With A Dragon's Heart

CHAPTER TWELVE: The Second Breakthrough


Draco barely acknowledged Snape when he had informed him that he was going to Headmaster Dumbledore to present his new suggestion on how to help Harry Potter. He heard the closing of the door then softly sighed. Draco couldn’t escape his memories of his lost childhood nor the man who stole his innocence away. He began to think of Severus. How could he have helped? He knew he wanted to help desperately and still does. But what could Draco do to stop this continuing cycle? Report him? Deny him? Punish him? He stopped considering the endless possibilities when he thought of the last idea.

Punish him. The words repeated over and over in his mind, until he was absolutely convinced that that was the action he wanted to take. This man wouldn\'t report it, because in his eyes, he had done nothing wrong. Nothing obscene and nothing to be punished over. But Draco had already made up his mind. Punishment might be the only way to stop this madness from happening to him. As Draco got older, it became more and more frequent. Night after night. Day after day. He began to wonder why his father never stopped this. He knew what was going on. Why didn\'t he protect his only child? And why doesn’t he now? Isn’t that what a father was supposed to do?

Draco sighed again and tried to free his mind of ‘him’. The only way he could divert his thoughts was to think about Harry Potter. About how this boy was submitted to beatings, then raped repeatedly, and then forced to have an orgasm against his will. He thought of Harry’s last words. ‘Because it’s not supposed to feel good’. Perhaps that is why he abuses himself while masturbating. Maybe that’s the only way he has ever known to do it. But surely there was a time when he did it ‘normally’? He must have.

Draco took a deep breath and decided to check on him. He walked along the hallway scuffling his feet. The door was slightly ajar so he gently pushed it open. There on the bed lay Harry with his back towards him. He was covered in newly cleaned blankets and was moaning into his pillow. Was he asleep and having another nightmare? If that was the case, Draco immediately wanted to wake him. But something was different. He wasn\'t breathing quietly; he was breathing heavily. Draco’s instincts told him that Harry wasn\'t sleeping. For once in his life, he prayed he was wrong.

Draco closed his eyes in hopes he would open them and see Harry watching him. But that image was destroyed when he heard Harry softly cry out in pain. Draco knew exactly what Harry was doping and what he had to do.

“POTTER!”

Harry whipped his head around angrily and Draco could have sworn he saw blood on the sheets. He shouted the only word his mind could process.

“NO!”

He threw himself at Harry, pinning him securely to the bed.

“GET OFF ME!”

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, MALFOY! NOW. GET. OFF!”

“THIS IS YOUR SOLUTION? TO CUT OFF YOUR OWN DICK?”

Harry paused, looked up at him, and scowled. “WHAT are you going on about, Malfoy? Have you gone mad?”

“THIS!” he screamed, pointing down to Harry’s groin.

But there was no blood there. No knife. No sign of anything amiss. Were his eyes playing tricks on him?

He began to rapidly shake his head. “No! It can’t be! I saw it!” he quietly exclaimed.

Harry furrowed his eyes and demanded, “You saw WHAT?”

Draco couldn’t answer him. He was in too great a state of shock.

“You saw WHAT, Malfoy?” he demanded again.

Draco turned his face away and barely shrugged. “It was only my imagination,” he whispered.

Harry huffed. “Then would you mind leaving so I can have some privacy?”

Draco lowered his head. “Sure. Sorry.”

He swung his legs over the bed and started for the door.

“Malfoy?”

“Yes?” he replied, not turning around.

Harry paused then said, “Nothing. Never mind.”

Draco slowly turned back to Harry who had closed his eyes and turned over on his side. Draco walked over to the bed and softly stated, “You were doing it again.”

Harry flipped over, snapped his eyes open, and spat, “No I wasn\'t!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I DON’T CARE IF YOU DO OR NOT! I KNOW I WASN’T!”

Draco glared into the eyes of the angry boy. “Prove it then,” he quietly challenged.

“I DON’T HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING!”

Draco sighed and pursed his lips, trying to decide if he should or not. He took a deep breath and took a chance of Harry hating him forever. Draco gingerly took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I SWEAR I’LL…”

Harry was silenced from the shock of having his arms involuntarily raised over his head and fastened down with restraints. At the exact same time, his ankles were bound the same way. Harry started breathing heavily with his eyes bulging out in fear. Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the panic-stricken Gryffindor. But it didn\'t stop it from hearing his screams.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! I WILL KILL YOU, MALFOY! I SWEAR I WILL!”

Harry took in some deep breaths before starting again. “I MEAN IT! NOW LET ME GO! NOW!”

Draco slowly approached the bed.

“DON’T YOU COME NEAR ME! STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

“I wont hurt you, Potter,” he softly whispered.

“YES YOU WILL! WHY ELSE WOULD YOU TIE ME UP? NOW LET ME GO!”

Draco shook his head slowly. “No. I want to help you.”

“THIS IS NOT HELPING ME! IT’S SCARING ME!”

Draco barely nodded. “I know and I don’t mean to.”

Harry tightly closed his eyes and tears started streaking down his cheeks. He sobbed, “Please don’t do this to me. Please. Please let me go.”

“Potter. Please. You have to trust me.”

Harry almost laughed hysterically. “You must be joking!” His voice quickly changed to a serious tone. “I DON’T trust you. I don’t trust anyone!”

Draco advanced closer. “I know. But you need to try.”

“DON’T COME NEAR ME! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!”

Draco closed his eyes and sighed. Could he really go through with this? It killed him to see Harry so frantic, but he had to at least try. He reached the bed and slowly crept up on it.

Harry cried, “Please, Malfoy. Please. Don’t do this to me. I promise never to bother you again. Just PLEASE don’t do this.”

Draco straddled Harry’s legs and kept still.

Harry began to hyperventilate. “Gods. No no no no…”

Then he tried thrashing to get Draco off him, but with the muscle relaxed potion that he was still under, he could barely move at all. Draco waited until Harry calmed down. He placed his hands tenderly on top of Harry’s chest.

Harry whimpered, “Please don’t. I’ll do anything you want. Just please, don’t.”

“Shh, Potter. Just let me try to help.”

Harry continued to cry, tears now flowing from his eyes. He could only mouth ‘no no’ over and over again. He tried desperately not to open his eyes to watch. Draco brushed his hands down till they reached the top of the covers covering his hips. Draco held his breath, silently wishing that he was wrong about what Harry was doing. Ever so gently, he pulled down the blanket. He scrunched his face up and tightened his eyes, not wanting to look. He slowly opened them and gasped.

Barely audible, he croaked, “Potter. No.”

There in front of him was Harry’s flaccid cock. It was red, swollen, and almost to the point of looking unusable. Harry opened his eyes and glared up at Draco.

Through tear-filled eyes, he spat, “Are you happy now? Are you quite SATISFIED?” Draco shook his head still in disbelief, not able to tear his eyes away from it. “Will you get OFF me now?”

“Potter…” he began as he raised his eyes to the boy’s shaking face.

“NO! I don’t want to hear it! Just get off me!”

Draco gazed into dark emerald eyes and shook his head. He quietly whispered, “No.”

“NOW WHAT?” he yelled hoarsely. “YOU HAVE ME TIED UP AND HELPLESS, SO GO RIGHT AHEAD! GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME!”

Draco stuttered, “W-what?”

“That’s what you REALLY wanted to do, isn’t it? It took a few days, but here I am! Right in front of you! So go ahead! And you KNOW I won’t tell anyone!” he cried sarcastically.

“No. No, that’s not why I secured you to…”

“Restrained,” Harry corrected.

Draco sighed. “Potter. Do you honestly believe that I would take advantage of you like this? Knowing how I was taken advantage of?”

Harry growled through clenched teeth.

“I only wanted to show you…”

“How I look when I get fucked? Yes, I know that already. And now you do too. So go ahead, and then you’ll find out what sex is REALLY supposed to feel like!”

“Would you quit interrupting me? That’s NOT what I was going to say!” But then Draco paused after it had sunk in of Harry’s last statement.

“You… you think THIS,” he pointed to Harry being tied down. “is normal?”

“HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? IT’S ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN!”

Draco flinched as he heard his words being thrown back at him. He blinked a few times before speaking again.

“You think this is how all people … fuck?” he asked again, not believing Harry.

“I’m not stupid you know, so quit treating me like it,” He said huffing.

Draco opened his mouth, but was too stunned to say anything. Harry DOES believe it. He closed his eyes briefly then looked back at Harry.

“Potter?” Draco paused then asked quietly, “Has it EVER felt good?”

“Oh sure. Every time,” he replied sarcastically. “But it’s not supposed to now, is it?”

Draco slightly coughed, then swallowed to keep his bile down. “What about when you’re alone?”

“What do you think?” he sneered, motioning with his eyes to his groin.

Draco shook his head frantically, trying to make sense out of all this.

“I can sort of understand how you think sex is … well… painful, but when you’re alone…”

“A person needs release now, don’t they? So I have no choice then, do I?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“If I HAD a choice, I’d rather not even have one, nor the need for one.”

Draco blanched. *He can’t be serious* Draco thought. But unfortunately, it made perfect sense to him. And that disturbed him more than anything else.

A good part of Draco\'s life had been filled with a twisted form of lovemaking, but Harry … Draco cringed as he tried to think of word to describe it. No word was vile enough. Harry knew the type of sex he experienced was wrong, but didn\'t know what the right way was, or what it should feel like.

Draco barely pursed his lips and lowered his head. Should he? Wouldn\'t it cause more damage to Harry? Draco sighed and gathered up all of his courage. He was halfway there as it was. He sighed again and began unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers. Harry’s eyes bulged out their sockets as he screamed.

“NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T HURT ME! YOU’RE A LIAR!”

Barely audible, Draco whispered, “And I won’t. I wont hurt you.”

He removed his shirt, tossed it aside, and placed his hands on Harry’s chest. He rubbed them around gently and Harry began to softly cry. Trying as best as he could, Draco ignored his silent pleas and slowly unbuttoned Harry’s pyjama top. Again, Harry moaned ‘no no’ over and over. Draco slid the top to either side of Harry\'s chest and gasped.

“Potter. You’re…” he started.

Harry snapped open his eyes. “I’m WHAT?”

“You’re…”

“What? Too DISGUSTING for you?”

Draco shook his head, not removing his eyes from the boy’s muscular, tanned torso. “You’re beautiful.”

“I said to stop lying to me, so knock it off!”

Draco continued to shake his head in awe and bent down to him. Harry closed his eyes tightly and held his breath. Draco stroked Harry’s arms up and down and his lips grazed over Harry’s neck. He lightly kissed it then began to move up to Harry’s tear stroked face. He ran the tip of his tongue along Harry’s cheek and licked off the salty wetness. Harry turned his face away but it only gained him access to his ears, to which Draco immediately began nipping at it. Harry started to tense up.

“Am I hurting you?”

Harry answered with a sharp intake of air from the absence of Draco\'s mouth. And though Harry couldn’t see him, Draco smiled warmly.


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