With A Dragon's Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
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21,804
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75
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Currently Reading:
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CHAPTER TEN: The Flashbacks part two
CHAPTER TEN: The Flashbacks part two
Not a word was spoken for ten long minutes as Draco stood with his arms folded, facing away from Harry. Draco had barely moved from his stance; all the while searching for answers. Any answers. But none had come to him. He couldn’t find them here. He needed to be alone. Turning silently, he left the room with a mere nod of his head towards Harry.
Harry could only sit there and watch him leave, then absently looked down at his clasped hands. He closed his eyes, trying to envision what kind of man would do this to such an innocent child. And who this ‘man’ was that Draco had entrusted in him entirely. ‘All his life.’ Harry thought. Not years like Harry endured, but ALL HIS LIFE. Harry brought his knees in close to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and slowly rocked back and forth.
No sooner than Draco had left, Snape came bursting in the room furious.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM, POTTER?”
Harry had jumped out of his skin at the venomous tone. He scooted back to the headboard, tightening his grip around his knees.
“WELL? ANSWER ME!”
Harry whispered, “Nothing, professor. Honestly.”
“I don’t believe you! You must have said SOMETHING to upset him!”
Harry became defensive. “I didn\'t say ANYTHING! Malfoy just told me…” but then Harry paused.
“Yes?” Snape demanded. “Told you what exactly?”
Harry looked down; remembering the horrible story Draco had told him. “About… when he was in the bathtub with…” his voice trailed off. He didn\'t want to say it.
He glanced up at Snape, who surprisingly enough had cast his eyes down, letting his hair fall over his face. Harry heard him sigh.
Not averting his eyes, in a low voice, he quietly asked, “Did he tell you who it was?”
Harry shook his head. “No. No he didn\'t. He couldn’t.”
Snape sighed again. “He still can’t say his name.” He whispered.
“He never told you? But I thought you were the one…”
Snape snapped his cold eyes at him. “I was just there at the right time, Potter. He didn\'t HAVE to tell me anything. I KNEW who it was.”
“Oh,” Harry said quietly. “Sorry, but what time was …”
“He tried to kill himself,” Snape replied flatly.
Harry’s mouth went dry as he quickly began sucking air into his lungs. ‘Suicide? Malfoy?’ The mere thought of that made Harry sick. How many times had Harry contemplated suicide? How many times had Harry actually tried but failed? He reached over to Snape’s nightstand and downed the liquid that was in a glass.
“Potter!”
Before he heard Snape’s cry, Harry had finished drinking all of it.
“Foolish boy.”
Harry looked up at him questionably.
“That was a sleeping drought. You’ll be unconscious for hours,” he said shaking his head. Sighing once more, “I will try to locate Mr. Malfoy. You on the other hand… We shall talk again after you’ve awakened.”
Harry watched Snape rush out of the room through glazed, blinking eyes. That potion worked fast.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry was leaning back in his new, but old, bed reading one of his schoolbooks “Transfigurations: year two”. For the first time in his young life, Harry felt wanted. Needed. And loved. He had two new friends who loved him unconditionally. It was more than he had ever hoped for. Things were certainly looking up for Harry. Friends, adults who respected him, and a purpose in his life.
Even here at his ‘home’, things had changed. He no longer had to live in the closet under the stairs. He wasn\'t even sure he could adjust to such a privilege of being in an actual room after being mistreated for so long. He was even treated a little better by his ‘family’. Not much, but it was enough to make him smile.
He laid down the heavy book on his chest and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, looking forward to a nice interrupted nap. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had left earlier that day to go shopping for Dudley\'s upcoming birthday. ‘They’ll be gone for awhile’, Harry thought amusingly. For only a few hours, Harry could relax in peace. Alone. Just thinking of that made Harry so content that he couldn’t help but giving himself pleasure. Now was a good time. No one was home.
As soon as that thought had entered his mind, he heard the stomping of several feet running through the house. ‘Perfect,’ Harry thought. ‘The Bullies had arrived’. That was the name he dubbed Dudley and his four obnoxious friends. They spent hours, if not days, seeking pleasure in torturing Harry and making his life as miserable as possible. He tightened his eyes, hoping they would find some other means of entertaining themselves. But that was just too much to ask for.
His door had no lock on it (just on the outside of it) and the five came bursting into his room.
“Ah, here he is!” one of them quipped. “He looks no different. You say he’s ‘special’ now? Humph.”
“No, he just THINKS he is,” Dudley said smugly.
“Go away,” Harry retorted.
One of the other boys sneered. “I don’t think so. I think we should take you down a notch or two.”
“What are you going on about? Just leave me alone,” Harry shot back.
The five of them glanced at each other and smiled. Oh this was going to be bad.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry was yanked from his bed so fast that he couldn’t right his legs to stand. The tallest one was holding Harry up by the nape of his baggy shirt. After finally getting his legs straightened, his large trousers fell to his feet. One of them, who was actually bigger than Dudley, was the first to laugh.
“Look at him, mates. He musta forgot his belt!”
“Hmm. I don’t know about that. Maybe we interrupted something.”
The room roared with howls of laughter. And Harry’s face turned red with anger and a bit of embarrassment.
“I think you\'re right! Look at him blush!”
“Sod off!” Harry spat.
The first hit threw Harry sideways, knocked off his glasses, and he landed on his hands and knees. That wasn’t bad. It felt more like a slap; the kind his aunt threw. ‘Must have been Dudley’ Harry thought. His hands fought furiously trying to locate his glasses so he could at least SEE what was going to happen to him. But unbeknownst to him, one of them snatched it up and placed it up on his dresser. Now all Harry could do is feel the pain. He could see blurs however, and he heard barely what they were saying, but most of it was just laughter. Cruel laughter.
The next pain he felt was under him on his ribcage and he landed with a thud on his back.
“He’s not even fighting. What a ponce!”
“Hey, that’s right! Dudley. Didn\'t you say that he goes to a boarding school? For juveniles?”
Dudley giggled. “That’s what I said.”
Harry sat up and kicked his feet free of his trouser. He scrambled to his feet, leaving him in only his faded, baggy t-shirt and his pants. He backed up into the wall and screamed.
“LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!
The room fell silent and Harry thought for a moment that he was going deaf. He saw the blurry figure of a large boy approaching, and Harry held his breath while he stuck out his chest bravely.
“Didn\'t that school teach you any manners, Potter?”
A voice behind the boy added, “That’s right… But it doesn’t sound like it, does it mates?”
Harry heard low voices mumble ‘no’ before the large boy grabbed him and spun him around, with his back facing the others.
“What say WE teach him?”
Harry tried to struggle but his arms were folded into his chest and the grip around him all but suffocated him. Harry’s face was buried into the assailant’s chest. He heard the sound of a belt being undone and it going through each belt loop. He began to protest, but it came out in muffles. Harry pursed his eyes tight and one lone tear fell down his cheek.
“You better not hit ME, mate!” the boy warned loudly.
A loud laugh was heard followed by, “Just hold him tight!”
The first strike was against the back of his thighs. Harry yelped into the shirt and wriggled in pain. The next one struck Harry in the back, softened only by his t-shirt. Harry yelled out a ‘no’ and thrusted his hips back and forth into the boys leg, trying to escape the brutal assault.
“Hey mates! He’s trying to hump my leg!”
The large boy spun Harry around in his arms while the others continues to laugh. Harry bent down then up again, still trying to break free.
“I’ll bet he’s enjoying this!” one of the boys said. Turning to Harry, “Aren’t you, Potter?”
“GET OFF ME!” Harry cried.
The laughter never seemed to stop. The cruel, mocking laughter.
“Yeah. Why don’t you show us, Potter!”
With that, the boy reached into Harry’s pants and tugged hard on him. Harry doubled over, wiggling and screaming in pain.
“SEE? I told you he’d like it!”
Another violent tug. And another. And another until Harry collapsed in the large boy’s arms. Even through the unrelenting torture and pain, Harry had an involuntary orgasm.
“NO! PLEASE STOP! STOP TRYING TO KILL ME!”
~*~*~*~*~
“POTTER! WAKE UP! POTTER! IT’S ME, MALFOY!
Draco was shaking Harry by the shoulders all the while begging Harry to wake up. Harry came around and immediately started flaying his arms about. The sudden reaction caused Draco to stumble backwards, knocking him to the floor. He watched Harry scurry back, rising to his feet until he hit the headboard. The four-poster bed covering was hanging beside him and he quickly grabbed it, concealing his body.
“NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! GET OUT!”
Draco watched him in horror until he scrambled to his feet, and bolted out the door. Harry followed him with eyes and heard him screaming ‘Professor Snape’.
“Snape?”
~*~*~*~*~
Not a word was spoken for ten long minutes as Draco stood with his arms folded, facing away from Harry. Draco had barely moved from his stance; all the while searching for answers. Any answers. But none had come to him. He couldn’t find them here. He needed to be alone. Turning silently, he left the room with a mere nod of his head towards Harry.
Harry could only sit there and watch him leave, then absently looked down at his clasped hands. He closed his eyes, trying to envision what kind of man would do this to such an innocent child. And who this ‘man’ was that Draco had entrusted in him entirely. ‘All his life.’ Harry thought. Not years like Harry endured, but ALL HIS LIFE. Harry brought his knees in close to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and slowly rocked back and forth.
No sooner than Draco had left, Snape came bursting in the room furious.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM, POTTER?”
Harry had jumped out of his skin at the venomous tone. He scooted back to the headboard, tightening his grip around his knees.
“WELL? ANSWER ME!”
Harry whispered, “Nothing, professor. Honestly.”
“I don’t believe you! You must have said SOMETHING to upset him!”
Harry became defensive. “I didn\'t say ANYTHING! Malfoy just told me…” but then Harry paused.
“Yes?” Snape demanded. “Told you what exactly?”
Harry looked down; remembering the horrible story Draco had told him. “About… when he was in the bathtub with…” his voice trailed off. He didn\'t want to say it.
He glanced up at Snape, who surprisingly enough had cast his eyes down, letting his hair fall over his face. Harry heard him sigh.
Not averting his eyes, in a low voice, he quietly asked, “Did he tell you who it was?”
Harry shook his head. “No. No he didn\'t. He couldn’t.”
Snape sighed again. “He still can’t say his name.” He whispered.
“He never told you? But I thought you were the one…”
Snape snapped his cold eyes at him. “I was just there at the right time, Potter. He didn\'t HAVE to tell me anything. I KNEW who it was.”
“Oh,” Harry said quietly. “Sorry, but what time was …”
“He tried to kill himself,” Snape replied flatly.
Harry’s mouth went dry as he quickly began sucking air into his lungs. ‘Suicide? Malfoy?’ The mere thought of that made Harry sick. How many times had Harry contemplated suicide? How many times had Harry actually tried but failed? He reached over to Snape’s nightstand and downed the liquid that was in a glass.
“Potter!”
Before he heard Snape’s cry, Harry had finished drinking all of it.
“Foolish boy.”
Harry looked up at him questionably.
“That was a sleeping drought. You’ll be unconscious for hours,” he said shaking his head. Sighing once more, “I will try to locate Mr. Malfoy. You on the other hand… We shall talk again after you’ve awakened.”
Harry watched Snape rush out of the room through glazed, blinking eyes. That potion worked fast.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry was leaning back in his new, but old, bed reading one of his schoolbooks “Transfigurations: year two”. For the first time in his young life, Harry felt wanted. Needed. And loved. He had two new friends who loved him unconditionally. It was more than he had ever hoped for. Things were certainly looking up for Harry. Friends, adults who respected him, and a purpose in his life.
Even here at his ‘home’, things had changed. He no longer had to live in the closet under the stairs. He wasn\'t even sure he could adjust to such a privilege of being in an actual room after being mistreated for so long. He was even treated a little better by his ‘family’. Not much, but it was enough to make him smile.
He laid down the heavy book on his chest and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, looking forward to a nice interrupted nap. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had left earlier that day to go shopping for Dudley\'s upcoming birthday. ‘They’ll be gone for awhile’, Harry thought amusingly. For only a few hours, Harry could relax in peace. Alone. Just thinking of that made Harry so content that he couldn’t help but giving himself pleasure. Now was a good time. No one was home.
As soon as that thought had entered his mind, he heard the stomping of several feet running through the house. ‘Perfect,’ Harry thought. ‘The Bullies had arrived’. That was the name he dubbed Dudley and his four obnoxious friends. They spent hours, if not days, seeking pleasure in torturing Harry and making his life as miserable as possible. He tightened his eyes, hoping they would find some other means of entertaining themselves. But that was just too much to ask for.
His door had no lock on it (just on the outside of it) and the five came bursting into his room.
“Ah, here he is!” one of them quipped. “He looks no different. You say he’s ‘special’ now? Humph.”
“No, he just THINKS he is,” Dudley said smugly.
“Go away,” Harry retorted.
One of the other boys sneered. “I don’t think so. I think we should take you down a notch or two.”
“What are you going on about? Just leave me alone,” Harry shot back.
The five of them glanced at each other and smiled. Oh this was going to be bad.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry was yanked from his bed so fast that he couldn’t right his legs to stand. The tallest one was holding Harry up by the nape of his baggy shirt. After finally getting his legs straightened, his large trousers fell to his feet. One of them, who was actually bigger than Dudley, was the first to laugh.
“Look at him, mates. He musta forgot his belt!”
“Hmm. I don’t know about that. Maybe we interrupted something.”
The room roared with howls of laughter. And Harry’s face turned red with anger and a bit of embarrassment.
“I think you\'re right! Look at him blush!”
“Sod off!” Harry spat.
The first hit threw Harry sideways, knocked off his glasses, and he landed on his hands and knees. That wasn’t bad. It felt more like a slap; the kind his aunt threw. ‘Must have been Dudley’ Harry thought. His hands fought furiously trying to locate his glasses so he could at least SEE what was going to happen to him. But unbeknownst to him, one of them snatched it up and placed it up on his dresser. Now all Harry could do is feel the pain. He could see blurs however, and he heard barely what they were saying, but most of it was just laughter. Cruel laughter.
The next pain he felt was under him on his ribcage and he landed with a thud on his back.
“He’s not even fighting. What a ponce!”
“Hey, that’s right! Dudley. Didn\'t you say that he goes to a boarding school? For juveniles?”
Dudley giggled. “That’s what I said.”
Harry sat up and kicked his feet free of his trouser. He scrambled to his feet, leaving him in only his faded, baggy t-shirt and his pants. He backed up into the wall and screamed.
“LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!
The room fell silent and Harry thought for a moment that he was going deaf. He saw the blurry figure of a large boy approaching, and Harry held his breath while he stuck out his chest bravely.
“Didn\'t that school teach you any manners, Potter?”
A voice behind the boy added, “That’s right… But it doesn’t sound like it, does it mates?”
Harry heard low voices mumble ‘no’ before the large boy grabbed him and spun him around, with his back facing the others.
“What say WE teach him?”
Harry tried to struggle but his arms were folded into his chest and the grip around him all but suffocated him. Harry’s face was buried into the assailant’s chest. He heard the sound of a belt being undone and it going through each belt loop. He began to protest, but it came out in muffles. Harry pursed his eyes tight and one lone tear fell down his cheek.
“You better not hit ME, mate!” the boy warned loudly.
A loud laugh was heard followed by, “Just hold him tight!”
The first strike was against the back of his thighs. Harry yelped into the shirt and wriggled in pain. The next one struck Harry in the back, softened only by his t-shirt. Harry yelled out a ‘no’ and thrusted his hips back and forth into the boys leg, trying to escape the brutal assault.
“Hey mates! He’s trying to hump my leg!”
The large boy spun Harry around in his arms while the others continues to laugh. Harry bent down then up again, still trying to break free.
“I’ll bet he’s enjoying this!” one of the boys said. Turning to Harry, “Aren’t you, Potter?”
“GET OFF ME!” Harry cried.
The laughter never seemed to stop. The cruel, mocking laughter.
“Yeah. Why don’t you show us, Potter!”
With that, the boy reached into Harry’s pants and tugged hard on him. Harry doubled over, wiggling and screaming in pain.
“SEE? I told you he’d like it!”
Another violent tug. And another. And another until Harry collapsed in the large boy’s arms. Even through the unrelenting torture and pain, Harry had an involuntary orgasm.
“NO! PLEASE STOP! STOP TRYING TO KILL ME!”
~*~*~*~*~
“POTTER! WAKE UP! POTTER! IT’S ME, MALFOY!
Draco was shaking Harry by the shoulders all the while begging Harry to wake up. Harry came around and immediately started flaying his arms about. The sudden reaction caused Draco to stumble backwards, knocking him to the floor. He watched Harry scurry back, rising to his feet until he hit the headboard. The four-poster bed covering was hanging beside him and he quickly grabbed it, concealing his body.
“NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! GET OUT!”
Draco watched him in horror until he scrambled to his feet, and bolted out the door. Harry followed him with eyes and heard him screaming ‘Professor Snape’.
“Snape?”
~*~*~*~*~