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Traitor’s Reward
Chapter Number/Total: 12/20
Chapter Title: Traitor’s Reward
Words: 4060 Words
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Draco dropped his head to his chest and shuddered. It took every ounce of effort he had to end the spell and step back. He was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles hurt.
"Master," a simpering voice said, "may I?"
Harry could tell who that voice belonged to anywhere. He gritted his teeth. "No..."
"Wormtail…" Voldemort sounded surprised. "Been a while since you played in this game, hasn't it?
"Yes, Master," the man said.
"Yes, I think I would enjoy watching you entertain us," the Dark Lord said.
"No, not him!" Harry cried out, struggling again.
There was a lot of laughter at Harry's protests, and Wormtail thanked his master before coming toward Harry.
Draco stood, shaking with a new rage. He didn't want anyone to touch Potter. The man was his!
"Please, no!" Harry kept crying out. He knew that Wormtail was nothing but a coward and betrayer and Harry could easily beat him in a fair duel, if he only had a wand.
Wormtail reached dirty fingers out to run over the new wounds on Harry's back.
Harry tried to arch away from the fingers, crying out softly.
"Potter," the man said, "I am going to do to you what I should have done to your father."
"I should've let Sirius kill you!" Harry yelled.
Wormtail snickered, running bloodied fingers down and over Harry's arse.
Draco growled. He hadn't meant to do it, but he was trembling violently now.
"Stop, please," Harry whispered. He thrashed violently when he realized that Wormtail wasn't going to stop.
Draco strode to the base of the dais and dropped to both knees before the Dark Lord, head bowed. "My Lord," he said.
"Malfoy," Voldemort sneered, "you have a problem with our entertainment?"
"Master," Draco said, voice nearly calm-sounding. He rarely called the Dark Lord "Master." "I understood that Potter was to be mine," he said.
"As long as I wish it, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "You don't like others playing with your toy, do you?"
"No, my Lord, I do not," Draco answered honestly.
Harry went still, ignoring the hands touching him. What was Draco doing? He should just let things be and not interfere.
"What would you offer instead?" Voldemort asked casually. Too casually, Draco realised. He had definitely been set up.
"I will entertain with whatever punishment you wish me to inflict upon him," Draco said evenly.
"But you failed at that, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "A simple beating and you couldn't hold the spell."
"My apologies, Master," Draco said, desperately trying to think of way to fix it.
Harry swallowed as he listened to them talk. Something didn't seem right about the entire situation and he wished that Draco hadn’t said anything at all.
Behind Harry, Wormtail's fingers slid down the crevice of his arse until they found his opening.
Harry had almost forgotten Wormtail until he felt his fingers, and he jerked, squeezing his eyes shut. "No..." he moaned.
Wormtail roughly pushed long-nailed fingers into Harry, the nail edges cutting as he did.
Harry groaned, the pain of being torn open making his eyes well up again. It hurt, and it hurt even more knowing who was doing this to him.
Wormtail hadn't bothered to start with one finger, but was pushing all four in at once, pressing mercilessly into Harry's body as the man writhed, instinctively trying to get away from the pain but held in place by the chains.
Harry was openly sobbing as Wormtail went on, feeling nothing but the pain radiating from below. It felt as though he was being torn in half.
Potter's cries made Draco shiver again. "What would you have of me, my Lord?" he asked, knowing it was a kind of surrender and hoping Voldemort still needed his Potions skills.
Harry tried to think about what was happening with Draco, but he couldn't focus on anything else but the blinding pain.
Voldemort's smile sent ice down Draco's spine. The Potions master knew he was outmanoeuvred now. Potter's cries continued and Draco nearly held his breath.
"Strip as naked as your slave and put on a show for us," Voldemort said. "Then we will see if it is enough."
"Yes, Master," Draco said, his gorge rising and having to breathe through his nose. Aside from Potter, he had not allowed anyone to see him naked in years.
Wormtail has pressed his hand forward to the knuckles now, twisting cruelly inside Harry's body.
Harry was beginning to feel like he was going to die. Everything was just so intense, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He screamed and screamed, feeling his throat get raw.
Draco stripped as quickly as he could, the screaming urging him on. He laid his robes on the steps and stood naked before not only the Dark Lord, but all assembled Death Eaters. There were obscene suggestions muttered and he tried not to blush. Then he turned and strode back to the bench. "He is mine. Stop," he said to Pettigrew.
Wormtail whimpered and scowled at Draco, but withdrew his blood-covered hand from Harry's body.
Harry screams tapered down to sobs of pain, his body throbbing. He felt completely open, exposed, and impossibly dirty - like he could never be clean again.
There was blood running down both sides of Potter’s body and the insides of his legs. Draco swallowed thickly, trying to control his urge to grab the man and Apparate them out. It was suicide, and he knew it. Instead, he walked to the other end of the bench, standing naked in front of Potter's face. "You know what to do," he said.
Harry could barely see through his tears but he opened his mouth, leaning forward the best he could.
Draco took his wand and cast Finite, releasing Harry from the shackles and moving closer so that Potter could suck him.
Harry could hardly breathe properly through his nose, much less move without feeling pain. But he managed to suck Draco into his mouth, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do it as well as normal.
Draco wanted to reach and cup the other man's face, but kept his hands on his hips. He tried to ignore his surroundings and the obscene mutterings of the others, focusing instead on Potter. If he could pretend they were home, he might get through this.
Harry had to pull back after a minute, taking deep breaths through his mouth. His nose was too stuffy from the crying, and he would rather not pass out while trying to do this for Draco.
Draco silently cast the Arousal Spell on himself, knowing he would need it now. At least it made it look like Potter had been doing better at sucking than he was.
"Fuck him, Malfoy," somebody yelled out, and others joined in. Draco winced. He saw what Pettigrew had done and knew the pain that would cause Potter.
"Yes, do fuck him," Voldemort agreed with his followers. Wormtail snickered from where he still stood nearby.
"Hurts," Harry murmured weakly, his eyes closing. But he knew Draco would have to, no matter what he said.
"I know," Draco said. It was as close as he could get to saying something comforting given the circumstances. "Turn over, face up," he said.
Harry slowly obeyed, hissing as the wounds on his back pressed against the bench and nearly passing out when he moved.
While Potter struggled to turn over, Draco walked to the other end and then grabbed the man’s legs, putting a foot over each shoulder. At least this way, he could see Potter's face and not as much the ruin of what Wormtail had done to him. While he positioned himself, Draco cast another silent spell. This was another he had used before. It would give pleasure with the pain. He couldn't stop the pain, but he could at least make sure Potter enjoyed it.
Harry let out a loud gasp when he felt something wash over him, causing little sparks of pleasure to run down his spine and centre on his cock. He had no idea where it came from, but he whimpered.
"Look at me," Draco commanded, sounding harsh but wanting Potter to see only him. He lined up and thrust forward, not surprised to find Potter stretched open already.
Harry cried out and looked up at Draco, his eyes already burning with new tears. But even with the pain there was pleasure lying underneath, making Harry bite his lip.
Draco began thrusting then, rocking his hips back and forth inside the swollen channel of his lover's body. He wasn't gentle. He knew that would be useless. The spell required pain to make pleasure, so he thrust hard and fast.
Harry didn't know if he wanted to cry with the pain or pant in pleasure. There was too much going on, but throughout it all Harry kept the erection, Draco's cock getting him closer with every thrust.
Blood ran down Draco's legs with each thrust and he gritted his teeth, holding Potter's thighs as he thrust. He tuned out the laughter and other sounds from their audience and looked only at Potter's face. The blond was trying desperately to come.
Harry's face scrunched up as he was slowly pushed towards the edge. He knew he had to wait for Draco's permission before he could come, but he wasn't sure if he could hold it in.
Draco focused entirely on Potter's face, seeing the spell was working and that the other man was close. "Yes, come," he hissed.
Harry could hardly even hear Draco as he spoke, but Harry didn't care as he came hard.
It was the sound he made and the look on Potter's face that helped push Draco over the edge, growling a bit as he came inside the man. He stood panting then, hoping it had been enough of a show that the Dark Lord would let them leave now.
Harry gasped softly, his eyes closing as he felt Draco’s final thrust inside him. The room swam and he felt cold.
Draco backed up, drawing Potter's legs down and releasing them. He made the mistake of glancing down at his own body, seeing blood and come coating his groin and thighs, contrasting with his pale skin. There was a large pool on the floor now. He quickly looked back up and tried to breathe through his nose so he wouldn't lose control. He then turned and walked back to the dais and knelt again before Voldemort. "I hope that has been to your liking, my Lord," he said, eyes downcast.
The room was silent while the Dark Lord seemed to consider that. "I did enjoy that, yes," he answered. "And I know you are eager to leave us now. You are dismissed."
Harry lost a sense of time, the room seeming to flicker in his vision. He was shivering now but didn’t even have any strength left to move.
Draco nodded and stood, collecting his robes but not bothering to put them on. He did his best to feign indifference to the others’ watching. He walked back to the bench, picked up Potter in his arms and strode from the room. He hit the porch and Apparated back to the Manor.
Harry was barely awake when he saw that they were back at the Manor. "Sleep," he whispered quietly, closing his eyes.
Draco looked down at the pale, clammy skin of the other man. "No," he snapped, "stay awake. You are bleeding inside, and if you sleep now you might never wake up." He Apparated again, to his Potions Lab, and laid Potter on the worktable.
"But...tired," Harry whispered, managing to keep his eyes open a bit just for Draco. He felt queasy.
Draco dropped his robes and went to the shelves where he kept his strongest potions, finding several that would stop the bleeding and heal the internal damage. He brought them back and then put his arm around Potter's shoulders, lifting him up a bit. "Drink this," he said, bringing the potion to the man's near-bloodless lips.
Harry closed his eyes and leant in to drink it, trying to tip his head back.
Draco tipped the vial into Potter's mouth and then tossed it aside, holding the man's chin to help him swallow. "Come on, don't let go now," he whispered fiercely.
Harry managed to make a slight face as the potion went down his sore throat, but nothing else. After a minute he opened his eyes, looking up at Draco and trying to focus.
Draco watched the other man's face, hoping he had given him the potion in time. He glanced quickly at the clock. He had to wait at least ten minutes for the potion to stop the bleeding before he could give him the Regenerative Potion. But if Potter didn't fight to live, he could die before the time was up. "Don't die," he whispered. "Don't leave me here."
Harry's eyes slowly focused on Draco's face, just as he spoke. "Tired," Harry repeated hoarsely, but he didn't give into the sleep that wanted to take him. "Won't leave you..."
"Yes, don't leave me," Draco whispered, lips close to the other man's as he spoke. "You were right, I needed something," he continued. "I need you or I will become just like them, dead inside."
Harry tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Told you...need you too..." His eyes closed a bit as Harry spoke, so worn out that even talking was difficult.
"Five more minutes until the next potion," Draco told him. "Hang on."
Harry tried his best to do what Draco said. It would be so much easier to just close his eyes and give in to the sleep that wanted to claim him, but Harry didn't. He wanted to stay alive – for Draco.
Draco rubbed his lips against the other man's, still holding him in his arms. "Harry, stay with me," he whispered.
"I am," Harry whispered back, a tear slipping out of his eye when he felt Draco’s lips. "I'm here..."
Draco kissed him then, hoping he could anchor the other man in this world with his touch, with his desire.
Harry tried to kiss him back, his lips pressing softly against Draco’s.
Draco sucked and licked at his lover's lips, and then began kissing his face. Harry’s skin was clammy to the touch. "Harry," he said, and glanced at the clock. Hurriedly, he reached for the most powerful potion he had. It was expensive and difficult to make, but it could heal almost anything. He brought it to Harry's lips. "Drink," he said again.
Harry closed his eyes again, but managed to part his lips, waiting for Draco to pour.
Draco tipped the vial up, pouring its contents into Harry's mouth and then, like before, tossed it aside and cupped his face with his hand. "Swallow," he said, anxious.
Harry swallowed with a wince, his throat still hurting. It began to soothe him almost immediately and he sighed softly.
"Keep looking at me," Draco said, one arm still holding Harry up against his chest and the other hand cupping his face.
Harry forced himself to open his eyes a bit and look at Draco. What he saw there was open affection and concern. Harry managed a small smile, silently trying to tell Draco that he was okay.
"It will take a few minutes," Draco said, "but you should start to feel better... inside."
Harry nodded a bit. "When can I sleep?" he whispered.
"Not for at least twenty more minutes," Draco said, glancing at the clock. "Once I know it is working, I can take you to bed. I can't use spells on you in the meantime, either."
Harry whimpered, closing his eyes again. Twenty minutes was a long time.
"Harry, please, stay awake," Draco pleaded.
"I am," Harry moaned, opening his eyes again.
"Tell me how you feel," Draco said, glancing down. They were both still covered in blood and semen.
"It hurts, but it feels like it's going away," Harry murmured, swallowing again.
"You lost a lot of blood," Draco explained. "When it's safe to do so, I will want you to take a Blood-Replenishing Potion too." He glanced up. "Can you stay awake if I lay you down for a minute?”
"Where are you going?" Harry asked quietly, watching him.
"Just across the room to get potions to take with us to my room," Draco said. "I only keep standard ones in my cupboard there."
Harry nodded. "I'll stay awake."
Draco gently lay Harry back down on the worktable, watching the other man as he did.
Harry struggled to keep his eyes open, staring up at the ceiling of the Lab. When Draco was holding him, he had a reason to stay awake, but now he could easily sleep.
Draco quickly gathered up the potions he needed and put them in a box. Then he snapped his fingers and a confused looking house-elf appeared. "Take this to my room and put it on the counter in my bathroom. Prepare a bath," he instructed. When the elf disappeared, Draco returned to Harry. "Harry, open your eyes," he said when he saw that the man was falling asleep again.
"I'm not sleeping," Harry mumbled, his words slurring together as he opened his eyes again.
"Sure," Draco drawled. But then he put one arm under Harry's shoulders and the other under his knees. "Put your arms around my neck and hold on. I have to carry you," he explained.
Harry looked at him for a long moment before he used all his strength to reach up and wrap his arms around Draco's neck. His arms began to shake, but he held on.
Draco lifted, cradling the man against his own body and carrying him through the house. He couldn't risk Apparating or it would ruin the potion he had given Harry. He was tired too, and it was hard work getting them both up the stairs to the bedroom.
"I'm too heavy," Harry mumbled against the skin of Draco's neck, noticing how Draco was moving slowly.
"I’m just tired," Draco answered. "Hold on tighter and it will help."
Harry tried his best to hold on tighter for Draco.
They made it to the master suite, and then to the bathroom where Draco found the bath and the potions waiting. "I am going to bathe you now," he told Harry.
Harry nodded, not loosening his grip on Draco yet. "Come in with me..."
"That was the plan," Draco said with a small smile. He walked over to the tub and sat on the edge, still holding the other man. He swung one leg, then the other, into the bath and then gently lowered the two of them into the warm water.
Harry sighed, pressing himself against Draco more as he felt the water. "Feels good," he whispered, his arms slowly slipping away.
"Stay with me and hold on," Draco said. "I can't wash you and hold you up in the water."
Harry tightened his arms again. "It doesn't hurt as bad...but I feel dirty," Harry whispered quietly.
Draco reached for a washcloth, soaking it for a minute. Then he began with Harry's face, gently washing.
Harry closed his eyes again, just so he could do it properly. "Thank you again."
Draco worked his way down, gently and thoroughly washing Harry’s neck next. "Open your eyes again," he said. "Can't fall asleep until we get to the bed."
Harry opened them a bit, watching Draco's face as he worked. "We made it."
"So far," Draco said softly. He rinsed the cloth and began to wash the man's chest and belly, washing away the dried semen and blood there.
"So far," Harry repeated, sighing softly. He shuddered at the thought of what had happened to Fred right in front of him. For all he knew that would be them one day. But he didn't want to think about it.
Draco switched the hand holding Harry, washing his back. The wounds had closed but there would probably be more scars.
Harry began to quietly hum as Draco went on, his eyes open and staring at the water as he was washed off. It was slowly turning a murky brown colour and Harry realised that it was all the blood Draco was washing off.
Once Draco had managed to wash Harry's upper body, he sighed. "I need to check to see how you are healing," he said, "and I can wash then, too. You will need to put your arms on the side of the bath and kneel in the water."
Harry trembled, but nodded, reaching out and putting his arms on the side of the tub as he knelt.
Draco shifted so he could use both hands to gently spread the other man's arse cheeks. He desperately hoped the Healing Potion had done its job. He sighed in relief when he saw it was working. The skin of the other man's opening was pink and new, no longer torn.
Harry was shaking again, even though he knew Draco was only helping him and would not hurt him.
Draco gently stroked Harry's buttocks. "It is fine," he said, then reached for the cloth to wash again. He wiped away the last of the dried blood and fluids, being as gentle as he could.
Even though Draco said that, Harry still shook, especially when he felt the cloth swipe over his entrance.
"There," Draco said, feeling the other man's trembling. "Spread a little more so I can wash your thighs," he instructed.
Harry sniffled and did as the other man said, moving his knees apart.
Draco reached a cloth-covered hand between Harry's legs, washing his thighs and then his groin.
Harry gasped and closed his eyes at the touch. He didn't know why he still felt sensitive.
Draco then used the cloth to quickly clean himself, grateful to remove the blood. "Stay there for a minute," he said, climbing out of the tub. He still couldn't use magic on Harry, so he reached for a large towel, draping it around the other man's shoulders. "Now let's get you to bed," he said, helping him stand.
Harry wobbled as he stood up, leaning on Draco for support. "Sleep finally?" he asked hopefully. He pulled the towel around him more as he shivered.
Draco walked Harry over to the sink counter and leant him against it. He cast a Drying Charm on himself and then used another towel to finish drying the other man. He cast Tempus and nodded. "I think it’s safe to give you the Replenishing Potion now," he said. Draco opened the box of potions, and brought the correct one to Harry's lips. "Drink," he said softly.
Harry opened his mouth and tipped his head back, quickly drinking the potion. Thankfully, it didn't taste all that bad.
"That might make it harder to sleep, but it will replace the blood you have lost," Draco explained, tossing aside the wet towels and leading Harry back into the bedroom.
Harry nodded, slowly walking alongside Draco. "As long as I can sleep."
Draco pulled the covers back and helped Harry into the bed. He set his wand and the box of potions nearby so he could reach them quickly, then climbed in beside the other man.
Harry immediately snuggled close, curling up against Draco. "Warm..."
Draco wrapped his arms about the other man, holding him close, covers pulled up. "Yes, rest now," he whispered.
Harry closed his eyes with a long sigh, finally letting himself go. Even with the Replenishing Potion, Harry was asleep within minutes.
Draco lay there for a long time, listening to the other man breathe. He wanted to cry, but he hadn't done so since they had made him watch his mother's death. The Dark Lord had made it clear it was his fault, and forced him to watch as his punishment. He understood now that something inside him had broken that day. He had often wondered if that was what the Dementor's Kiss felt like. Now, lying with Harry in his arms, he felt an ache deep inside and wondered if he still had a soul, buried in there somewhere. Eventually, even with such grim thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Title: Traitor’s Reward
Words: 4060 Words
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Draco dropped his head to his chest and shuddered. It took every ounce of effort he had to end the spell and step back. He was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles hurt.
"Master," a simpering voice said, "may I?"
Harry could tell who that voice belonged to anywhere. He gritted his teeth. "No..."
"Wormtail…" Voldemort sounded surprised. "Been a while since you played in this game, hasn't it?
"Yes, Master," the man said.
"Yes, I think I would enjoy watching you entertain us," the Dark Lord said.
"No, not him!" Harry cried out, struggling again.
There was a lot of laughter at Harry's protests, and Wormtail thanked his master before coming toward Harry.
Draco stood, shaking with a new rage. He didn't want anyone to touch Potter. The man was his!
"Please, no!" Harry kept crying out. He knew that Wormtail was nothing but a coward and betrayer and Harry could easily beat him in a fair duel, if he only had a wand.
Wormtail reached dirty fingers out to run over the new wounds on Harry's back.
Harry tried to arch away from the fingers, crying out softly.
"Potter," the man said, "I am going to do to you what I should have done to your father."
"I should've let Sirius kill you!" Harry yelled.
Wormtail snickered, running bloodied fingers down and over Harry's arse.
Draco growled. He hadn't meant to do it, but he was trembling violently now.
"Stop, please," Harry whispered. He thrashed violently when he realized that Wormtail wasn't going to stop.
Draco strode to the base of the dais and dropped to both knees before the Dark Lord, head bowed. "My Lord," he said.
"Malfoy," Voldemort sneered, "you have a problem with our entertainment?"
"Master," Draco said, voice nearly calm-sounding. He rarely called the Dark Lord "Master." "I understood that Potter was to be mine," he said.
"As long as I wish it, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "You don't like others playing with your toy, do you?"
"No, my Lord, I do not," Draco answered honestly.
Harry went still, ignoring the hands touching him. What was Draco doing? He should just let things be and not interfere.
"What would you offer instead?" Voldemort asked casually. Too casually, Draco realised. He had definitely been set up.
"I will entertain with whatever punishment you wish me to inflict upon him," Draco said evenly.
"But you failed at that, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed. "A simple beating and you couldn't hold the spell."
"My apologies, Master," Draco said, desperately trying to think of way to fix it.
Harry swallowed as he listened to them talk. Something didn't seem right about the entire situation and he wished that Draco hadn’t said anything at all.
Behind Harry, Wormtail's fingers slid down the crevice of his arse until they found his opening.
Harry had almost forgotten Wormtail until he felt his fingers, and he jerked, squeezing his eyes shut. "No..." he moaned.
Wormtail roughly pushed long-nailed fingers into Harry, the nail edges cutting as he did.
Harry groaned, the pain of being torn open making his eyes well up again. It hurt, and it hurt even more knowing who was doing this to him.
Wormtail hadn't bothered to start with one finger, but was pushing all four in at once, pressing mercilessly into Harry's body as the man writhed, instinctively trying to get away from the pain but held in place by the chains.
Harry was openly sobbing as Wormtail went on, feeling nothing but the pain radiating from below. It felt as though he was being torn in half.
Potter's cries made Draco shiver again. "What would you have of me, my Lord?" he asked, knowing it was a kind of surrender and hoping Voldemort still needed his Potions skills.
Harry tried to think about what was happening with Draco, but he couldn't focus on anything else but the blinding pain.
Voldemort's smile sent ice down Draco's spine. The Potions master knew he was outmanoeuvred now. Potter's cries continued and Draco nearly held his breath.
"Strip as naked as your slave and put on a show for us," Voldemort said. "Then we will see if it is enough."
"Yes, Master," Draco said, his gorge rising and having to breathe through his nose. Aside from Potter, he had not allowed anyone to see him naked in years.
Wormtail has pressed his hand forward to the knuckles now, twisting cruelly inside Harry's body.
Harry was beginning to feel like he was going to die. Everything was just so intense, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He screamed and screamed, feeling his throat get raw.
Draco stripped as quickly as he could, the screaming urging him on. He laid his robes on the steps and stood naked before not only the Dark Lord, but all assembled Death Eaters. There were obscene suggestions muttered and he tried not to blush. Then he turned and strode back to the bench. "He is mine. Stop," he said to Pettigrew.
Wormtail whimpered and scowled at Draco, but withdrew his blood-covered hand from Harry's body.
Harry screams tapered down to sobs of pain, his body throbbing. He felt completely open, exposed, and impossibly dirty - like he could never be clean again.
There was blood running down both sides of Potter’s body and the insides of his legs. Draco swallowed thickly, trying to control his urge to grab the man and Apparate them out. It was suicide, and he knew it. Instead, he walked to the other end of the bench, standing naked in front of Potter's face. "You know what to do," he said.
Harry could barely see through his tears but he opened his mouth, leaning forward the best he could.
Draco took his wand and cast Finite, releasing Harry from the shackles and moving closer so that Potter could suck him.
Harry could hardly breathe properly through his nose, much less move without feeling pain. But he managed to suck Draco into his mouth, knowing that he wouldn't be able to do it as well as normal.
Draco wanted to reach and cup the other man's face, but kept his hands on his hips. He tried to ignore his surroundings and the obscene mutterings of the others, focusing instead on Potter. If he could pretend they were home, he might get through this.
Harry had to pull back after a minute, taking deep breaths through his mouth. His nose was too stuffy from the crying, and he would rather not pass out while trying to do this for Draco.
Draco silently cast the Arousal Spell on himself, knowing he would need it now. At least it made it look like Potter had been doing better at sucking than he was.
"Fuck him, Malfoy," somebody yelled out, and others joined in. Draco winced. He saw what Pettigrew had done and knew the pain that would cause Potter.
"Yes, do fuck him," Voldemort agreed with his followers. Wormtail snickered from where he still stood nearby.
"Hurts," Harry murmured weakly, his eyes closing. But he knew Draco would have to, no matter what he said.
"I know," Draco said. It was as close as he could get to saying something comforting given the circumstances. "Turn over, face up," he said.
Harry slowly obeyed, hissing as the wounds on his back pressed against the bench and nearly passing out when he moved.
While Potter struggled to turn over, Draco walked to the other end and then grabbed the man’s legs, putting a foot over each shoulder. At least this way, he could see Potter's face and not as much the ruin of what Wormtail had done to him. While he positioned himself, Draco cast another silent spell. This was another he had used before. It would give pleasure with the pain. He couldn't stop the pain, but he could at least make sure Potter enjoyed it.
Harry let out a loud gasp when he felt something wash over him, causing little sparks of pleasure to run down his spine and centre on his cock. He had no idea where it came from, but he whimpered.
"Look at me," Draco commanded, sounding harsh but wanting Potter to see only him. He lined up and thrust forward, not surprised to find Potter stretched open already.
Harry cried out and looked up at Draco, his eyes already burning with new tears. But even with the pain there was pleasure lying underneath, making Harry bite his lip.
Draco began thrusting then, rocking his hips back and forth inside the swollen channel of his lover's body. He wasn't gentle. He knew that would be useless. The spell required pain to make pleasure, so he thrust hard and fast.
Harry didn't know if he wanted to cry with the pain or pant in pleasure. There was too much going on, but throughout it all Harry kept the erection, Draco's cock getting him closer with every thrust.
Blood ran down Draco's legs with each thrust and he gritted his teeth, holding Potter's thighs as he thrust. He tuned out the laughter and other sounds from their audience and looked only at Potter's face. The blond was trying desperately to come.
Harry's face scrunched up as he was slowly pushed towards the edge. He knew he had to wait for Draco's permission before he could come, but he wasn't sure if he could hold it in.
Draco focused entirely on Potter's face, seeing the spell was working and that the other man was close. "Yes, come," he hissed.
Harry could hardly even hear Draco as he spoke, but Harry didn't care as he came hard.
It was the sound he made and the look on Potter's face that helped push Draco over the edge, growling a bit as he came inside the man. He stood panting then, hoping it had been enough of a show that the Dark Lord would let them leave now.
Harry gasped softly, his eyes closing as he felt Draco’s final thrust inside him. The room swam and he felt cold.
Draco backed up, drawing Potter's legs down and releasing them. He made the mistake of glancing down at his own body, seeing blood and come coating his groin and thighs, contrasting with his pale skin. There was a large pool on the floor now. He quickly looked back up and tried to breathe through his nose so he wouldn't lose control. He then turned and walked back to the dais and knelt again before Voldemort. "I hope that has been to your liking, my Lord," he said, eyes downcast.
The room was silent while the Dark Lord seemed to consider that. "I did enjoy that, yes," he answered. "And I know you are eager to leave us now. You are dismissed."
Harry lost a sense of time, the room seeming to flicker in his vision. He was shivering now but didn’t even have any strength left to move.
Draco nodded and stood, collecting his robes but not bothering to put them on. He did his best to feign indifference to the others’ watching. He walked back to the bench, picked up Potter in his arms and strode from the room. He hit the porch and Apparated back to the Manor.
Harry was barely awake when he saw that they were back at the Manor. "Sleep," he whispered quietly, closing his eyes.
Draco looked down at the pale, clammy skin of the other man. "No," he snapped, "stay awake. You are bleeding inside, and if you sleep now you might never wake up." He Apparated again, to his Potions Lab, and laid Potter on the worktable.
"But...tired," Harry whispered, managing to keep his eyes open a bit just for Draco. He felt queasy.
Draco dropped his robes and went to the shelves where he kept his strongest potions, finding several that would stop the bleeding and heal the internal damage. He brought them back and then put his arm around Potter's shoulders, lifting him up a bit. "Drink this," he said, bringing the potion to the man's near-bloodless lips.
Harry closed his eyes and leant in to drink it, trying to tip his head back.
Draco tipped the vial into Potter's mouth and then tossed it aside, holding the man's chin to help him swallow. "Come on, don't let go now," he whispered fiercely.
Harry managed to make a slight face as the potion went down his sore throat, but nothing else. After a minute he opened his eyes, looking up at Draco and trying to focus.
Draco watched the other man's face, hoping he had given him the potion in time. He glanced quickly at the clock. He had to wait at least ten minutes for the potion to stop the bleeding before he could give him the Regenerative Potion. But if Potter didn't fight to live, he could die before the time was up. "Don't die," he whispered. "Don't leave me here."
Harry's eyes slowly focused on Draco's face, just as he spoke. "Tired," Harry repeated hoarsely, but he didn't give into the sleep that wanted to take him. "Won't leave you..."
"Yes, don't leave me," Draco whispered, lips close to the other man's as he spoke. "You were right, I needed something," he continued. "I need you or I will become just like them, dead inside."
Harry tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "Told you...need you too..." His eyes closed a bit as Harry spoke, so worn out that even talking was difficult.
"Five more minutes until the next potion," Draco told him. "Hang on."
Harry tried his best to do what Draco said. It would be so much easier to just close his eyes and give in to the sleep that wanted to claim him, but Harry didn't. He wanted to stay alive – for Draco.
Draco rubbed his lips against the other man's, still holding him in his arms. "Harry, stay with me," he whispered.
"I am," Harry whispered back, a tear slipping out of his eye when he felt Draco’s lips. "I'm here..."
Draco kissed him then, hoping he could anchor the other man in this world with his touch, with his desire.
Harry tried to kiss him back, his lips pressing softly against Draco’s.
Draco sucked and licked at his lover's lips, and then began kissing his face. Harry’s skin was clammy to the touch. "Harry," he said, and glanced at the clock. Hurriedly, he reached for the most powerful potion he had. It was expensive and difficult to make, but it could heal almost anything. He brought it to Harry's lips. "Drink," he said again.
Harry closed his eyes again, but managed to part his lips, waiting for Draco to pour.
Draco tipped the vial up, pouring its contents into Harry's mouth and then, like before, tossed it aside and cupped his face with his hand. "Swallow," he said, anxious.
Harry swallowed with a wince, his throat still hurting. It began to soothe him almost immediately and he sighed softly.
"Keep looking at me," Draco said, one arm still holding Harry up against his chest and the other hand cupping his face.
Harry forced himself to open his eyes a bit and look at Draco. What he saw there was open affection and concern. Harry managed a small smile, silently trying to tell Draco that he was okay.
"It will take a few minutes," Draco said, "but you should start to feel better... inside."
Harry nodded a bit. "When can I sleep?" he whispered.
"Not for at least twenty more minutes," Draco said, glancing at the clock. "Once I know it is working, I can take you to bed. I can't use spells on you in the meantime, either."
Harry whimpered, closing his eyes again. Twenty minutes was a long time.
"Harry, please, stay awake," Draco pleaded.
"I am," Harry moaned, opening his eyes again.
"Tell me how you feel," Draco said, glancing down. They were both still covered in blood and semen.
"It hurts, but it feels like it's going away," Harry murmured, swallowing again.
"You lost a lot of blood," Draco explained. "When it's safe to do so, I will want you to take a Blood-Replenishing Potion too." He glanced up. "Can you stay awake if I lay you down for a minute?”
"Where are you going?" Harry asked quietly, watching him.
"Just across the room to get potions to take with us to my room," Draco said. "I only keep standard ones in my cupboard there."
Harry nodded. "I'll stay awake."
Draco gently lay Harry back down on the worktable, watching the other man as he did.
Harry struggled to keep his eyes open, staring up at the ceiling of the Lab. When Draco was holding him, he had a reason to stay awake, but now he could easily sleep.
Draco quickly gathered up the potions he needed and put them in a box. Then he snapped his fingers and a confused looking house-elf appeared. "Take this to my room and put it on the counter in my bathroom. Prepare a bath," he instructed. When the elf disappeared, Draco returned to Harry. "Harry, open your eyes," he said when he saw that the man was falling asleep again.
"I'm not sleeping," Harry mumbled, his words slurring together as he opened his eyes again.
"Sure," Draco drawled. But then he put one arm under Harry's shoulders and the other under his knees. "Put your arms around my neck and hold on. I have to carry you," he explained.
Harry looked at him for a long moment before he used all his strength to reach up and wrap his arms around Draco's neck. His arms began to shake, but he held on.
Draco lifted, cradling the man against his own body and carrying him through the house. He couldn't risk Apparating or it would ruin the potion he had given Harry. He was tired too, and it was hard work getting them both up the stairs to the bedroom.
"I'm too heavy," Harry mumbled against the skin of Draco's neck, noticing how Draco was moving slowly.
"I’m just tired," Draco answered. "Hold on tighter and it will help."
Harry tried his best to hold on tighter for Draco.
They made it to the master suite, and then to the bathroom where Draco found the bath and the potions waiting. "I am going to bathe you now," he told Harry.
Harry nodded, not loosening his grip on Draco yet. "Come in with me..."
"That was the plan," Draco said with a small smile. He walked over to the tub and sat on the edge, still holding the other man. He swung one leg, then the other, into the bath and then gently lowered the two of them into the warm water.
Harry sighed, pressing himself against Draco more as he felt the water. "Feels good," he whispered, his arms slowly slipping away.
"Stay with me and hold on," Draco said. "I can't wash you and hold you up in the water."
Harry tightened his arms again. "It doesn't hurt as bad...but I feel dirty," Harry whispered quietly.
Draco reached for a washcloth, soaking it for a minute. Then he began with Harry's face, gently washing.
Harry closed his eyes again, just so he could do it properly. "Thank you again."
Draco worked his way down, gently and thoroughly washing Harry’s neck next. "Open your eyes again," he said. "Can't fall asleep until we get to the bed."
Harry opened them a bit, watching Draco's face as he worked. "We made it."
"So far," Draco said softly. He rinsed the cloth and began to wash the man's chest and belly, washing away the dried semen and blood there.
"So far," Harry repeated, sighing softly. He shuddered at the thought of what had happened to Fred right in front of him. For all he knew that would be them one day. But he didn't want to think about it.
Draco switched the hand holding Harry, washing his back. The wounds had closed but there would probably be more scars.
Harry began to quietly hum as Draco went on, his eyes open and staring at the water as he was washed off. It was slowly turning a murky brown colour and Harry realised that it was all the blood Draco was washing off.
Once Draco had managed to wash Harry's upper body, he sighed. "I need to check to see how you are healing," he said, "and I can wash then, too. You will need to put your arms on the side of the bath and kneel in the water."
Harry trembled, but nodded, reaching out and putting his arms on the side of the tub as he knelt.
Draco shifted so he could use both hands to gently spread the other man's arse cheeks. He desperately hoped the Healing Potion had done its job. He sighed in relief when he saw it was working. The skin of the other man's opening was pink and new, no longer torn.
Harry was shaking again, even though he knew Draco was only helping him and would not hurt him.
Draco gently stroked Harry's buttocks. "It is fine," he said, then reached for the cloth to wash again. He wiped away the last of the dried blood and fluids, being as gentle as he could.
Even though Draco said that, Harry still shook, especially when he felt the cloth swipe over his entrance.
"There," Draco said, feeling the other man's trembling. "Spread a little more so I can wash your thighs," he instructed.
Harry sniffled and did as the other man said, moving his knees apart.
Draco reached a cloth-covered hand between Harry's legs, washing his thighs and then his groin.
Harry gasped and closed his eyes at the touch. He didn't know why he still felt sensitive.
Draco then used the cloth to quickly clean himself, grateful to remove the blood. "Stay there for a minute," he said, climbing out of the tub. He still couldn't use magic on Harry, so he reached for a large towel, draping it around the other man's shoulders. "Now let's get you to bed," he said, helping him stand.
Harry wobbled as he stood up, leaning on Draco for support. "Sleep finally?" he asked hopefully. He pulled the towel around him more as he shivered.
Draco walked Harry over to the sink counter and leant him against it. He cast a Drying Charm on himself and then used another towel to finish drying the other man. He cast Tempus and nodded. "I think it’s safe to give you the Replenishing Potion now," he said. Draco opened the box of potions, and brought the correct one to Harry's lips. "Drink," he said softly.
Harry opened his mouth and tipped his head back, quickly drinking the potion. Thankfully, it didn't taste all that bad.
"That might make it harder to sleep, but it will replace the blood you have lost," Draco explained, tossing aside the wet towels and leading Harry back into the bedroom.
Harry nodded, slowly walking alongside Draco. "As long as I can sleep."
Draco pulled the covers back and helped Harry into the bed. He set his wand and the box of potions nearby so he could reach them quickly, then climbed in beside the other man.
Harry immediately snuggled close, curling up against Draco. "Warm..."
Draco wrapped his arms about the other man, holding him close, covers pulled up. "Yes, rest now," he whispered.
Harry closed his eyes with a long sigh, finally letting himself go. Even with the Replenishing Potion, Harry was asleep within minutes.
Draco lay there for a long time, listening to the other man breathe. He wanted to cry, but he hadn't done so since they had made him watch his mother's death. The Dark Lord had made it clear it was his fault, and forced him to watch as his punishment. He understood now that something inside him had broken that day. He had often wondered if that was what the Dementor's Kiss felt like. Now, lying with Harry in his arms, he felt an ache deep inside and wondered if he still had a soul, buried in there somewhere. Eventually, even with such grim thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.