Fallen

Fallen II

Two-shot, maybe three-shot. I have to get this idea out of my head. Based on song-lyrics, mostly Evanescence. Sorry for that and sorry for the fact that I’m supposed to update all my other stories.

Summary: Fallen Harry’s world gets turned upside-down, when he discovers the world of human slaves. Slave!Harry & Master!Draco. Sad. Sometimes a bit disturbing.

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Where will you go.
With no one left to save you from yourself

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Harry awoke when he felt something linger on his cheek. At first he leaned into the touch, but then he realised where he was and snapped his eyes open. Above him he saw Draco Malfoy’s face.

He wondered how he managed to fall asleep. He told himself over and over again that he would not fall asleep in the bed of his enemy, but obviously the sleep had taken over his mind.

Harry looked away, away from Draco’s cold eyes.

“Have it your way,” Draco sneered, throwing somekind of paper towards him and stepping out of the bed.

Harry grabbed his glasses to take a better look at the paper. It was ‘The Daily Prophet’.

Harry Potter the boy who lived is officially declared dead.

The headline said. Harry bit his lip and threw the paper away. He did not want to read about his own dead. He rolled to his side and decided to wait for Draco to make a move.

The bed behind him cracked and Harry took in a sharp breath. He remembered Draco’s words before he left far too well. He wondered what he should do. Fight Malfoy? He would be in deep trouble if he did, but what was the point of living to be raped...

“Don’t you dare to touch me,” Harry growled, turning around. He gasped when he saw that Draco was as naked as he was.

Draco raised an eye. “L. “Like what you see?” he asked, smirking.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no!” Harry exclaimed, backing off. “You are not going to do that to me,”

“That’s the whole point of being a slave, Potter.” Draco rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to get used to it. Since you’re going to be my slave for a while and I happen to like fucking a lot.”

Harry clenched his jaw and cast Draco a dangerous look. “I swear that if you touch me with one finger I’ll kill you!”

“Oh no you won’t,” Draco said balancing his wand on one finger. “You won’t be able to.”

Harry frowned and realised what Draco was doing a second to late to roll away from the spell. Draco got Harry tied up in the bed. He couldn’t move his hands or legs.

Draco crawled closer like a cat, until he was sitting on top of Harry’s . “D. “Don’t worry it wont hurt. That much,” Draco smirked.

Harry saw to his disgust that Draco was hard on and looked away. He would not be watching. He bit his lip when he felt Draco settling between his legs and tried to struggle, but it only made Draco laugh. So be stopped and decided to play dead.

Harry suppressed a shiver as Draco’s chest slided down over his chest. And he thought being naked was humiliating... This was much worse. He felt his nose sting from unshed tears and clenched his jaw even harder. He would not cry.

Draco entered him with a not too small amount of force and Harry’s eyes shot open even wider. Pain was rushing through his body.

Harry did not dare to look at Draco, he did not dare to see the probable amusement in Draco’s eyes. He knew that he could not bare that sight. The hurt was nearly unbearable, the physical and the mental.

Draco began to move, their chests sliding against each other. Harry noticed with disgust that the tension between their bodies had a weird effect on his arousal. Every time Draco moved back inside him pain and humiliation rushed over him like a wave.

Harry was sure that all Draco wanted to do was hurt him. Draco didn’t even prepare him. Harry knew for sure that he was bleeding.

Never in his whole life had Harry left so used before. Of course after everything he had to do for the light side, there had been times when he felt that he was used. That he was a pawn in a game between Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Now he felt dirty and used, used to be thrown away afterwards. He cried silent tears as he tried to focus on something in the room, to forget what was happening to him.

Weak from pain and humiliation Harry lay, doing what he was going to be doing for the rest of his life. For how long that might be.

Suddenly Draco collapsed on top of him, panting heavily.

Harry tried to remember if Draco had emptied himself inside him, but couldn’t remember a thing. Which he was glad for.

Draco did not move for a long time and Harry begun to wonder whether Draco had fallen asleep. He wanted to throw Draco off him and hurt him as bad as Draco had hurt him.

He was terribly sore, he could feel it. He wanted to wash it off. Just take a bath and wash Draco’s sweaty body off him, together with the memory of this. Maybe he could ask Draco to erase his memory, but then he would have to go through it over and over again.

Harry licked his dry lips and tasted salt. He wondered if he had cried. He hoped it was just sweat. The thought of Draco seeing him cry made him feel weak, but somehow he found it hard to believe it was sweat. He had not moved at all.

Harry shivered he was getting cold, eventhough Draco was still lying on top of him. The sheets were miles away and he was still tied to this cursed bed.

Draco’s panting had stopped and he was now breathing normally.

Harry had the urge to scream and startle Draco awake, but if that meant that he had to go through something like that again... Never in his life he wanted to go through something like this again. How could someone be so incredibly inhuman to do such a thing to another human being. Could he not see the effect that something like that had?

The dirty feeling would not go away for a long, long time. Sexual contact would be extremely difficult.

Tears came in Harry’s eyes when he realised that Draco had stolen his first sexual experience. He had always imagined it to be terribly romantic. He wouldn’t sleep with anyone untill he was absolutely sure. Now he wished he had, it would have been better than this. Anything was better than this.

Quiet sobs weren’t to be stopped and Harry cried. Untill Draco started to move again. He held in his breath and burried his face as deep in a pillow as possible. Slowly Draco slid out of him and sat back.

Harry felt that Draco was watching him. He could feel Draco’s eyes burn on his skin. He didn’t move one inch, he did not even breathe.

When Draco released his body from the bed, Harry curled into a little ball. He didn’t even cover himself with the sheets. He just wanted to fall into a deep black hole and never come out of it again.

Harry felt Draco step out of the bed and a few seconds later he heard the bath fill itself. His eyes snapped open. This was his chance, maybe Draco didn’t pay attention and he could just jump out of the window. If he survived the fall he could run away, if he didn’t it would be better that way.

Harry stepped out of the bed and ran to the window. Relieved that the spells around the bed were gone. He pulled the window open and took in the cold air.

“Don’t even think about it,” Draco exclaimed behind him, when Harry had placed his foot on the window.

Draco ran towards him and Harry was once again slightly amused by the look on Draco’s face. Draco grabbed his arm and dragged him with him towards the bathroom. In the bathroom he pushed Harry into the bath.

“You have got to stop doing that,” Draco said angrily.

“You cannot control me, Malfoy.” Harry spat, swimming to the edge of the pool.

“Yes, I can.” Draco growled, getting in the bath as well.

“I’ll finish my life one time.” Harry argued, backing away as Malfoy got closer. “Do you think I want to live, after what you did to me?”

Draco looked slightly shocked. “Oh, don’t blame this on me Potter. You’re the mental suicidal one here.”

Harry glared and could feel the hatred boil in his blood. “You. Did. This. To. Me. And there’s no way in Hell I’m going to let you do it again.” Harry yelled, trapped in a corner of the pool.

Draco walked closer and closer until he stood in front of Harry. “Potter, you are my slave. I do with you as I wish.” Draco said calmly. “Now sit still,”

Harry frowned when Draco began to wash him. “Get your hands off me!” Harry exclaimed, pushing Draco away. “First you rape me and then you wash me. You and your slave-business are really disturbed.”

“Do you want me to tie you up again?” Draco asked, with his hands on his hips.

“I just want you to leave me alone.” Harry yelled.

“And let you kill yourself? I don’t think so Potter. I don’t trust you anymore.” Draco said. “Now stand still or I’ll tie you up again.”

Harry looked away again, as Draco got closer and began to rub his chest. He began to tremble.

“Would you stop crying? You’re disturbing me,” Draco exclaimed after a while.

“I’m not crying,” Harry growled.

“Yes you are.” Draco said. “That isn’t a raindrop falling from your cheek.”

Harry wiped away the tear and shot Draco a murderous look. “I hate you.”

“Well thank you. I hate you too,” Draco responded, smirking.

“You make me sick,” Harry tried again.

“Well don’t feel to sorry for yourself. You make me sick and I had to take you. Imagine how that must be like.” Draco said.

“I’d rather take you than be taken by you,” Harry spat.

“Well, maybe we’ll do that next time.” Draco smiled a little too sweetly.

“Go to hell Malfoy!” Harry yelled.

“And join you? I don’t think so.” Draco said, remaining icely calm.

“You’d rather have me suffering my whole life, than end it now.” Harry said suddenly taken back.

“Well of course,” Draco responded with a smirk.

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No one seems to hear your hidden cries...
You’re left to face yourself alone.

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Harry was lying on Draco’s bed once again. He wasn’t so hungry anymore. Draco had forced him to eat, after he refused to. Thinking that was the only way to escape this place.

The day had passed by slowly and now the night had fallen again.

Harry didn’t move when he heard Draco enter the room again.

“Normally slaves sleep on the ground,” Draco began to talk, not even looking whether Harry was still awake or not. “but you’re wed wed to stay in my bed for tonight.”

“Oh I’m so grateful,” Harry answered sarcastically. “How I love to lie in the same bed as you and be raped by you again.”

Draco grinned. “You’ve got humour, Potter. I never noticed that before.”

Draco walked to bat bathroom, obviously to prepare himself to go to bed. Harry closed his eyes, praying to no one in particular that that would not repeat itself.

Draco walked back in the room, wearing a blailk ilk boxer and stepped into the other side of the four poster. Luckily there was room enough in the bed, so Harry didn’t have to touch Draco in any way.

“Ok. Listen to me, Potter.” Draco said, sitting next to him.

Harry didn’t move or say anything.

“I will not allow you to kill yourself again, or anything like that. I’ve placed the spells around the bed again and will be watching you. Or well, our house elf will be watching you.” Draco said.

“Aw. It’s almost as if you really care.” Harry replied.

Draco snorted. “Almost, Potter. Almost.”

Harry closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. The thought of someone watching him all the time wasn’t really stimulating his sleep, but after what seemed like a few hours Harry finally fell asleep.

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I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
the nightmare I built my own world to escape

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Harry didn’t know how late it was, but he suddenly was very aware of the arm wrapped around his chest. He waited until his eyes were adapted to the light and saw that Draco was lying dangerously close.

He tried to push Draco away from him, but it had the opposite effect. Draco snuggled closer and cuddled against him, almost like a small child.

Suddenly a feeling Harry could not place rushed through his veins. Even Malfoy looked vulnerable in his sleep. He looked around the room, looking for the house elf that was supposed to be watching him.

“Harry Potter awake. Sir?” A high voice whispered next to him.

“Yes.” Harry answered, remembering Dobby. Maybe this was his way to get out.

“You must not blame Draco, sir.” the house elf continued.

Harry frowned. “Blame him for what.”

“For what Draco is doing to Mr. Potter, sir.” The answer came.

“Why shouldn’t I blame him?” Harry suddenly spat. There was no way he was going to let Draco off the hook.

“It’s the culture Draco was raised in, sir.” The house elf squeaked.

“Well that’s too bad.” Harry spat again. “It was his choice.”

“Libby understands that Mr. Potter has a hard time understanding, sir. Libby only hopes that Mr. Potter will understand one time and not doom Draco to hell.” Libby said.

Harry frowned at the disappearing house elf. Doom Malfoy to hell? If only he could do that. Malfoy was doing exactly the same to him. He could not blame this on his background. There were choices he made and he picked the wrong way.

Harry almost yelped when Draco’s leg lockedelf elf around his leg. Now it seemed as if Draco was clinging to him. Everytime Harry tried to push Draco away, Draco snuggled closer and held him tighter.

Harry had almost fallen asleep again when Draco started to scream. No! No! No! No! No! I beg you, NO!” Draco yelled.

“What the fuck!” Harry exclaimed.

Draco whimpered and buried his face in Harry’s neck. Now Harry couldn’t make out the words anymore, but it sounded as if Draco was having rribrrible nightmare.

‘Serves him good.’ Harry though
Dr
Draco was clinging to him almost painfully now, so Harry decided to wake him up.

“Malfoy!” Harry yelled, shaking Draco’s frame.

Draco woke up abruptly and blinked a few times. Obviously confused. When he realised where he was and who he was holding. He let go of Harry and looked somewhat disgusted.

“What was that for?” Draco demanded to know.

“Well you were yelling in my ear and clinging to me as if yore are a helpless baby.” Harry stated.

“I did not do such a thing!” Draco exclaimed.

“How would you know! You were sleeping.” Harry yelled back.

“Don’t you yell at me,” Draco threatened, grabbing his wand.

Harry looked at Draco’s wand completely unimpressed. “What are you going to cast nasty spells?” Harry asked, with mock fear.

“No, I’m going to tie you up to my bed again.” Draco said.

Harry’s mock fear expression left his face. He stared at Draco completely speechless. Draco was going to do that again?

“No, I won’t let you.” Harry said shaking his head.

“That’s too bad. You’ve made me want some.” Draco said and cast the spells.

Once again Harry was tied up to the bed, unable to move. He refused to beg Draco not to do it.

Draco slid his arms underneath his back, holding his shoulders with his hands. This time he entered Harry a bit slower.

Harry was still sore from the last time. He didn’t feel the difference, again it was as if his body was on fire. He clutched the sheets and focussed on one point. Awaiting it to be over.

His concentration was disturbed when something wet dripped on his chest.

“Ew. Malfoy are you drooling?” Harry asked looking at his enemy. His eyes widened in shock when he saw that Draco was crying.

Draco had his eyes shut and was sobbing quietly. His shoulders and chest were shaking softly. He collapsed on top of Harry and buried his face once again in Harry’s neck.

Harry ho ido idea what to do. Never in his life he had seen Draco cry. Although he wasn’t so heartless not to be touched by this, he didn’t want to hold or comfort Draco in any way. Besides he was still tied up and couldn’t move.

Draco continued to sob harder and his whole body began to shake. Harry felt the tears run over his neck to the pillow.

“Damn it all!” Draco cursed against Harry’s neck.

“Totally agree with you.” Harry couldn’t help to say.

Draco snorted in his neck, causing Harry to yelp.

“Ew! Malfoy!” Harry exclaimed.

“Oops,” Draco laughed. He started to lick Harry’s neck.

“Malfoy! That’s even more disgusting!” Harry exclaimed. “Get off me!”

Draco sat up and slid out of Harry, not looking at Harry. “I’m to tired for this,” he answered Harry’s unspoken question. “If you tell this to Lucius, I’ll make your life like hell.”

“I won’t, except if I get something in return.” Harry said.

‘Merlin. That was awkward...’ Harry thought, when Draco turned away from him after releasing him from the spells.


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swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
the goddess of imaginary light

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Used songs:

Imaginary – Evanescence

Where Will You Go – Evanescence

This was a very hard chapter to write. I was wondering if you want this to be a longer story. I can finish it in one or two more chapters, or I can make it a bit longer somehow... Just tell me what you want and if you liked it.

Love Tons,
Black Elf(*Cherish)

(Some reviewer asked me if I could tell more about Harry’s feelings during the rapture, but I think you should realise that when you are raped it’s like everything goes black. Sometimes it’s even as if you’re watching yourself get raped, like you’re standing next to it. You do not think or feel anything. Only after being rapedose ose feelings will be described in the next chapter.)