JADE & THE SILVER DRAGON

Chapter Nineteen


Harry waited that night at the pool, just in case Draco did decide to meet him. He lay on the inflatable water mattress in his shorts, looking up at the stars with his hands behind his head. He wondered what had happened in so short of time.

Draco never did show up for their meeting.

The next morning Harry arrived for breakfast, his eyes scanning the Hall for Draco. He wasn’t there yet. “You okay Harry?” Severus asked, as he sat beside Harry. “Something happen with you and Draco?”

“I have no idea what’s going on Severus. One minute we were making plans to meet....the next he refuses to even talk to me,” Harry replied, then got up as he saw Draco come into the Hall and sit beside Blaise.

Draco had kept his head down as he entered the Hall, but could feel Harry’s gaze on him. He felt Harry’s presence beside him before he even heard Harry speak.

“Drake...why won’t you talk to me?” Harry asked, leaning towards him, reaching out for his hand.

Draco pulled his hand from Harry’s. “Just need to figure some things out,” he said as he shifted closer to Blaise.

“Tell me what I did Draco. I thought we were starting something special,” Harry said, hurting more from the way Draco was pulling away from him.

Draco looked into Harry’s eyes, filled with hurt. “I want you to tell me something,” he said.

“Anything.”

“Did you have sex with my cousin and his boyfriend?” Draco asked.

“What does it matter?”

“Tell me,” Draco insisted.

“Then...yes. I did,” Harry replied.

Draco gave no reply to that, but silently gathered up his school bag and left Harry sitting there among the Slytherins as he looked after Draco dejectedly.

“Tough luck there ‘Professor’,” Blaise sneered then got up to leave to follow Draco.

Harry felt a hand on his and looked up to see Pansy’s concerned face. “He’ll come around Harry,” she said.

“I’ve gotta go and get to class,” Harry said quietly getting up. “Talk to you later Pansy.”


After classes that day, Draco sat in the Slytherin common room, thinking about Harry. He really wanted to try to work things out with him. He couldn’t stand to remember the hurt look in his eyes. He started to pack his books away when he felt the couch shift as someone sat beside him. “Hey Blaise,” he greeted. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to show you this pendent that father sent me...it’s kind of unusual,” Blaise said shifting closer to Draco.

Draco felt warm suddenly, then dropped the books he had been holding as he leaned towards Blaise. His hand reached out to touch the pendent hanging from the gold chain. The pendent was in the shape of a teardrop in a solid gold color. “It’s nice Blaise,” Draco said.

“Where were you off to?” Blaise asked noticing Draco’s hand stayed on his chest.

“Was going to see Harry,” Draco said, then shook his head as if to clear the sudden pain that shot in his head.

“Aren’t you mad at him though?” Blaise asked linking his fingers through Draco’s at his chest.

“No....yes I am,” he replied confusedly as Blaise caressed the knuckles of his hand.

“I don’t think you should go see him Drake. He hurt you...used you. You deserve better,” Blaise said leaning back on the couch bringing Draco on top of him.

“Used me....deserve better,” Draco parroted as he leaned more onto Blaise.

Blaise brought his hand to the back of Draco’s neck, bringing him closer. “Kiss me Drake,” he whispered against Draco’s mouth.

Draco covered the distance and pressed his lips to Blaise’s, his mind trying to fight against it. He moaned into Blaise’s mouth as hands went to the small of his back, his growing erection rubbing against the other.

Pansy had just then come into the common room, looking for Draco to talk to him about Harry, when she stopped short. She stood there shocked as she saw Draco on top of Blaise, moving against him, their hands hidden in each others shirts, moans coming from both of their busy mouths. “Draco! What are you doing?” she screeched. “What about Harry?”

“Fuck him! He can go back to my cousin,” Draco sneered after Blaise had whispered in his ear. “Now, leave me alone Pansy....I’m rather busy right now,” he said before leaning in to nibble on Blaise’s neck while he was undoing the top buttons of his shirt.

‘Something is so wrong here,’ she thought to herself, making her way to her room she shared with Millicent, feeling hurt the way that Draco snubbed her off.


Harry came in the next day for breakfast in hopes of seeing Draco. He sat in his usual place beside Severus nibbling on a piece of toast as he half-assed listened to the conversation around him. His head shot up...along with most of the Hall when a slap echoed through the room. Pansy was standing at Draco’s side, glaring down at him while he sneered up at her, rubbing his reddening cheek.

“Mind your own business Parkinson,” Draco smirked, snuggling more into Blaise’s arms.

Harry watched as Pansy stalked out of the Hall, her eyes welling up with tears. He caught Draco’s amused eyes right before Blaise cupped the side of Draco’s face, then watched while Draco leaned closer to him for a kiss.

“Excuse me. I need to get ready for class,” Harry said dejectedly as he dropped his half eaten toast and left the table.

Severus had seen Draco’s display of obvious attitude. ‘What the hell is happening here?’ he thought to himself as he got up to talk to Harry. He found Harry in the Defense classroom putting books on the desks. “Harry,” he said coming further into the room.

Harry held up his hand. “Sev...please. I don’t want to talk about this right now,” he pleaded hoarsely. “I’ll deal with it myself.”

Severus took a step forward, then heard some of the students enter the room. “Anytime Harry,” he said meeting Harry’s eyes.

“I know Sev. Thanks,” Harry said giving a small smile. “I just need to get over the shock of the whole thing...you know?”

“I know. I’ll see you at dinner,” Severus said stalking out of the class to head to his own classroom, which by chance was with a certain seventh year that he wanted to throttle.


Severus was not able to get much information from talking with Draco. Although respectful towards him, Draco’s attitude was something else. He sent Blaise on his way then stood there silently as Draco leaned back against the desk. “Was there something you wanted to talk to me about Severus?” Draco asked smirking to his godfather.

“Yes. What is wrong with you?” Severus asked.

“Nothing. I feel perfectly fine.”

“What happened between you and Harry?” Severus asked.

“It was good while it lasted, but I found someone better, so.....” Draco trailed off.

“So, you just decided to dump Harry after you had your fun?”

“Yeah. I guess so,” Draco replied grinning.

“You may go,” Severus said waving him off. “Keep it up Draco...and you’ll wind up like your father,” he finished as Draco was leaving the room. Draco stopped at the open door, his hand visibly shaking. Severus watched Draco’s back stiffen at his parting comment, then sadly shook his head as Blaise gathered Draco in his arms outside the door.

Severus, along with Harry’s friends were starting to get worried when he did not show up for lunch or dinner. After checking with the house elves, he was a bit relieved that Harry did have something to eat...although the elves made it a point to say that Harry hardly touched the food on his plate. He then went in search of Hermione in the library....the most logical place to start to look in regards to the Head Girl. The hurt feeling in his chest not going away, but getting stronger.

“Miss Granger...Hermione...may I have a word with you?” Severus asked coming to the table in the far corner of the library.

“Sure Professor. It’s about Harry isn’t it? I saw what happened at breakfast,” she said.

“Have you talked to him?”

“I tried. He kept saying he was busy. When he had Defense class in the afternoon, he didn’t participate at all. Professor Lupin taught the entire class,” Hermione replied.

“How was Draco acting in the class?”

“Stupid git,” she muttered between clenched teeth. “Blaise and him couldn’t keep their hands off of each other...and the laughing...they were making cracks about Harry all during class. Harry just up and left the classroom. Haven’t seen him since.”

“Do you know what the hell happened?” Severus asked.

“I have no idea. They were all affectionate in Hagrid’s class yesterday morning, then Draco turned against him. I’m quite worried about Harry. He gave his heart to Draco,” Hermione said.

“I tried to go see him in his rooms and the pool, but he changed the passwords and put wards around the rooms so I couldn’t get in. He even turned off the floo connection,” Severus said.



While the two of them were worrying over him, Harry sat on his couch, his knees drawn up against his chest. He let the tears fall freely down his cheeks. Draco really did a number on him. He thought the two of them had some kind of a future together, thought that the blonde felt the same way.....then for Draco to so easily cast it aside, left him emotionally drained. He stayed up most of the night going over the past few days, trying to figure out why Draco would suddenly turn on him. That day in class, he let the two Slytherins get to him....fuck with his feelings, well if Draco can turn his feelings off...well then...so would he. Or at least he would try. He didn’t have classes until the afternoon the next day...plenty of time to slip the emotionless mask on.

With a determined mind he started to involve himself in his classes again. He still didn’t go to the meals in the Great Hall, but he didn’t hide out either. The next class he had with the seventh years he took a sadistic pleasure in, as he got the students to do running laps around the quidditch pitch. While everyone was collapsed on the ground, catching their breath, he went over to Blaise who sat beside Draco. He nudged Blaise’s shoe with his foot. “You’re not done yet Zabini,” he sneered in a very Slytherin way.

“I did the same amount as everyone else,” Blaise shot back.

“Well....I say you need to do the ten laps again,” Harry said crossing his arms at his chest.

“Why me and not anyone else?” Blaise countered.

“Why? Because I don’t like you and I’m sure you don’t want a weeks detention with Filch again, do you?” Harry said ignoring the hateful glare directed towards him from Draco. He waited until Blaise got up and slowly started the first lap before turning to the rest of the class. “The rest of you can grab a broom and a quaffle.”


For the rest of the week, Harry pretty well kept to himself. The time he didn’t have classes, he was in the pool, tiring himself out so he could sleep easier, or marking the extra amount of assignments he had given to his students. The more he worked...the less time his thoughts drifted to Draco.

Draco was sitting in the common room Friday night writing an essay due for the Defense class. His thoughts kept drifting to Harry and he worried how he was. He realized that he has been a real prick towards him, but it was like his body and mind wouldn’t cooperate together most of the time. He thought back to a week ago when the two of them were close, the excitement he felt when he was near Harry. He missed him. He had been upset that Harry had slept with his cousin...and Devlin, but felt he could get over it, eventually. Lately though, when he saw Harry, his body and mind would be burning with hatred, wanting to hurt him. It didn’t feel right to crave a body one moment then want to make that same body feel his anger. He was very confused and thought maybe someone may have hexed him or something. ‘Maybe Sev could do some kind of scan on me or something to see if there is anything there....if he was still talking to him,’ he thought to himself.

Making that decision, he put his books away and headed towards his godfather’s rooms. Thankfully he was there and alone. “Severus. Can I ask a favor of you?” he asked hesitantly coming further into the room.

“And why would I do that for you?” Severus asked letting him in, but not offering a drink or a seat.

“I think I may have been hexed or something,” Draco said. “I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde for Merlins sake,” he said giving a light nervous laugh, which was not returned by Severus.

“Since when did you notice this behavior?”

“Since the day after I figured out Harry slept with Raiden and Devlin.”

“Did it bother you?”

“Yes, it did....still kind of does I guess,” Draco replied looking down at the floor. “But when he’s nearby, I feel angry. My heart tells me to go to him...tell him I never want to leave him, while my mind and body want to hurt him. I know some of the things I’ve said to him have hurt his feelings, but Sev....it’s like there’s another person doing it. I can’t stop it.”

“Have you eaten or drank anything that had a funny taste to it recently?” Severus asked.

“I don’t think so,” Draco said. “Please Sev...help me. I’m going to lose Harry if I can’t fix this.”

“You do realize you may have lost him already, don’t you?” Severus asked bluntly. At Draco’s nod Severus sighed and brought out his wand to scan for any spells that may have hit him. “There’s nothing showing. No hexes on you as I can see. Give me a sample of your blood and I’ll check for any mind altering potions that may be in your system.”

Draco readily gave him the sample and urged Severus to tell him as soon as he finds anything out, then left to go for a walk outside. He was almost all the way up the dungeon stairs when he heard his name being called.

“Hey Drake. I’ve been looking for you,” Blaise grinned linking his fingers through Draco’s.

“Well, it looks like you found me,” Draco replied pushing Blaise against the wall, then pressed his lips to Blaise’s eager mouth.

Blaise’s arms went around Draco’s back, pulling him closer as the kiss grew more passionate. He pulled back from the kiss after about three or four minutes. “Draco, I have a surprise for you,” he said breathlessly, grinning against Draco’s cheek.

“My room or yours?” Draco smirked. ‘Where have I heard that before?’ he thought to himself as he stepped back from Blaise, rubbing his temples with shaking fingers.

“Draco. What’s wrong?” Blaise asked reaching out for him again.

“Headache all of a sudden,” Draco replied.

“Come here. I’ll make it better for you,” Blaise offered pulling Draco back into his arms, pressing his lips to Draco’s forehead.

Draco put his arms around Blaise’s neck, the pain slowly diminishing as Blaise rained kisses along the side of his face. “So...where’s my surprise?” he asked close to Blaise’s ear.

“Okay,” Blaise laughed then turned Draco around so his back was to his chest. “Close your eyes...and no peeking.”

“This is silly Blaise,” Draco laughed as he was led back down the stairs.

They stopped at a solid wooden door after going on for about ten minutes. Blaise wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist while slipping his hand in Draco’s front pocket. Draco leaned back against Blaise’s chest, leaning his head to the side as lips trailed along his neck. “You know I love you right?” Blaise asked nibbling onto his loves neck.

“Yes.”

“I would do anything for you Draco. I would never hurt you,” Blaise said into his ear. “Not like Potter did.”

‘Harry,’ Draco thought, his heart clenching. “He hurt me Blaise,” he said sadly.

“I know,” Blaise soothed. “How would you like to make him hurt? To make him never forget what he did to you?”

“Yes....make him hurt,” Draco repeated.

Blaise opened the door with Draco’s eyes still closed, where they then took a few steps further into the room. “Open your eyes Drake,” he instructed.

Draco stood there, his head throbbing painfully as he took in the sight of his old lover. He came closer to see Harry strung up by his wrists from the ceiling, his chin resting on his chest, a large bruise forming on his forehead that peeked out of the blindfold that covered his eyes.

“I want you to hurt him....make him feel pain Draco,” Blaise said close to his ear. “I’ll be waiting outside the door Drake.”

Draco nodded his head, then sneered at the vision before him. “Enervate,” he quietly said. He waited until Harry woke up and watched as he pulled at his restraints.

“What the hell?! Where am I?” Harry questioned, tugging harder on the chains.

“Hello Potter,” Draco sneered, grinning evilly at Harry’s discomfort.

“Draco?” Harry asked uncertainly, stilling his movements.

“Although this looks good,” Draco started to say as he drew back his fist to connect with Harry’s ribs, “I think you should be in a position that you would feel more comfortable in.....on your back...like the slut that you are,” he sneered.

“Draco...please,” Harry pleaded as he felt his body levitated, then the cold floor at his back. His arms were stretched out at his sides, his legs lay motionless from a spell that Blaise had done on him earlier.

“What’s the matter Potter?” Draco asked as he straddled Harry’s waist.

“Draco...we can talk about this,” Harry started then groaned out loud when he felt a fist connect with the side of his face.

“No. We can’t, Potter,” Draco sneered as he then rained punches down on Harry’s face, chest and stomach. The beating lasted about half an hour until Harry passed out from the pain.

“Enervate,” Draco said breathing heavily, then smiled when Harry woke up groaning. Harry was a mass of bruises, his lip bleeding, and blood also dripping to his hairline from the cut over his eye. “You know it’s too bad my father’s dead Potter, you could have fucked him also,” he sneered. “I’ll say one thing for you though Potter...you were a good fuck.”

“Draco...please...I love you,” Harry huskily said, tears mingling with the blood on his face.

“Love! You don’t know the meaning of the fucking word Potter,” Draco yelled, getting up, giving Harry a hard kick to his side. “Evanesco,” he said breathing heavily, his hand clutching his wand tightly.

Harry heard the spell then felt his jeans and boxers disappear. He felt Draco’s sweating hands grasp one of his legs, pushing it into his chest. He shook his head side to side when he heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down. “Draco...not like this...” he started to say before a cry was ripped out of his throat as Draco thrust his cock into Harry with no preparation, ripping him in the process.

Draco continued pounding into him, his short nails digging into his hip and thigh. Harry’s body became numb, his mind shutting down as Draco continued to rape him. He felt a warmth inside of him, then felt Draco pull out of him quickly, semen and blood dripping from between his legs to the cold stone floor.

Draco leaned down to Harry’s ear. “I hate you Potter,” he said through clenched teeth.

Harry turned his head away from Draco, then felt the kick to the side of his head before he passed out again. He never did see the tears coursing down Draco’s cheeks or him clutching the side of his head. It wasn’t too soon before he was once again revived.

Blaise stood outside the door, then grinned when he saw Draco come out, with blood on his hands. He also saw the tears, as he rushed past him. He opened the door, looking to where Harry used to be strung up. Not seeing him there, he glanced to the left to see him on the floor, on his back, bare from the waist down. He angrily swished his wand for Harry’s pants to appear back on him. He straddled Harry’s waist, pulling out his knife carefully from his back pocket. He brought the blade to the buttons of Harry’s shirt, popping them off one at a time, listening to them as they bounced of the stone floor. The shirt opened and Blaise couldn’t help but smile evilly as the bruises stood out starkly against Harry’s darker skin.

“Enervate,” Blaise said as he held the blade to Harry’s neck, waiting for him to come fully aware again. “Did you like your punishment Potter? You shouldn’t take what doesn’t belong to you,” he sneered running the blade down the side of Harry’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood in it’s wake. He bypassed the gold chain around Harry’s neck to bring the blade to Harry’s shoulder.

Harry held still as he felt the knife blade cut his skin. He was way past caring by this time. His whole body hurt, along with his heart from Draco’s abuse and rejection.

“You will never touch my Draco again,” Blaise warned as the tip of the knife pierced through the skin at Harry’s shoulder. No one heard Harry scream as the knife was thrust in his shoulder, the poison working it’s way into his system.


(typos fixed Apr. 07)