Doll Parts
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
3,453
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
June 19, 1997
Journal of Draco Malfoy
June 19, 1997
I\'ve made a big mistake in coming here. At first I was rather excited that Snape told me not to unpack my things because he\'d bought clothes for me. I\'ve not had time to shop of late, and many of my robes are months old. I thought maybe it was a late birthday present. Of course, halfway to what was to be my room it occurred to me that Snape is not a wealthy man. He could hardly afford to dress me as I am accustomed. What lay on the bed made my heart stop.
Knickers. Girly knickers in lurid shades with lace trim. I told him no.
That was the first time he struck me.
In retrospect I should have known something like this would happen. Things were going too well. I was even starting to like the man and believed that he cared about me and that he was the only one who did. But now that it\'s the summer and appearances no longer must be kept up, he\'s free to mark my skin as he pleases. (Ironic, isn\'t it? I suppose someone will always find a way to mark you.)
He told me I was too much of a girl to be the head of my household as I should be, that I couldn\'t take care of myself, that I was like a woman and that therefore I should dress like one. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me at the bed. I grabbed for my wand, but again I failed. I wasn\'t fast enough. He\'d summoned it before I could get any jinxes out.
So I lunged at him. I am not a girl. I am a man and I will stand up for myself. He threw me off easily with a spell, however, and then petrified me with an incantation I didn\'t recognise.
My limbs were too numb for me to move, but they were still pliable and Snape could move them as he wished. That he took me was predictable. He undressed me and laid me apart like a rag doll and there was little I could do other than glare at him. My head still pounded from being backhanded and my scalp felt on fire from my hair being yanked.
He poked his fingers into me, touching that spot inside of me that he likes to rub because it forces me erect. I hate when he does that. It feels good, but I don\'t like feeling out of control. He loves to hold it over me that he has more control over my body than I do. He mocked that my eyes were leaking a bit. I would have told him it was from his reeking breath and that I wasn\'t crying, but I couldn\'t move.
I\'m not sure how much time passed; I could only note the shadows on the wall in their slow bend from right to left as he toyed with me. Mocking my erection, calling it small and cute, moving into me slowly while sticking his soiled, smelly fingers in my mouth and asking me how I tasted. Then I just lay there frozen as he slept, cradling me in his arms as if we were lovers. We are not lovers.
Some time after dark, he awoke and picked out a pair of white knickers and pulled them onto me and touched me all around them. I can\'t remember precisely what he said, I... tuned out a lot for a while. In the end, he was holding me and rocking me and telling me that he loved me and that he was sorry. It took a bit to realize I could move again, but I felt too revolted to push away.
I don\'t want to move at all.
I just want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
June 19, 1997
I\'ve made a big mistake in coming here. At first I was rather excited that Snape told me not to unpack my things because he\'d bought clothes for me. I\'ve not had time to shop of late, and many of my robes are months old. I thought maybe it was a late birthday present. Of course, halfway to what was to be my room it occurred to me that Snape is not a wealthy man. He could hardly afford to dress me as I am accustomed. What lay on the bed made my heart stop.
Knickers. Girly knickers in lurid shades with lace trim. I told him no.
That was the first time he struck me.
In retrospect I should have known something like this would happen. Things were going too well. I was even starting to like the man and believed that he cared about me and that he was the only one who did. But now that it\'s the summer and appearances no longer must be kept up, he\'s free to mark my skin as he pleases. (Ironic, isn\'t it? I suppose someone will always find a way to mark you.)
He told me I was too much of a girl to be the head of my household as I should be, that I couldn\'t take care of myself, that I was like a woman and that therefore I should dress like one. He grabbed me by my hair and threw me at the bed. I grabbed for my wand, but again I failed. I wasn\'t fast enough. He\'d summoned it before I could get any jinxes out.
So I lunged at him. I am not a girl. I am a man and I will stand up for myself. He threw me off easily with a spell, however, and then petrified me with an incantation I didn\'t recognise.
My limbs were too numb for me to move, but they were still pliable and Snape could move them as he wished. That he took me was predictable. He undressed me and laid me apart like a rag doll and there was little I could do other than glare at him. My head still pounded from being backhanded and my scalp felt on fire from my hair being yanked.
He poked his fingers into me, touching that spot inside of me that he likes to rub because it forces me erect. I hate when he does that. It feels good, but I don\'t like feeling out of control. He loves to hold it over me that he has more control over my body than I do. He mocked that my eyes were leaking a bit. I would have told him it was from his reeking breath and that I wasn\'t crying, but I couldn\'t move.
I\'m not sure how much time passed; I could only note the shadows on the wall in their slow bend from right to left as he toyed with me. Mocking my erection, calling it small and cute, moving into me slowly while sticking his soiled, smelly fingers in my mouth and asking me how I tasted. Then I just lay there frozen as he slept, cradling me in his arms as if we were lovers. We are not lovers.
Some time after dark, he awoke and picked out a pair of white knickers and pulled them onto me and touched me all around them. I can\'t remember precisely what he said, I... tuned out a lot for a while. In the end, he was holding me and rocking me and telling me that he loved me and that he was sorry. It took a bit to realize I could move again, but I felt too revolted to push away.
I don\'t want to move at all.
I just want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.