All Around Me

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A/N: First chapter is taking off slow I guess. But here it is!
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Lilith - I spaced out the paragraphs more. Hope it's easier to read.

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~CHAPTER ONE - A MONTHS PAIN~


It’s been a month since my best friends were found dead in the forbidden forest; I continue to plague myself in wonder if I could’ve saved them. I still wonder why they were out there together. I had yet to figure out why Hermione went out there alone all the time. At least once a week and twice on the weekend, it had become so unnerving, and now I will never know. Had she been meeting a boy out there? She never mentioned a boyfriend, would she have even if she did have one? Not likely, the secretive woman.

Being drawn from my thoughts from the sound of a chair being sat in and shifted next to me I look to see who in their right mind would have the gall to sit next to me. And to whom do I owe the very shocking and rattling of my core to? Draco Malfoy just happens to be seated next to me now. What could he possibly want? He shouldn’t have anything to say to me, I sure as hell don’t have a single word for him to hear.

“We’ve been paired again, Potter.” Draco’s voice hits my ears harshly and I nearly vomit bile up and onto my potions text. All I can muster is a simple half-assed nod. I can’t bring myself to protest or argue anymore. I’ll sit here and let him do the work; we all know I suck at potions anyways. Why does Snape still find it necessarily funny to torture me still? I thought even the old prat wouldn’t kick a dog when it’s down. But alas I am wrong, obvious by the burning throb on the back of my head from Snape’s “student punishment by hardcover book”. I guess it’s better then Umbridge, she was Satan in pink.

“Potter, hand me that vial…” There’s Draco’s gut turning voice slicing through my thoughts again, though his tone is oddly soft and understanding. Robotically my hand reaches out to grab the small vial to my right and hand it to him, our fingers touch, and my blood runs cold. He’s watching me, why? My hand moves quickly away and I swear he’s smirking, but not at me. I follow his smug gaze and he’s smirking at none other then Snape! It’s another setup, what more can I lose? I lost my parents, Sirius, now Hermione and Ron, they can’t possibly know I am close to Remus. No! Not him too! A panicked and horrified look plasters itself to my face; I grab my bag and bolt from the now suffocating room, skidding around a corner and up a staircase. My lungs are on fire, I’m running hard and soon I find myself back outside, I always end up out here. The winter air grips my burning lungs and I slump onto the steps of Hogwarts, I’m crying but it barely registers to me.

I don’t know how long I was outside before I passed out, all I know is that I am warm, and I’m not in pain. I haven’t slept this well in years. My body feels hugged in cotton and silk, whatever is under my head is soft and smells faintly musky. Is there a fire crackling? Where is it coming from? Who cares, I feel warm and safe, why bother opening my eyes. Why ruin this sanctuary warmth? I could open my eyes and find myself soon screaming and in tears again. Shifting my positions I give a content sigh and yawn a little, I can’t help it, but soon I am falling back asleep.

“You’re awake now?” The voice cuts through the air like dragon’s fire, I’m up and my eyes are wide open. But I can’t see anything, it’s blackness with a roaring fire off in what looks like another room. Where did that voice come from? It couldn’t be, no there is no way. I’m breathing heavily and I noticed I’m not wearing a shirt, I lift the covers a little of this so warm and regretfully safe bed to find I am completely naked.

My attention is drawn from my own nudity to feel someone sitting down near the foot of the large bed, my eyes squint in hopes of seeing whom the voice belongs to. I want to know why I’m naked; I want to know why the person sitting on the bed has me naked and what was done to me. My mind is searching for some answer, but all I can remember is going outside while it was still daylight and now I am here, naked and alone with a stranger. A candle flickers to life and my greatest dread is correct, it’s Draco, and he’s only in a pair of jogging pants. He looks sexually pleased, I look terrified and disgusted.

Draco just smirks at me and crawls over me, pushing me down against the soft mattress. I feel myself swallow harshly and shift under him, I’m doing everything I can to try and muster some form of words from my throat but I find myself trying to talk with a rubber ball in my throat. I can barely swallow or even try and breathe normally. I can feel his body pressing down against mine now, the blankets are getting tugged away and I feel tears pricking the corner of my eyes, why can’t I talk? He’s nuzzling the side of my head and sucking on my earlobe, I’m gasping from pleasure and it’s only making me more disgusted. My eyes are clenched closed tightly and I can hear him chuckling at my expense, he’s sick.

“Don’t be so tense, Potter. You quite enjoyed this only a few hours ago. Don’t tell me you don’t want me again.” Draco’s sadistic laugh fills my ears and swirls in my head. What did he say? No, he couldn’t have, we couldn’t have! It’s not possible! He raped me! He had to have raped me, I was unconscious. This made no sense, stop thinking about it Harry! Concentrate on what’s going on; figure a way out of this!

My skin feels clammy but hot, Draco scares me suddenly. I can feel his lips pressing to my skin and along my neck, it feels almost passionate. His arousal is frighteningly easy to feel against my naked groin, his hands are caressing my outer thighs and I feel helpless. I find it hard to move now, like an invisible force is holding me down for this bastard. I want to burst into sobs when he parts my legs and nestles his now bare hips between my trembling thighs. This can’t be happening! Not to me, we only kissed! How did it become like this?

A gasp escapes me quivering lips; he has his finger inside of me! I can’t help but move into it, my body is betraying me. The moaning sounds leave me shocked to whatever core I have left, but I can’t stop. I need more! Oh God, two fingers feel delicious; my hips grind against Draco and his skillful fingers. Oh it’s like he knows ever inch of me, it’s amazing, I can feel my need for release. Please Draco, give me that blinding feeling of utter pleasure!

“Draco!” I cry out his name and my orgasm washes over me, it’s overwhelming and seems to last forever, leaving me in bliss. But I don’t feel Draco anymore, I feel no one, I hear no one, it’s quiet now. I open my eyes and I see the white curtains of the hospital ward. My cotton pants stick to me and I realize in my most horrified and ashamed manner, I had a wet dream.

Movement from the side of me grabs my nearly tear stricken eyes, there’s someone there, I can’t see who it is, I need my glasses. I grope for them and slowly pull them on to see the person who was witness to my shame. My eyes are wide and I feel my insides turn cold and acidic; I tug up the blankets more around me.

“Potter.” That simple word says millions to me. My nearly frightened gaze stays pinned to Severus Snape and I feel like I am going to die. I wish I would die. Everything he could possibly say was laced into that. Every insult and chuckle at my expense. He had no smirk, no smug glare, but it was all there. It could be felt in the air and all around us.

I’m actually afraid at this moment, the one person I would never want to see me like this aside from Voldemort is Severus Snape. I can feel the burn of tears threatening to free themselves from my eyes and I try to swallow them down. Why won’t he say anything? He’s just staring at me with that black empty gaze. I can hardly take it, I can’t bring myself to break the silence and I am praying that I am one of those dreams where every time you wake up you’re in another dream or nightmare. I’m secretly begging myself to wake up but nothing is happening, I don’t want this to be real!

“You have a months detention.” That’s all he says for a moment and his voice is cold, it sends shivers up my spine and I feel hopeless like as though I were lying in the presence of 5 dementors.

“If you ever disrupt my class like that again… you shall regret it Potter.” As soon as the words leave his tight-lipped mouth he is leaving my section of the ward and exiting the hospital wing. I am stunned and confused, why didn’t he say anything about what I screamed and did? It was more then obvious what happened. Maybe I shouldn’t dwell on it. I should be concentrating on the fact that I now have a month’s detention with the man and I’ll be under his cynical gaze every day. We’ll both remember this night and no words will need to be exchanged. This was horrible, so I sink into my hospital bed and pull the covers over my head, closing my eyes tight and praying to wake up.

I feel the faint touch of a hand on my shoulder and I shy away from it, the sheet is pulled down from my head and I hear Madam Pomfrey’s soft voice.

“You can go now Potter. Your clothes are on the foot of your bed.” The words seem to sooth my very soul. I have freedom again, but freedom to what? Freedom long enough to sit myself down in Snape’s office for detention. And only God knows what that horrible man has planned for me. Or maybe only a slight freedom to only be cornered by Draco. If there was no conspiracy I think I could handle being around him. But he is planning something to ruin me, I just know it. The way he smirked at Snape, ugh I can’t bear to think what could possibly happen to me or those left that I love most in the world!