Bound by Hatred

A/N: Well, I decided to continue. I still had ideas.

WARNING: This story will be twisted and very dark, and there is absolutely NO nice/sympathetic Draco in this.


The Immediate Aftermath

It was obvious when Ron and Hermione planned their Hogsmeade trip that they wanted to be alone. Only recently had the two members of the Gryffindor Trio declared their romantic feelings for each other. Within mere hours of those impassioned declarations, they were all over each other-- kissing, cuddling, generally exchanging lovey-dovey looks. It made Harry rather ill.

He\'d been feeling sullen lately, reeling from the events of last year, heartbroken over the death of his godfather. Perhaps these negative emotions predisposed him to be less than thrilled about their new relationship. He\'d grown up with a family that despised him, and Ron and Hermione had been his first friends, the people who gave him his first taste of human affection. And now, there was a terrifying, unreasoning fear that kept him awake at nights that they were gradually shutting him out.

So when the Hogsmeade weekend came, he defiantly accepted the tentative invitation on their parts to spend some time at the Leaky Cauldron. He\'d gloated inwardly at the unhappy glance they\'d exchanged, even as his heart withered at seeing it.

And that was how the day passed, with Harry serving as the third wheel, stubbornly playing the part of the third friend in a trio rather than the unwanted guest. He tactlessly ignored all of their hints or innuendo directed towards parting company with him.

He was utterly miserable.

Harry knew he was foolish to be surprised at the Leaky Cauldron when first Hermione and then Ron just wanted to \'pop on by that store across the street\', and indicated jovially, \'No, Harry, stay and finish your drink. No worries.\'

He\'d suddenly felt too tired to continue this charade, and agreed. The next hour saw him nursing a couple of butter-beers, then feeling a slightly vicious impulse to say \'fuck you\' to the world and do something rebellious. Like order firewhiskey.

It was so very against school rules. And it gave him a dark joy to break them. He wondered if Hermione would even bother giving him a disapproving look if he met them at the carriages drunk off his ass.

And then the snide voice tore him from his musings.

\"You look depressed, Potter. One would think your dog had just died.\"

* * *

Draco cast several cleaning charms both on Harry, on himself, and especially on the blood-stained bedsheets. Amidst his fear, shock, and confusion, Harry was vaguely aware of something hard and cold touching his opening.

\"No…\" he moaned piteously, trying to escape it.

A hand gripped his hip to hold him in place.

\"Easy, Scarhead. It\'s a healing charm. Can\'t have you hemorrhaging out of your ass and getting me in trouble, can we?\"

Harry\'s brain was too fuzzy to understand, but his body throbbed with relentless pain. Draco\'s wand withdrew.

Still hurts…

\"Of course it still hurts, you fucker,\" Draco hissed. Harry hadn\'t realized he\'d spoken aloud. \"You think I\'m doing this to make it feel better? No, I just don\'t want you to bleed to death out of your ass.\" There was laughter in Draco\'s voice, and he leaned over Harry, smiling maliciously. \"Although it would be a fitting end for you, it might raise questions about how it happened.\"

Draco shrugged carelessly, and with a wave of his wand Harry found himself suddenly clothed. His dignity remained in shreds, and even in his state, he felt sick at the horrific thing that had just happened.

Don\'t think about it. Don\'t think about it.

He couldn\'t bear to think of it.

\"Up, now, Potty!\" Draco snarled, hoisting Harry up with a rough grip. \"Get your ass back to the carriages so no one misses you.\"

Harry staggered, and slumped against the wall as soon as Draco released him. His legs felt weak; they buckled beneath him, and his eyes welled with fresh tears of humiliation. He wanted nothing more than to get away from Malfoy--

--Oh God, Malfoy had done that to him--

--but his body refused to cooperate.

\"Hmm…\" Draco noted clinically, watching him with empty gray eyes Harry couldn\'t bear to feel on his flesh. \"Looks like we get to test out the potion sooner than I thought.\"

Harry\'s skin crawled as Draco grasped him, and he was horrified to hear himself whimper in terror.

A smile played across Draco\'s lips. \"Let\'s see…\" He cleared his throat theatrically, and his iron grip on Harry\'s chin suddenly brought their eyes in contact.

Harry felt a hot stab of shame when tears welled in his eyes; he just wanted to get away from Malfoy. His insides were coiling with terror, but he could do nothing. His mind wasn\'t working. He felt so weak…

\"Potter,\" Draco intoned coldly, \"If you don\'t get back to the carriages, and if you don\'t stop crying before you get there, you could get me in trouble. I could be kicked out of Hogwarts for this, and my father would harm me.\"

Good! Harry wanted to scream, but found his throat blocked. He was mortified to realize he was afraid of Draco\'s retaliation.

\"Do you understand it, Potter?\" Draco continued. \"You have to go walk back to the carriages and pretend to be okay, or it will harm me. Go now!\"

His legs were like jelly beneath him, so very weak. His entire body throbbed with his exhaustion and the ugly emotions in him. And his backside throbbed like a white-hot poker burned into it.

Yet, amazingly, his legs began to move, as if some outside force compelled them. His backside flared in agony, yet his legs kept moving forward; he whimpered in pain as he walked into the hall, the drug in his system and the agony urging him to simply collapse, but unable to stop his steady gait down the hall.

\"Oh, and Potter?\" Draco called. \"Cut out that pathetic whimpering. It would harm me if people see you\'re in pain.\"

The sounds immediately halted on Harry\'s lips. His confused brain could not wrap around the fact that his body was not responding as it should have.

But there was something utterly horrifying in Draco\'s triumphant laughter, following behind him… As though the boy knew all too well what was happening to his victim.

Even more frightening, though, was the whispered promise that he heard just before Draco disappeared back into the room.

\"And Potter-- rest assured, I\'ll be seeing you soon.\"