Fucker

Blaise was worried. It wasn’t like Draco to sleep this late. He was normally the first person up in the morning, doing school work in the common room while the rest of his house continued to dream. When the last of their dorm mates left for breakfast, Blaise and Theo decided to stay behind and wake him up. They pulled open the curtains, effectively breaking the silencing spell Harry had cast. The sight before them would be permanently burnt into each other their memories for as long as they lived.

There was Draco, naked, gagged and bound. He was covered in vicious bruises and cuts, and looked as though he could hardly see out of his left eye. Blaise allowed his eyes to travel over his best friend’s all too familiar body. It wasn’t until his eyes reached the come mixed with blood drying on Draco’s sheets, that it began to sink in just what had happened.

He rushed forward to remove the gag from Draco’s mouth, noticing as he did that it was a Gryffindor school tie. Blaise quirked an eyebrow and studied his best friend. Draco stared back at him silently, weakly pulling his wrists against the ropes holding him in place.

“God, Draco. What happened?” he whispered as he reached over to untie Draco’s hands.

“Blaise…” Draco croaked, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks at the pain in his throat.

“Ssh...I’m here,” Blaise soothed, gently petting Draco’s matted blonde hair.

He unfastened the last of the ropes, and pulled Draco towards him. Blaise held Draco tight, as he sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.

“Draco,” he said, sitting the blonde boy back and forcing him to look at him. “Were you raped?”

“N-No…” Draco whimpered.

“What happened?” Blaise asked, staring intently into his friend’s stormy silver eyes.

Draco did not answer. He sat on his bed, silently staring at the school tie that had been gagging him, a strange expression on his face.

Blaise picked up the tie, studying it and turning it over in his hands. When he saw the initials embroidered on the back of the tie, Blaise dropped it in shock.

“HP? Harry Potter did this to you?” Blaise whispered incredulously.

Draco nodded.

Anger blazed through his body. How dare Harry Potter defile his best friend like this?

“That bastard. I’m going to fucking kill him!” Blaise shouted, jumping to his feet.

Fear crossed Draco’s face as he pulled Blaise back down towards him.

“You will not touch a hair on that boy’s head,” Draco said, his voice in a low and warning tone.

“What? How can you defend him?” Blaise yelled.

“Because it was the single most intense and thrilling experience of my life.”