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Blood Sport
Chapter Number/Total: 11/20
Chapter Title: Blood Sport
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They settled into a comfortable routine. It wasn't a lot different than Draco's old schedule, except that with Potter working in the Lab with him, there was more time for other things - namely fucking Potter. It was another week before more potions were due at Voldemort's mansion. Draco had no illusions that they would get away as easily as the last time.
He sat in his chair by the fireplace with Potter curled in his lap. They had had sex again, and now Draco was reading while the other man stared into the fire. "Potions have to be delivered tomorrow," Draco said quietly.
Harry closed his eyes, nodding a bit. He knew they would have to go again and it frightened him. "Will it be the same as before?" he asked softly.
"He will want us to entertain him again, if that’s what you mean," Draco replied, shivering despite the warm room.
Harry shuddered at the thought of it and opened his eyes before he could see Voldemort's eyes in the darkness. "Then we'll come back here. We just...we just have to make it through it."
"Yes," Draco said quietly. "But I think... I think he went easy on us last time."
"That was easy to him? How much worse..." Harry trailed off, not even sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Never ask that," Draco hissed, eyes closing and his entire body shuddering with the memories it evoked. "A lot worse, trust me. I have...seen it."
"You'll take care of me after," Harry said quietly, looking back into the fire.
"Yes, I will," Draco said, a bit shaken by Potter’s confidence in him and hoping there would be an after.
"Good..." Harry knew he would make it through whatever Voldemort planned, as long as he kept thinking about Draco helping him after.
***
That morning found Draco awake, having barely slept in the night. He was terrified. If he knew a way not to get caught, he would run. He would take Potter and run away.
Harry tossed and turned during the night, nervous about the next day. By the time he woke up, there was light outside and he knew Draco would wake him up by eight anyway. He glanced over at the other man, surprised to see him up. "Morning..."
Draco tried to smile but it came out more of a grimace. He reached a hand out, smoothing unruly black hair off the other man's face.
Harry sighed softly, the touch always welcome. "Did you sleep?" Harry asked.
"Some," Draco said, cupping Potter's cheek with his hand. "You?" he asked.
"I kept waking up." Harry watched Draco before he leant in, kissing him softly. "I'll be fine."
Draco kissed the other man gently, still holding his face. Then he whispered, "Lie back."
Harry looked at him curiously as he did as he was told.
Smiling, Draco drew the covers back so he could look at the other man's body. Then he began to softy touch him, exploring. He started with that neck he had already left so many marks on, including a new set the night before, and then moved down his arms, chest, and belly.
Harry sighed at the first few touches, a small smile gracing his lips. He loved when Draco touched him like this.
Reverently, Draco traced the lines of Potter's body - muscle and bone under golden skin. He caressed the hairs around the man's nipples and down his belly. He ran his fingers over the crease of the man's hips and then down his legs. It was like he was trying to memorize him with his fingers.
Harry didn't want to think about the real reason behind why Draco was doing this. So he didn't. He closed his eyes and focused on the touches, his skin getting goose pimples as Draco's fingers trailed over it.
Draco traced all the way down the man's body and then back up the inside of his legs, watching Potter's cock harden as he did. "Spread your legs," he said quietly.
Harry spread them slowly, licking his lips as he waited for more of Draco's touches.
Draco knelt between Potter's legs now, caressing the inside of the man's thighs, marvelling at the softness of the skin there and the small hairs. He moved his hands slowly up until he could gently cup the soft sac of the other man's balls.
Harry gasped softly and bit his lip, lifting his hips a bit.
Draco slid the fingers of this other hand up to wrap about Potter's cock, fondling the shaft as he gently squeezed his balls.
Harry moaned, thrusting up into Draco's hand as he moved to grip the sheets.
Draco scooted up closer and then, watching Potter's face, bent and licked the head of the man's cock.
Harry's hips jerked as he opened his eyes wide, looking down at Draco.
Draco's breath caught and he watched Potter's face as he licked it again.
Harry moaned again, letting his head fall back. "More, please," he whimpered, biting his lip.
Draco's heart beat faster and he lowered his mouth over the crown, licking along the ridge as his hand gently squeezed the base.
"God," Harry whispered, pulling at the sheets. Now he knew why Draco loved this so much.
Draco licked and sucked, getting worked up as he did. He loved the taste and texture, but even more, the sounds Potter was making.
Harry was groaning, his hips rising and falling on the bed. He wasn't going to last long and he hoped Draco knew that.
Draco brought his other hand up now, briefly licking at his own fingers before reaching down to press them to Potter's opening. "Come when you want to," he said, and then pressed a finger in as he brought his mouth back down over Potter's cock, sucking harder.
Harry clenched around his lover’s finger as he felt his climax getting closer. "Draco..." he moaned, tensing up.
Draco licked and sucked, bobbing his head faster and twisting a second finger inside Potter, looking for that nerve bundle.
Harry cried out when Draco's fingers pressed against that spot. He came hard, arching off the bed.
Draco swallowed quickly, sucking and licking until the other man was spent.
Harry licked his lips again, breathing hard as he shifted. The movement made Draco's fingers brush against the spot again and he whimpered softly, his cock twitching weakly.
Draco withdrew his fingers and gave Potter's softening shaft a gentle kiss before sitting back up and looking down at him.
Harry looked up at him, suddenly remembering the situation they were in. "Please come here..." he whispered softly, reaching for the blond.
Draco moved forward, taking Potter's hand and lying down beside him again, his cock pressing against the man's hip as he did.
Harry reached and gripped the blond's cock firmly, beginning to stroke him as he squeezed Draco's hand.
Draco lay back, surrendering to the pleasure of the other man's touch.
Harry ran his thumb over the head as he moved, looking up to watch Draco's face. "We'll make it."
Draco didn't know if that was true, but he wouldn't correct Potter. He arched up into his touch instead.
Harry leant up and kissed him as his strokes quickened. It terrified him to think that it might be their last time like this.
One hand cupped the back of the man's head as Draco kissed him back. He couldn't imagine life without this now. Didn't want to.
"Come for me?" Harry asked against his lips.
"Yes," Draco answered, the other man's bold words making him shiver and thrust up. Several strokes later, Draco came with a low moan.
Harry stroked him through it, kissing him again. He really didn't want to go now.
Draco wrapped his arm around Potter, petting him and holding him.
"I don't want to go," Harry whispered softly, pressing against him.
"Nor do I," Draco said. "But they will kill us if we don't."
Harry sighed. "I want to just get it over with then."
***
As before, Draco dressed carefully in his best black traditional robes, picked up the boxes of prepared potions and took Harry with him by Side-Along-Apparition. They were met by Wormtail again.
"He is waiting," Wormtail said in a disapproving sneer.
"I am here," Draco said, as if that were all that mattered.
Harry was forcing himself to stay calm as they went into the mansion for the second time. Draco said Voldemort could be even worse than he was the last time, and Harry tried not to think about it. All he wanted to focus on was after they went back to the Manor and Draco took care of him.
Draco strode into the Throne Room and then waited inside to be called forward. There were more Death Eaters milling about than last time. He did his best to keep his controlled expression of disdain. Most of the masked faces turned his way, staring at the man at his feet.
Harry kept close to Draco, even though he knew it wouldn't be like that for long. Harry could feel the stares of many of the people in the room and he tried to ignore the shiver that went down his spine.
"Ah, Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, gesturing for him to approach. Draco walked up and knelt on one knee, bowing his head and setting the potions on the first step of the raised platform. He never willingly got within arm’s length of the Dark Lord.
Harry stayed close behind, staring hard at the floor and hoping Voldemort would take the potions then dismiss them.
"So glad you could make it, Malfoy," the Dark Lord sneered. "It is later in the day than you usually deliver your work. And we have been holding the entertainment for you."
"My apologies for any inconvenience, my Lord," Draco said, raising his face only enough to look at Voldemort's feet, not his face.
Harry shuddered at Voldemort's words, squeezing his eyes shut. He wished he could just block out everything.
Wormtail shuffled up to the throne and whispered in Voldemort's ear. "Ah, so we are ready then," Voldemort said. "Malfoy, join me." The Dark Lord gestured to a place beside his throne.
Draco trembled and climbed the steps to stand to one side of the throne. He still managed to keep more than arm’s length from his Master and silently gestured for Potter to kneel beside him – on the side farthest from Voldemort.
Harry moved up the steps, thankful that he could sit farther away from Voldemort. He quickly glanced up and then looked down when he saw the number of people in the room. It made him nervous.
The robed figures parted so they were on both sides of the room. "Now," Voldemort said, "time for the entertainment. One of Harry's compatriots has been taken today."
Harry frowned, biting his lip in thought. There were still people alive?
Draco glanced down nervously at Potter. This could definitely get them killed. He whispered to the man, "You are not to move from my side unless I tell you."
Harry glanced up at him and nodded slowly. He still wanted to know who they were talking about.
They heard the sound of chains first, and then two robed figures dragged the stumbling figure of Fred Weasley in and threw him to the ground in the middle of the room.
Harry wanted to look, but he was afraid of who he would see. Harry was even more afraid of what would be done.
Fred groaned, falling to his hands and knees when dropped. His face was bruised badly and one eye was swollen shut.
Harry couldn't take it and finally looked up, gasping at the sight of him. He had seen George die, so it could only be the other Weasley twin. "Fred!" he cried out, almost getting up to help him, but stopping.
Fred looked up at that, shock plain on his face. "Harry?" he asked.
Voldemort laughed. "How touching..."
"Fred, I'm sorry!" Harry badly wanted to get up, but he knew that wouldn't be good for either him or Draco.
Draco wished Potter would shut up, but he didn't order him. He knew the man was only making it worse for his friend. The more he showed his feelings, the worse Voldemort would exploit them.
Voldemort waved his hand and a bench appeared beside Fred. To Harry, it looked like a heavy-duty sawhorse with metal eyelets placed on the legs.
Harry shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew they were going to torture Fred in front of him. "Don't...please," he begged quietly, glancing up at Draco to see if he could do anything.
Draco refused to look at Potter. The man's pleas hurt. He didn't care about Fred Weasley. He had seen so many people tortured and killed, he no longer allowed himself to care. Well, until Potter.
Harry looked away when Draco wouldn't look at him, beginning to sob as he looked back at Fred. "You'll be okay..."
"He won't," Draco hissed.
The robed figures grabbed Fred again and attached the shackles on the man's arms and legs to the legs of the bench.
"He'll see his family again," Harry whispered, looking down. He couldn't stand the sight any longer.
Draco snorted at that.
Then the show really began. The man had already been stripped. "Anyone have a call on this one?" Voldemort asked.
"Why him? Let him go and I'll go in place of him," Harry said quietly, looking up again. If it was the only way he could save someone, then he'd do it.
"No," Draco said beside him. "You belong to me.”
"But I want to help him," Harry sobbed, wrapping his arms around his knees and rocking himself.
“You can’t,” Draco whispered.
The screams began then as someone cast the Cruciatus Curse on the bound man, while someone else stepped up behind him.
Harry shook his head and pressed his hands against his ears as he cried harder, still rocking himself. It was easier to have the pain inflicted on him, rather than having to hear Fred's screams.
Draco stood with his hands behind his back, face forward and watched as they raped and tortured Fred Weasley. He remembered the man's antics from school and had always had an admiration for that aspect of the Weasley twins. Blood pooled on the floor as the violence escalated and Draco made sure not to focus on what exactly was being done now. His father had been right; he never did have the stomach for violence.
Harry continued to rock himself, his knuckles going white from the pressure he was using to block the sound of Fred's screams. His own sobs had tapered down till they were nothing but small whimpers every now and then, his eyes still tightly squeezed shut.
Finally, the screaming stopped. Draco sighed, looking. Yes, he was dead. Draco hoped he was, at least. They had castrated the prisoner first. Draco looked away, his stomach clenching. This is what he had tried to warn Harry about. It could definitely get much worse.
When Harry couldn't hear anything through his hands he thought it was over. He thought they finally stopped and left Fred alone, even if it was just for that day. But then he made the mistake of opening his eyes. The blood and the...the body, Fred's body made him gasp, his stomach churning as it fought to expel its contents. He sobbed and looked away, his mouth filling with bile as the urge to vomit became stronger.
Draco watched as they dragged the corpse away, leaving a trail of blood. He hated the metallic smell of it; that sickly smell of fluids that meant a violent death. He gritted his teeth and made sure not to show any emotion in his face.
Harry tried to breathe in to calm his stomach, but the smell made him bend over and finally throw up, his stomach heaving as he began to cry again.
The response to Potter retching was laughter, of course. Draco waited, unable to do anything about it with so many eyes on him.
Harry leant back, moving slightly away from his mess. His stomach still felt sick, but he tried to ignore it.
"Come here, Harry," Voldemort commanded.
Draco went stiff, shivering and wishing he believed in something to pray to.
Harry bit his lip, but slowly crawled around to Voldemort, keeping his head down.
Draco turned sideways, keeping his eyes on Potter and desperately hoping the man didn't say the wrong thing. Draco realised then that his goal was no longer just staying alive, but keeping Potter alive too.
Voldemort looked down at Harry. "Did you enjoy our show, Harry?"
Harry sniffled, biting his lip harder and not replying.
"We held it just for you," the Dark Lord said. "If it weren't for you, we might of just have killed him out of hand."
Harry shook his head, hating that he was so helpless.
Draco knew the Dark Lord's words were a lie. Weasley would have been sport, no matter what. He clenched his teeth again and waited.
Voldemort reached a claw-like hand out again to grasp Harry's chin. "So timid for someone they thought would defeat me," he sneered.
Harry swallowed, his bottom lip trembling slightly. Harry could defeat him, if he could just get a chance to try.
"Clean the mess," Voldemort commanded one of the others. "Now what entertainment can we devise that you won't ignore?" he asked Harry in that sneering voice.
Harry still wouldn't answer or even acknowledge him. If he just didn't think about it, he would be okay.
Voldemort scowled, dropping his hand. "Malfoy," he snapped. "Prepare him."
Draco swayed as if slapped and then nodded curtly. "Come with me, Potter," he drawled, and stepped down from the dais to the bench. The bench and floor were clean now. The Dark Lord wanted a clean start to the next show. At least it meant Potter didn't have to be chained in his friend’s blood.
Harry turned and quietly followed him down, glancing up briefly. It was his turn now, he guessed. As much as he had begged to be in Fred's place before he died, Harry trembled now in fear of it.
"On the bench," Draco said in a voice devoid of inflection.
Harry looked up at him before he lay over it, his body beginning to shake from being nervous.
Draco stood expectantly, waiting for orders from the Dark Lord. Others in the room were whispering excitedly.
"Beat him first," Voldemort said.
Draco nodded. He flicked his wand and Harry was suddenly chained to the bench. Potter might not understand, but it was probably easier to be able to fight the restraints than to be untied but ordered to hold still.
Harry pulled at the chains just to see how tight they were. They held him down securely and that sparked another spike of fear in Harry. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting for the first blow.
Draco silently cast the same Whip Spell he had used that first night of the ritual. He looked down at the back and buttocks of Potter. Without the anger he had felt before, it was hard to bring himself to hurt him. He clenched his jaw and tried to conjure all the anger he ever used to feel. Then he struck across that back.
Harry tried not to make a noise, but the pain surprised him and he cried out, unable to arch away.
Draco concentrated on anger, trying to remember every time he had ever gotten angry at the other man. But it wasn't coming. He landed another several blows but the spell was weakening. It required will to hurt someone like this.
Harry could feel the power behind the blows lessening and he knew it was because Draco probably couldn't handle it. He opened his eyes and thought about what would make him angry.
The spell flickered, nearly dying on the last blow and Draco's heart beat faster with fear.
Harry's heart was beating faster as well, not from the pain alone, but from the fear of Draco being hurt as well.
"Something wrong, Malfoy?" someone sneered from the crowd.
"Yes," Voldemort hissed. "Looks like he's not up to the job today. Step aside, Malfoy."
Harry tensed when he heard Voldemort and almost cried out for Draco to come back.
[And still it gets worse...]
Chapter Title: Blood Sport
Words: 3425 Words
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They settled into a comfortable routine. It wasn't a lot different than Draco's old schedule, except that with Potter working in the Lab with him, there was more time for other things - namely fucking Potter. It was another week before more potions were due at Voldemort's mansion. Draco had no illusions that they would get away as easily as the last time.
He sat in his chair by the fireplace with Potter curled in his lap. They had had sex again, and now Draco was reading while the other man stared into the fire. "Potions have to be delivered tomorrow," Draco said quietly.
Harry closed his eyes, nodding a bit. He knew they would have to go again and it frightened him. "Will it be the same as before?" he asked softly.
"He will want us to entertain him again, if that’s what you mean," Draco replied, shivering despite the warm room.
Harry shuddered at the thought of it and opened his eyes before he could see Voldemort's eyes in the darkness. "Then we'll come back here. We just...we just have to make it through it."
"Yes," Draco said quietly. "But I think... I think he went easy on us last time."
"That was easy to him? How much worse..." Harry trailed off, not even sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"Never ask that," Draco hissed, eyes closing and his entire body shuddering with the memories it evoked. "A lot worse, trust me. I have...seen it."
"You'll take care of me after," Harry said quietly, looking back into the fire.
"Yes, I will," Draco said, a bit shaken by Potter’s confidence in him and hoping there would be an after.
"Good..." Harry knew he would make it through whatever Voldemort planned, as long as he kept thinking about Draco helping him after.
***
That morning found Draco awake, having barely slept in the night. He was terrified. If he knew a way not to get caught, he would run. He would take Potter and run away.
Harry tossed and turned during the night, nervous about the next day. By the time he woke up, there was light outside and he knew Draco would wake him up by eight anyway. He glanced over at the other man, surprised to see him up. "Morning..."
Draco tried to smile but it came out more of a grimace. He reached a hand out, smoothing unruly black hair off the other man's face.
Harry sighed softly, the touch always welcome. "Did you sleep?" Harry asked.
"Some," Draco said, cupping Potter's cheek with his hand. "You?" he asked.
"I kept waking up." Harry watched Draco before he leant in, kissing him softly. "I'll be fine."
Draco kissed the other man gently, still holding his face. Then he whispered, "Lie back."
Harry looked at him curiously as he did as he was told.
Smiling, Draco drew the covers back so he could look at the other man's body. Then he began to softy touch him, exploring. He started with that neck he had already left so many marks on, including a new set the night before, and then moved down his arms, chest, and belly.
Harry sighed at the first few touches, a small smile gracing his lips. He loved when Draco touched him like this.
Reverently, Draco traced the lines of Potter's body - muscle and bone under golden skin. He caressed the hairs around the man's nipples and down his belly. He ran his fingers over the crease of the man's hips and then down his legs. It was like he was trying to memorize him with his fingers.
Harry didn't want to think about the real reason behind why Draco was doing this. So he didn't. He closed his eyes and focused on the touches, his skin getting goose pimples as Draco's fingers trailed over it.
Draco traced all the way down the man's body and then back up the inside of his legs, watching Potter's cock harden as he did. "Spread your legs," he said quietly.
Harry spread them slowly, licking his lips as he waited for more of Draco's touches.
Draco knelt between Potter's legs now, caressing the inside of the man's thighs, marvelling at the softness of the skin there and the small hairs. He moved his hands slowly up until he could gently cup the soft sac of the other man's balls.
Harry gasped softly and bit his lip, lifting his hips a bit.
Draco slid the fingers of this other hand up to wrap about Potter's cock, fondling the shaft as he gently squeezed his balls.
Harry moaned, thrusting up into Draco's hand as he moved to grip the sheets.
Draco scooted up closer and then, watching Potter's face, bent and licked the head of the man's cock.
Harry's hips jerked as he opened his eyes wide, looking down at Draco.
Draco's breath caught and he watched Potter's face as he licked it again.
Harry moaned again, letting his head fall back. "More, please," he whimpered, biting his lip.
Draco's heart beat faster and he lowered his mouth over the crown, licking along the ridge as his hand gently squeezed the base.
"God," Harry whispered, pulling at the sheets. Now he knew why Draco loved this so much.
Draco licked and sucked, getting worked up as he did. He loved the taste and texture, but even more, the sounds Potter was making.
Harry was groaning, his hips rising and falling on the bed. He wasn't going to last long and he hoped Draco knew that.
Draco brought his other hand up now, briefly licking at his own fingers before reaching down to press them to Potter's opening. "Come when you want to," he said, and then pressed a finger in as he brought his mouth back down over Potter's cock, sucking harder.
Harry clenched around his lover’s finger as he felt his climax getting closer. "Draco..." he moaned, tensing up.
Draco licked and sucked, bobbing his head faster and twisting a second finger inside Potter, looking for that nerve bundle.
Harry cried out when Draco's fingers pressed against that spot. He came hard, arching off the bed.
Draco swallowed quickly, sucking and licking until the other man was spent.
Harry licked his lips again, breathing hard as he shifted. The movement made Draco's fingers brush against the spot again and he whimpered softly, his cock twitching weakly.
Draco withdrew his fingers and gave Potter's softening shaft a gentle kiss before sitting back up and looking down at him.
Harry looked up at him, suddenly remembering the situation they were in. "Please come here..." he whispered softly, reaching for the blond.
Draco moved forward, taking Potter's hand and lying down beside him again, his cock pressing against the man's hip as he did.
Harry reached and gripped the blond's cock firmly, beginning to stroke him as he squeezed Draco's hand.
Draco lay back, surrendering to the pleasure of the other man's touch.
Harry ran his thumb over the head as he moved, looking up to watch Draco's face. "We'll make it."
Draco didn't know if that was true, but he wouldn't correct Potter. He arched up into his touch instead.
Harry leant up and kissed him as his strokes quickened. It terrified him to think that it might be their last time like this.
One hand cupped the back of the man's head as Draco kissed him back. He couldn't imagine life without this now. Didn't want to.
"Come for me?" Harry asked against his lips.
"Yes," Draco answered, the other man's bold words making him shiver and thrust up. Several strokes later, Draco came with a low moan.
Harry stroked him through it, kissing him again. He really didn't want to go now.
Draco wrapped his arm around Potter, petting him and holding him.
"I don't want to go," Harry whispered softly, pressing against him.
"Nor do I," Draco said. "But they will kill us if we don't."
Harry sighed. "I want to just get it over with then."
***
As before, Draco dressed carefully in his best black traditional robes, picked up the boxes of prepared potions and took Harry with him by Side-Along-Apparition. They were met by Wormtail again.
"He is waiting," Wormtail said in a disapproving sneer.
"I am here," Draco said, as if that were all that mattered.
Harry was forcing himself to stay calm as they went into the mansion for the second time. Draco said Voldemort could be even worse than he was the last time, and Harry tried not to think about it. All he wanted to focus on was after they went back to the Manor and Draco took care of him.
Draco strode into the Throne Room and then waited inside to be called forward. There were more Death Eaters milling about than last time. He did his best to keep his controlled expression of disdain. Most of the masked faces turned his way, staring at the man at his feet.
Harry kept close to Draco, even though he knew it wouldn't be like that for long. Harry could feel the stares of many of the people in the room and he tried to ignore the shiver that went down his spine.
"Ah, Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, gesturing for him to approach. Draco walked up and knelt on one knee, bowing his head and setting the potions on the first step of the raised platform. He never willingly got within arm’s length of the Dark Lord.
Harry stayed close behind, staring hard at the floor and hoping Voldemort would take the potions then dismiss them.
"So glad you could make it, Malfoy," the Dark Lord sneered. "It is later in the day than you usually deliver your work. And we have been holding the entertainment for you."
"My apologies for any inconvenience, my Lord," Draco said, raising his face only enough to look at Voldemort's feet, not his face.
Harry shuddered at Voldemort's words, squeezing his eyes shut. He wished he could just block out everything.
Wormtail shuffled up to the throne and whispered in Voldemort's ear. "Ah, so we are ready then," Voldemort said. "Malfoy, join me." The Dark Lord gestured to a place beside his throne.
Draco trembled and climbed the steps to stand to one side of the throne. He still managed to keep more than arm’s length from his Master and silently gestured for Potter to kneel beside him – on the side farthest from Voldemort.
Harry moved up the steps, thankful that he could sit farther away from Voldemort. He quickly glanced up and then looked down when he saw the number of people in the room. It made him nervous.
The robed figures parted so they were on both sides of the room. "Now," Voldemort said, "time for the entertainment. One of Harry's compatriots has been taken today."
Harry frowned, biting his lip in thought. There were still people alive?
Draco glanced down nervously at Potter. This could definitely get them killed. He whispered to the man, "You are not to move from my side unless I tell you."
Harry glanced up at him and nodded slowly. He still wanted to know who they were talking about.
They heard the sound of chains first, and then two robed figures dragged the stumbling figure of Fred Weasley in and threw him to the ground in the middle of the room.
Harry wanted to look, but he was afraid of who he would see. Harry was even more afraid of what would be done.
Fred groaned, falling to his hands and knees when dropped. His face was bruised badly and one eye was swollen shut.
Harry couldn't take it and finally looked up, gasping at the sight of him. He had seen George die, so it could only be the other Weasley twin. "Fred!" he cried out, almost getting up to help him, but stopping.
Fred looked up at that, shock plain on his face. "Harry?" he asked.
Voldemort laughed. "How touching..."
"Fred, I'm sorry!" Harry badly wanted to get up, but he knew that wouldn't be good for either him or Draco.
Draco wished Potter would shut up, but he didn't order him. He knew the man was only making it worse for his friend. The more he showed his feelings, the worse Voldemort would exploit them.
Voldemort waved his hand and a bench appeared beside Fred. To Harry, it looked like a heavy-duty sawhorse with metal eyelets placed on the legs.
Harry shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He knew they were going to torture Fred in front of him. "Don't...please," he begged quietly, glancing up at Draco to see if he could do anything.
Draco refused to look at Potter. The man's pleas hurt. He didn't care about Fred Weasley. He had seen so many people tortured and killed, he no longer allowed himself to care. Well, until Potter.
Harry looked away when Draco wouldn't look at him, beginning to sob as he looked back at Fred. "You'll be okay..."
"He won't," Draco hissed.
The robed figures grabbed Fred again and attached the shackles on the man's arms and legs to the legs of the bench.
"He'll see his family again," Harry whispered, looking down. He couldn't stand the sight any longer.
Draco snorted at that.
Then the show really began. The man had already been stripped. "Anyone have a call on this one?" Voldemort asked.
"Why him? Let him go and I'll go in place of him," Harry said quietly, looking up again. If it was the only way he could save someone, then he'd do it.
"No," Draco said beside him. "You belong to me.”
"But I want to help him," Harry sobbed, wrapping his arms around his knees and rocking himself.
“You can’t,” Draco whispered.
The screams began then as someone cast the Cruciatus Curse on the bound man, while someone else stepped up behind him.
Harry shook his head and pressed his hands against his ears as he cried harder, still rocking himself. It was easier to have the pain inflicted on him, rather than having to hear Fred's screams.
Draco stood with his hands behind his back, face forward and watched as they raped and tortured Fred Weasley. He remembered the man's antics from school and had always had an admiration for that aspect of the Weasley twins. Blood pooled on the floor as the violence escalated and Draco made sure not to focus on what exactly was being done now. His father had been right; he never did have the stomach for violence.
Harry continued to rock himself, his knuckles going white from the pressure he was using to block the sound of Fred's screams. His own sobs had tapered down till they were nothing but small whimpers every now and then, his eyes still tightly squeezed shut.
Finally, the screaming stopped. Draco sighed, looking. Yes, he was dead. Draco hoped he was, at least. They had castrated the prisoner first. Draco looked away, his stomach clenching. This is what he had tried to warn Harry about. It could definitely get much worse.
When Harry couldn't hear anything through his hands he thought it was over. He thought they finally stopped and left Fred alone, even if it was just for that day. But then he made the mistake of opening his eyes. The blood and the...the body, Fred's body made him gasp, his stomach churning as it fought to expel its contents. He sobbed and looked away, his mouth filling with bile as the urge to vomit became stronger.
Draco watched as they dragged the corpse away, leaving a trail of blood. He hated the metallic smell of it; that sickly smell of fluids that meant a violent death. He gritted his teeth and made sure not to show any emotion in his face.
Harry tried to breathe in to calm his stomach, but the smell made him bend over and finally throw up, his stomach heaving as he began to cry again.
The response to Potter retching was laughter, of course. Draco waited, unable to do anything about it with so many eyes on him.
Harry leant back, moving slightly away from his mess. His stomach still felt sick, but he tried to ignore it.
"Come here, Harry," Voldemort commanded.
Draco went stiff, shivering and wishing he believed in something to pray to.
Harry bit his lip, but slowly crawled around to Voldemort, keeping his head down.
Draco turned sideways, keeping his eyes on Potter and desperately hoping the man didn't say the wrong thing. Draco realised then that his goal was no longer just staying alive, but keeping Potter alive too.
Voldemort looked down at Harry. "Did you enjoy our show, Harry?"
Harry sniffled, biting his lip harder and not replying.
"We held it just for you," the Dark Lord said. "If it weren't for you, we might of just have killed him out of hand."
Harry shook his head, hating that he was so helpless.
Draco knew the Dark Lord's words were a lie. Weasley would have been sport, no matter what. He clenched his teeth again and waited.
Voldemort reached a claw-like hand out again to grasp Harry's chin. "So timid for someone they thought would defeat me," he sneered.
Harry swallowed, his bottom lip trembling slightly. Harry could defeat him, if he could just get a chance to try.
"Clean the mess," Voldemort commanded one of the others. "Now what entertainment can we devise that you won't ignore?" he asked Harry in that sneering voice.
Harry still wouldn't answer or even acknowledge him. If he just didn't think about it, he would be okay.
Voldemort scowled, dropping his hand. "Malfoy," he snapped. "Prepare him."
Draco swayed as if slapped and then nodded curtly. "Come with me, Potter," he drawled, and stepped down from the dais to the bench. The bench and floor were clean now. The Dark Lord wanted a clean start to the next show. At least it meant Potter didn't have to be chained in his friend’s blood.
Harry turned and quietly followed him down, glancing up briefly. It was his turn now, he guessed. As much as he had begged to be in Fred's place before he died, Harry trembled now in fear of it.
"On the bench," Draco said in a voice devoid of inflection.
Harry looked up at him before he lay over it, his body beginning to shake from being nervous.
Draco stood expectantly, waiting for orders from the Dark Lord. Others in the room were whispering excitedly.
"Beat him first," Voldemort said.
Draco nodded. He flicked his wand and Harry was suddenly chained to the bench. Potter might not understand, but it was probably easier to be able to fight the restraints than to be untied but ordered to hold still.
Harry pulled at the chains just to see how tight they were. They held him down securely and that sparked another spike of fear in Harry. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting for the first blow.
Draco silently cast the same Whip Spell he had used that first night of the ritual. He looked down at the back and buttocks of Potter. Without the anger he had felt before, it was hard to bring himself to hurt him. He clenched his jaw and tried to conjure all the anger he ever used to feel. Then he struck across that back.
Harry tried not to make a noise, but the pain surprised him and he cried out, unable to arch away.
Draco concentrated on anger, trying to remember every time he had ever gotten angry at the other man. But it wasn't coming. He landed another several blows but the spell was weakening. It required will to hurt someone like this.
Harry could feel the power behind the blows lessening and he knew it was because Draco probably couldn't handle it. He opened his eyes and thought about what would make him angry.
The spell flickered, nearly dying on the last blow and Draco's heart beat faster with fear.
Harry's heart was beating faster as well, not from the pain alone, but from the fear of Draco being hurt as well.
"Something wrong, Malfoy?" someone sneered from the crowd.
"Yes," Voldemort hissed. "Looks like he's not up to the job today. Step aside, Malfoy."
Harry tensed when he heard Voldemort and almost cried out for Draco to come back.
[And still it gets worse...]