Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Missing
Chapter Number/Total: 12/24
Chapter Title: Missing
Words: 1889 Words
Draco sat at the table in the kitchen, sipping his tea. He was expecting Harry to Floo back from the Leaky Cauldron. He understood how important his lover's visits with Ron were, but he still missed Harry when he was gone.
Suddenly, the fireplace flared up and Ron stepped out, brushing off his clothes. "Malfoy," he greeted, "Harry come back early?"
Draco stood abruptly. "He is with you," he said, heart suddenly speeding up with fear.
"He never showed up," Ron said, slowly frowning. "You mean he's not here?"
"Hell," Draco yelled and headed for the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo powder. He knew Harry would not have missed his appointment with Ron without reason and wouldn't go off without telling Draco where he would be.
Ron followed him quickly, looking worried as well. "We should check everywhere he went today ... he could still be with Fred and George," Ron said hopefully.
They stepped out of the Floo into the Leaky Cauldron and immediately there were gasps when people looked at Draco. He had forgotten he wasn't wearing a Disguise Charm. He ignored them. "Lead the way," he told Ron.
Ron left the place quickly, tapping the brick to open the arch. Draco followed him and they ran down the street to Fred and George's shop, heading inside.
"Little brother!" came the voice of George, who stepped out of an aisle with a box of bottles. "And Malfoy! I was just putting your latest items up on the shelves."
There were children running around the shop as well, laughing and playing with some of the inventions. Fred was showing a customer another one of their products not too far away.
Draco and Ron were looking around frantically. The blond's heart clenched painfully when he realised Harry wasn't there. A child looked up at Draco and began to cry. Then others turned to look and he heard more gasps. Several people grabbed their children and pulled them out of the shop. Draco sneered. "When did Harry leave here?"
"Hours ago," George replied, not seeming to notice the people leaving once he saw the urgency on both of their faces. "Why? Is he missing?"
"Where was he going from here?" Draco insisted.
"Probably the Apothecary, doesn't he go there every other week?" Fred asked, stepping up beside George.
Draco was out the door and running for the Apothecary shop before George could say more, Ron running behind him but unable to catch up with the faster part-wolf. Draco reached the shop and found it closed, the door locked. He began pounding on it but no one answered. "Unlock the door," he snapped at Ron.
Ron quickly pulled out his wand and unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside.
Draco stepped in behind him and stopped, sniffing the air. "He's been here," he said.
Ron gave him a strange look, but nodded, quietly casting Lumos now to light the gloom of the shop. "I don't see anything. How can you tell ...."
Draco closed the door so the air in the shop wouldn't be disturbed more. "I can smell him and others."
"What others?" Ron asked. "Are you sure it's not just customers. Harry? You in here?" He went quiet, listening. There was nothing but the sounds of their breathing.
"No, I smell them too, but Harry and at least two other men were here last," Draco said, closing his eyes to concentrate. Something was very familiar about those scents.
Ron began to walk around, casting the light around the shop. He reached the counter and leaned over, gasping loudly and taking a few steps back. "Malfoy!"
"What?" Draco snapped, feeling like he almost had the answer but couldn't quite get it.
"Look!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at the counter.
Draco walked up beside Ron and looked down at the dead, staring face of the shopkeeper. "Killing Curse," he said. Then it was like a shiver that went through him. He knew those smells. "You are the one that's going be an Auror, you contact the Ministry," he snapped, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Ron demanded.
Draco growled as he opened the door, heading into the street.
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled, following after him quickly. "If you're going to find Harry, you sure as hell aren't doing it without me."
Draco snorted, ignoring Ron and heading toward Knockturn Alley.
Ron followed stubbornly. "You know where he is?"
"I may know where to find who was in that shop," Draco replied but didn't slow down.
***
Crabbe made a last thrust into Harry's mouth, coming then and laughing at the look on Harry's face. Harry waited until the man pulled out of his mouth before he spit it out, all over Crabbe's shoes.
"Fucking shit," Crabbe cursed and drew his wand.
"No Cruciatus," Pucey said.
Crabbe's head snapped in his direction. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, he made a deal. We can do what we want to him as long as we don't use it."
Crabbe scowled at Pucey, but Goyle stepped in. He grabbed Harry's hair and yanked backward so that Harry was looking up at him. "I'm not going to have you suck my cock, you disgusting pervert. I know what you've been sucking." He yanked hard then and the chair fell, crashing to the ground with Harry still tied to it. Harry cried out and grunted when the chair hit the ground, bindings and the chair digging into his flesh and feeling bruised from the landing on the wooden floor.
Goyle laughed and kicked Harry in the stomach. Then his groin. Then the other two were joining in, kicking until the wooden chair broke to pieces along with what felt like many of Harry's bones. Harry just closed his eyes, weakly crying out as they beat him. His head fell to the side as he began to lose consciousness.
Harry felt them pull him up again, Crabbe and Goyle lifting him up by the arms, and it was very clear then that his right shoulder was dislocated. He screamed. The other men tossed away the broken chair and what was left of his clothes, then lay him face down over the edge of an old dining table.
Harry was sobbing softly, his cheek pressed against the table. He had hoped they would just settle for beating him, and not anything else. He trembled violently, his thoughts haunted by the rapes from before, body clenched in remembered pain before these men even started.
"I always wondered what it would be like to fuck The Golden Boy," Pucey said, ignoring Goyle's sound of disgust. Harry could feel it as the man moved up beside him. And then he felt the man's cock forcing into him. Harry screamed again, his voice hoarse and dry. Crabbe and Goyle held him down while Pucey raped him. The table edge cut into his hips and it was eerily like when Macnair had done it with Lucius laughing in the background.
Harry could do nothing but sob, feeling helpless and humiliated. "Please stop," he whispered, coughing weakly.
***
Draco moved deeper into the passages behind Knockturn Alley, places few respectable citizens of the wizarding world would ever see. He came to a very rundown hotel. The kind that was only one step above sleeping in the gutter; if that. He stepped into the building, Ron at his heels, and sniffed the air. Then he headed deeper inside. People fled out of his path when they saw him. Most would have been afraid of him in this form already, but anger radiated off him like the heat from a furnace.
They made their way up stairs that reeked of urine, blood and worse. Draco tried to concentrate on the scent of his old dorm mates. It was a long shot but it was the only thing he could think of.
Ron was panting from the effort to keep up with Draco. "This place is disgusting," he gasped.
Then he heard the sounds -- the laughter of Crabbe and Goyle and the sound of Harry crying out in pain. Draco didn't even hesitate, but ran as fast up the stairs as he could to the next level and barreled into the door, shattering it.
Crabbe and Goyle drew their wands but Pucey was too preoccupied, pumping furiously into Harry's body. Draco's rage was almost blinding. Before any of them had a chance to move, Draco's clawed hands wrapped around Pucey, pulling him off Harry.
Harry turned in time to watch as Draco used his claw to disembowel Pucey. The dying man probably barely had time to feel that when the other claw took out the front of his throat, blood gushing over him and Harry and splattering on the other two.
Ron pulled his wand out, immediately firing a Stupefy Spell at Crabbe who was the closest to him.
Harry slowly slid off of the table and onto the floor, observing what was happening around him in a daze.
Goyle fired a hex at Draco, sending the blond flying back into the wall. He then raised a boot and stomped on Harry where he had fallen, catching him in the middle of his back. Harry screamed when he heard the crack, the pain even worse than before. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally lost conciousness, his body going limp.
"Stupefy!" Ron yelled just a moment too late, the spell hitting Goyle in the chest and causing him to tumble over. Ron tied him up with the same spell he used on Crabbe who was lying on the ground not too far away. Then Ron conjured his Patronus, quickly giving it a message to get immediate help from the Ministry. The dog ran off and out of the hotel.
Draco dropped Pucey and literally pounced on Goyle, slitting the man's throat quickly and tossing him aside before kneeling beside his lover. He could hear Harry's heart beating so he knew he was alive, but he saw what they had done to him and it filled him with such anguish that he howled in pain. The sound could probably be heard for miles.
***
Soon there were Aurors Apparating all around them, and Ron quickly shouted as wands were levelled at Draco. Ron immediately told them what had happened before they started pointing fingers and coming up with the wrong conclusions. The Aurors picked up Crabbe and he was taken away for questioning.
There were a few more people Apparating into the room, including a Mediwitch who rushed over to Harry to assess his damage. "We need to get him back to St Mungo's now!" she yelled. A stretcher was Transfigured while the woman pulled off her white coat to drape it over Harry's body. She glanced at Draco, looking sad. "He'll be okay," she said.
Draco was holding Harry's hand gently in one of his clawed ones. He was covered in blood, but then so was Harry. "I'm going with him," he said.
"Not a problem," said the woman. "We just have to go now; we don't have the necessary equipment here."
"Ron," Draco said, looking to the redhead. "Take me?"
"Of course," Ron said. "I was planning on going myself." He walked over and laid a trembling hand on Draco's shoulder.
Chapter Title: Missing
Words: 1889 Words
Draco sat at the table in the kitchen, sipping his tea. He was expecting Harry to Floo back from the Leaky Cauldron. He understood how important his lover's visits with Ron were, but he still missed Harry when he was gone.
Suddenly, the fireplace flared up and Ron stepped out, brushing off his clothes. "Malfoy," he greeted, "Harry come back early?"
Draco stood abruptly. "He is with you," he said, heart suddenly speeding up with fear.
"He never showed up," Ron said, slowly frowning. "You mean he's not here?"
"Hell," Draco yelled and headed for the fireplace, grabbing a handful of Floo powder. He knew Harry would not have missed his appointment with Ron without reason and wouldn't go off without telling Draco where he would be.
Ron followed him quickly, looking worried as well. "We should check everywhere he went today ... he could still be with Fred and George," Ron said hopefully.
They stepped out of the Floo into the Leaky Cauldron and immediately there were gasps when people looked at Draco. He had forgotten he wasn't wearing a Disguise Charm. He ignored them. "Lead the way," he told Ron.
Ron left the place quickly, tapping the brick to open the arch. Draco followed him and they ran down the street to Fred and George's shop, heading inside.
"Little brother!" came the voice of George, who stepped out of an aisle with a box of bottles. "And Malfoy! I was just putting your latest items up on the shelves."
There were children running around the shop as well, laughing and playing with some of the inventions. Fred was showing a customer another one of their products not too far away.
Draco and Ron were looking around frantically. The blond's heart clenched painfully when he realised Harry wasn't there. A child looked up at Draco and began to cry. Then others turned to look and he heard more gasps. Several people grabbed their children and pulled them out of the shop. Draco sneered. "When did Harry leave here?"
"Hours ago," George replied, not seeming to notice the people leaving once he saw the urgency on both of their faces. "Why? Is he missing?"
"Where was he going from here?" Draco insisted.
"Probably the Apothecary, doesn't he go there every other week?" Fred asked, stepping up beside George.
Draco was out the door and running for the Apothecary shop before George could say more, Ron running behind him but unable to catch up with the faster part-wolf. Draco reached the shop and found it closed, the door locked. He began pounding on it but no one answered. "Unlock the door," he snapped at Ron.
Ron quickly pulled out his wand and unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside.
Draco stepped in behind him and stopped, sniffing the air. "He's been here," he said.
Ron gave him a strange look, but nodded, quietly casting Lumos now to light the gloom of the shop. "I don't see anything. How can you tell ...."
Draco closed the door so the air in the shop wouldn't be disturbed more. "I can smell him and others."
"What others?" Ron asked. "Are you sure it's not just customers. Harry? You in here?" He went quiet, listening. There was nothing but the sounds of their breathing.
"No, I smell them too, but Harry and at least two other men were here last," Draco said, closing his eyes to concentrate. Something was very familiar about those scents.
Ron began to walk around, casting the light around the shop. He reached the counter and leaned over, gasping loudly and taking a few steps back. "Malfoy!"
"What?" Draco snapped, feeling like he almost had the answer but couldn't quite get it.
"Look!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at the counter.
Draco walked up beside Ron and looked down at the dead, staring face of the shopkeeper. "Killing Curse," he said. Then it was like a shiver that went through him. He knew those smells. "You are the one that's going be an Auror, you contact the Ministry," he snapped, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Ron demanded.
Draco growled as he opened the door, heading into the street.
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled, following after him quickly. "If you're going to find Harry, you sure as hell aren't doing it without me."
Draco snorted, ignoring Ron and heading toward Knockturn Alley.
Ron followed stubbornly. "You know where he is?"
"I may know where to find who was in that shop," Draco replied but didn't slow down.
***
Crabbe made a last thrust into Harry's mouth, coming then and laughing at the look on Harry's face. Harry waited until the man pulled out of his mouth before he spit it out, all over Crabbe's shoes.
"Fucking shit," Crabbe cursed and drew his wand.
"No Cruciatus," Pucey said.
Crabbe's head snapped in his direction. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, he made a deal. We can do what we want to him as long as we don't use it."
Crabbe scowled at Pucey, but Goyle stepped in. He grabbed Harry's hair and yanked backward so that Harry was looking up at him. "I'm not going to have you suck my cock, you disgusting pervert. I know what you've been sucking." He yanked hard then and the chair fell, crashing to the ground with Harry still tied to it. Harry cried out and grunted when the chair hit the ground, bindings and the chair digging into his flesh and feeling bruised from the landing on the wooden floor.
Goyle laughed and kicked Harry in the stomach. Then his groin. Then the other two were joining in, kicking until the wooden chair broke to pieces along with what felt like many of Harry's bones. Harry just closed his eyes, weakly crying out as they beat him. His head fell to the side as he began to lose consciousness.
Harry felt them pull him up again, Crabbe and Goyle lifting him up by the arms, and it was very clear then that his right shoulder was dislocated. He screamed. The other men tossed away the broken chair and what was left of his clothes, then lay him face down over the edge of an old dining table.
Harry was sobbing softly, his cheek pressed against the table. He had hoped they would just settle for beating him, and not anything else. He trembled violently, his thoughts haunted by the rapes from before, body clenched in remembered pain before these men even started.
"I always wondered what it would be like to fuck The Golden Boy," Pucey said, ignoring Goyle's sound of disgust. Harry could feel it as the man moved up beside him. And then he felt the man's cock forcing into him. Harry screamed again, his voice hoarse and dry. Crabbe and Goyle held him down while Pucey raped him. The table edge cut into his hips and it was eerily like when Macnair had done it with Lucius laughing in the background.
Harry could do nothing but sob, feeling helpless and humiliated. "Please stop," he whispered, coughing weakly.
***
Draco moved deeper into the passages behind Knockturn Alley, places few respectable citizens of the wizarding world would ever see. He came to a very rundown hotel. The kind that was only one step above sleeping in the gutter; if that. He stepped into the building, Ron at his heels, and sniffed the air. Then he headed deeper inside. People fled out of his path when they saw him. Most would have been afraid of him in this form already, but anger radiated off him like the heat from a furnace.
They made their way up stairs that reeked of urine, blood and worse. Draco tried to concentrate on the scent of his old dorm mates. It was a long shot but it was the only thing he could think of.
Ron was panting from the effort to keep up with Draco. "This place is disgusting," he gasped.
Then he heard the sounds -- the laughter of Crabbe and Goyle and the sound of Harry crying out in pain. Draco didn't even hesitate, but ran as fast up the stairs as he could to the next level and barreled into the door, shattering it.
Crabbe and Goyle drew their wands but Pucey was too preoccupied, pumping furiously into Harry's body. Draco's rage was almost blinding. Before any of them had a chance to move, Draco's clawed hands wrapped around Pucey, pulling him off Harry.
Harry turned in time to watch as Draco used his claw to disembowel Pucey. The dying man probably barely had time to feel that when the other claw took out the front of his throat, blood gushing over him and Harry and splattering on the other two.
Ron pulled his wand out, immediately firing a Stupefy Spell at Crabbe who was the closest to him.
Harry slowly slid off of the table and onto the floor, observing what was happening around him in a daze.
Goyle fired a hex at Draco, sending the blond flying back into the wall. He then raised a boot and stomped on Harry where he had fallen, catching him in the middle of his back. Harry screamed when he heard the crack, the pain even worse than before. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally lost conciousness, his body going limp.
"Stupefy!" Ron yelled just a moment too late, the spell hitting Goyle in the chest and causing him to tumble over. Ron tied him up with the same spell he used on Crabbe who was lying on the ground not too far away. Then Ron conjured his Patronus, quickly giving it a message to get immediate help from the Ministry. The dog ran off and out of the hotel.
Draco dropped Pucey and literally pounced on Goyle, slitting the man's throat quickly and tossing him aside before kneeling beside his lover. He could hear Harry's heart beating so he knew he was alive, but he saw what they had done to him and it filled him with such anguish that he howled in pain. The sound could probably be heard for miles.
***
Soon there were Aurors Apparating all around them, and Ron quickly shouted as wands were levelled at Draco. Ron immediately told them what had happened before they started pointing fingers and coming up with the wrong conclusions. The Aurors picked up Crabbe and he was taken away for questioning.
There were a few more people Apparating into the room, including a Mediwitch who rushed over to Harry to assess his damage. "We need to get him back to St Mungo's now!" she yelled. A stretcher was Transfigured while the woman pulled off her white coat to drape it over Harry's body. She glanced at Draco, looking sad. "He'll be okay," she said.
Draco was holding Harry's hand gently in one of his clawed ones. He was covered in blood, but then so was Harry. "I'm going with him," he said.
"Not a problem," said the woman. "We just have to go now; we don't have the necessary equipment here."
"Ron," Draco said, looking to the redhead. "Take me?"
"Of course," Ron said. "I was planning on going myself." He walked over and laid a trembling hand on Draco's shoulder.