It\'s funny to see you here alone. Your pathetic little Gryffindork fanclub\'s moved on to bigger and better things, eh?\" He watched intently as Harry took a deeper swig of his drink. \"Or maybe Mudblood and the Weasel ditched you to go shag in some corner.\"

Harry felt heat suffuse his cheeks; comprehension stole into Malfoy\'s expression, and the blonde boy grinned maliciously.

\"I\'m right, aren\'t I? Mudblood and Weasel have formed an unholy union and left you in the dirt,\" said Draco gleefully.

\"Go fuck yourself, Malfoy!\" Harry snapped, rising to his feet. A sudden wave of dizziness crashed down upon him, and he found himself sinking back down into his chair, palms flat on the table as he attempted to steady the whirling in his head.

\"Oh, you\'re partly right,\" Draco said viciously. \"I intend to fuck. Not myself, though.\"

Harry scrubbed his palms over his eyes, trying to shake off the whirling sensation. It was no longer pleasant. It was actually becoming a little nauseating; he was finding it hard to think.

\"Feeling a little dizzy, Potter?\"

Harry blinked heavily up at Draco, not liking the queer, unsettling smile on the other boy\'s face. He wanted to answer, but words suddenly seemed too heavy to speak, so he stared at the other boy silently.

\"You should,\" Draco said, a malicious smile creeping across his lips. \"I drugged your drink while you were still at the bar. My own concoction, really.\"

Harry\'s eyes fell to his goblet in alarm. His body could not seem to process the emotion, though, for he felt no corresponding burst of energy to enable his escape, or to allow him to call for help. He felt so exhausted, so heavy. His eyelids drooped. The world spun precariously around him.

\"Why?\"

The word barely escaped his lips. It was heavily slurred.

\"Because I hate you,\" Draco said, his entire expression radiating the honest emotion in his words. \"I hate you so much I can\'t sleep at night, I want to creep into Gryffindor and rip you to pieces.\" The blonde boy\'s voice shook with the force of his malice. He leaned closer to Harry, gray eyes glittering dangerously. \"I told you I\'d make you pay for what you did to my father. And in a minute, I\'m going to make some sweet little dreams come true. I\'m going to fuck you, Potter. I\'ll fuck you until you bleed. Until you scream.\"

The words triggered some instinctive panic in Harry, and he leapt to his feet. The world burst into little stars before his eyes and whirled like a storm; he tried to keep to his feet amidst the confusion, but unfortunately, his body did not seem to wish to cooperate and crumpled.

\"Whoops, there you go,\" Draco said loudly as he caught him, as though for the benefit of the other patrons. \"A little drunk,\" he said with a smile.

Draco\'s hands latched under his armpits, holding him up as his legs buckled beneath him and he sagged towards the floor. Harry\'s head suddenly felt too heavy to lift, so he let it drop, his neck bobbing listlessly up and down with each staggering step towards the staircase.

\"Don\'t feel too well,\" Harry muttered, almost to himself. The world blurred and wavered around him, and the edges of his vision were tinged with blackness.

\"You\'re going to feel a lot worse soon enough, Potter,\" Draco promised in a soft voice only Harry could hear.

Harry realized vaguely he should struggle, but his body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and his brain was too exhausted to work. He sagged passively in Draco\'s arms, forcing his limbs to move only when the boy urged him with a pinch of fingers digging into his ribs to lift one leg or the other, making their way unsteadily up the stairs.

When they reached the landing, he slumped bonelessly back against Draco, his head dropping back to the other boy\'s shoulder. Draco gripped him firmly around the waist, half-carrying, half-dragging him down the hallway that seemed to be tilting at odd angles. The other boy then propped him against the wall, holding him in place with the weight of his own body, as he fumbled with the lock of one of the doors.

Harry\'s heated skin absorbed the coolness of the wall. He noticed dimly Draco\'s erection pressed against the back of his thigh.

Somehow he was shuffled into the room, and deposited carelessly onto a bed. Harry felt grateful for the temporary reprieve and relaxed against the mattress, drifting gently through the haze in his mind. He felt the tug on his feet as Draco pulled off his trainers, then was vaguely startled when the world whipped about him as he was rolled onto his back.

Draco loomed before him, eyes intent, tongue peeking out of the edge of his mouth. He stared intently as he unbuckled Harry\'s belt, as though it were some particularly complicated potion. Cool air rushed around Harry\'s legs when the boy yanked his trousers and pants off, and his legs slumped back to the bed as Draco tore the offending garments away and tossed them across the room.

The other boy seemed to appear at his side in a fraction of a second, wrapping his arms around Harry\'s torso and propping him up against his own body, using his other hand to yank Harry\'s shirt above his head. Harry nearly slumped back down to the mattress, wanting nothing more than to sleep, but Draco held him up and pulled Harry\'s back against his still-clothed chest.

\"Let\'s see what you have down there, Potter,\" said a husky voice in his ear, and hands skimmed down over his chest, down to his crotch, wrapping around his cock.

Harry cried out weakly in protest, knowing somehow even in his confusion that this wasn\'t what he wanted. He lifted a trembling arm and dropped his hand onto the other boy\'s. His fingers had no grip, completely lacking the strength to wrap around the other boy\'s, much less to yank away the unyielding grip from his cock. He whimpered weakly in distress when the hand moved under his, stroking up and down his flesh, squeezing it gently, rousing it, massaging blood into its length.

Goosebumps prickled across his neck as he felt a warm tongue lick the back of his ear, lips suckling upon his ear lobe. Harry\'s mind grew relentlessly foggier; he found himself unable to remember how he\'d gotten here, whose hand was stroking and teasing his flesh. Arousal crept helplessly over him, and his body trembled against the one behind him. Small sounds left his lips without conscious volition. He felt the fingers playing with his member slow in their efforts, and moaned slightly at the loss.

\"You didn\'t think I\'d actually let you enjoy this, did you?\" hissed a vicious voice in his ear.

It was with confusion Harry felt the world upended again, and he found himself kneeling on the mattress, face buried in the plush sheets. He forced his head to the side so he could choke in air, as he felt his knees strain slightly where they rested, folded beneath his body, his still-hard prick protesting its neglect. He wanted to insinuate his hand between his body and the mattress to touch it, but found his arms too heavy to move.

Hands again, on his buttocks, massaging and spreading them. His mind was too confused to grasp what it was a precursor to, thus he yelped in shock when a wet finger suddenly pressed into his entrance.

He tried to voice his protest, but his words were slurred and unrecognizable as anything more than a groan. The finger felt terribly uncomfortable, a hot poker pressed right into his unaccommodating body, and pain lanced through him when it jabbed forward once, twice.

Harry squirmed away from it, only to feel an arm snake around his waist to hold him in place. The finger continued its relentless assault, and then suddenly a second crowded inside him.

Stop! The thought rang with clarity through the turbulence of his mind, but again manifested itself only as a pained moan.

\"I\'m going to fuck you, Potter. I\'m going to shove my prick right up your ass. All of it, crammed right into here.\" The fingers stabbed again into him to punctuate the point.

The arrogant voice sounded vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn\'t quite place it. His rectum burned with the relentless attack, but even so, he felt his mind slowly drifting away as another finger pressed in.

They withdrew all at once, and Harry felt hands flip him over onto his back. His head lolled to the side, his eyes drifting closed. On his back. The spinning darkness behind his eyelids slowly overcame him.

Hands grasped his ankles, pulled them up, hoisting them over robed shoulders. His tendons cried in protest when the person leaned over him, pinning Harry\'s knees against his chest. His glasses were abruptly snatched from his nose, and he blinked into the increasingly blurry room. His vision was completely cloudy, cloudy just like his mind…

The awful, agonizing feeling of his rectum being split in half jolted him from the blurry haze.

Harry\'s scream was muffled by a sweaty hand clamped over his mouth; he bucked away from the terrible pain, jerking his head back and forth in a frantic attempt to escape the smothering hand.

\"Easy, Potter.\"

He knew that voice. Malfoy.

The sneering voice had laughter in it, and Harry\'s fuzzy brain attempted to sort through the horrible pain and the terrible, oppressive feeling of being trapped. He felt Draco\'s heated body jerk against him, and agony lanced through him; it was as though he were being impaled. He screamed into the hand and fought to get away from the terrible feeling. Another jerk and more pain, excruciating, inescapable.

It was awful. This was terrible. He was going to be sick; what was happening to him? A pitiful, keening sound issued from somewhere in the back of his throat, and he heard Draco\'s laughter floating on the humid air.

\"Hurts, doesn\'t it?\" Draco growled, pumping into him again and again with renewed fury.

Harry whimpered and twisted beneath him; his limbs weighed a thousand pounds. He could barely raise them. Each movement sent his brain reeling about in confusion and his head exploding in agony, but nothing matched the horrible, horrible feeling down there. Inside him.

His own struggles exhausted him. Pain, pain, pain. He gave himself up to the confusion and terror, unable to bite back his cries of pain and humiliation as the boy pumped into him again and again. The entire room was a blur above him. He could feel tears trickling from his eyes and down the sides of his face, watching the blurred figure bent above him thrusting rhythmically.

\"Fuck, Potter!\" Draco\'s voice sounded hoarse and uneven. \"Fucking half-blood piece of shit… still glad… about my father… you fucker?\"

Harry\'s legs were trapped between their two bodies, protesting their strained position. Draco\'s black robes rubbed coarsely against the back of Harry\'s thighs as he thrust again and again.

\"Do you like my cock, Potter? Do you like it inside you?\" A hand descended roughly upon his limp flesh, and squeezed roughly enough to make Harry whimper with the new onslaught of pain. \"I see you don\'t.\" A harsh laugh. \"Good!\"

Draco abruptly stiffened, his grip on Harry\'s mouth tightening tremendously, fingers digging into Harry\'s cheeks. Harry barely felt the trickle of warmth inside him amidst his raw agony. The pain seemed all the more terrible as Draco pulled out of him with a wet, sticky sound, the sweaty hand slipping from his mouth.

Harry lay there in shock for a long moment after Draco rolled away from him, still so very confused, racked with agony and nausea. Half-aware of what he was doing, he rolled onto his side and into as small a ball as he could. His brain wasn\'t working. He couldn\'t think. If only he could think…

He wasn\'t aware he was sobbing into the bed sheet until his glasses were being pressed onto his face, and Draco Malfoy\'s venomous expression came into focus, kneeling by his side.

Draco leaned over him and Harry tried to roll away; his body would not respond to his commands, and his brain reeled about in confusion. Terror lanced through him when he felt Draco\'s fingers probing his abused entrance, swirling around as though to loosen him up again, or to collect the blood or semen left there; they quickly withdrew.

Harry\'s breath rasped violently in and out of his lungs, his eyes closed against the tears still leaking through his lashes and the terrible, triumphant face of his foe. It was only when he heard a hissing noise that he reluctantly opened his eyes and beheld Draco stirring something white… Draco\'s semen? Into a vial of some potion.

\"It\'s a bit like polyjuice. You have to collect the final element, the human component,\" Draco said conversationally, splitting the silence of the hotel room. Harry\'s brain sluggishly processed the words. \"In this case, the victor\'s semen, left in the body of a conquered foe.\" His eyes drifted up to Harry\'s cruelly. \"And I\'d say you\'re pretty well and conquered, Potter.\" Draco smiled again, and he looked rather insane in the half-light. \"Next time you\'ll slurp my cum down. Every last drop of it.\"

Next time? Harry thought confusedly, only to descend into mindless panic when Draco suddenly drew closer again.

\"No, no…\" he heard his own faint, weakened voice as though it were a stranger\'s, and he fought his leaden limbs to escape the hands suddenly grappling with him, pinning him in place. The robe-clad legs straddled his hips and held him down.

Draco had his chin in an iron grasp, yanking Harry\'s head up, pressing the vial to his lips. \"Drink up, Potter,\" he snarled, a terrifying light in his eyes.

His thumbs dug into Harry\'s cheeks, and in his disorientated state, Harry was only half aware of his lips parting obligingly beneath the grasp. And suddenly something sour, bitter, was pouring into his mouth and stinging the back of his throat, a hand pinching over his nose and mouth, forcing him to swallow. Draco\'s hand withdrew, but he did not. He remained, pinning Harry down with what felt like an oppressive weight, glaring down at him with gray eyes glittering with cruel triumph.

\"I can\'t believe how easy this was,\" he drawled. He reached down and brushed his thumb to wipe up some stray droplets of the potion that had spattered around Harry\'s lips. \"Do you realize what this means, Potter?\" he said maliciously. \"You\'re mine now.\"

He held up the empty vial and wiggled it tauntingly before Harry.

\"I own you. You won\'t be able to tell them, you won\'t be able to fight me. This potion inhibits that. I can fuck you anytime I want now, Potter, and you\'ll take it like a slut. This means you belong to me.\"

Draco\'s hand wrenched cruelly at Harry\'s limp prick, and Harry yelped and tried to jerk from the grip. Malfoy\'s eyes positively glowed with delight and malice, and as if on impulse, his tongue darted out and lapped at the skin around Harry\'s gasping lips.

\"Mine.\"