Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: *grins* I love how you all reacted to that chapter. I wonder how this one will do... *smirks evilly* ^_^

Disclaimer: See Introduction

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Harry groaned, trying to fight the other off, trying to sink back into the water for it to claim him, but he had no strength. He couldn\'t even open his eyes. His breath was shallow as he tried to wriggle free, unsucessfully. This wasn\'t supposed to happen, he was supposed to win...


Tom chuckled softly, shaking his head again as he hauled Harry further up against the side of the bath, pondering a moment before simply murmuring \"ennervate.\" The tip of his wand against Harry\'s temple. His mind would be alert, even if his body wasn\'t, and that was really all that mattered.


Harry\'s eyes blinked, but refused to open. Harry\'s ears slowly began to pick up what was going around him, but he still couldn\'t move. He wanted to scream, to yell, to push the other away and cut himself to shreds to die--but he couldn\'t even breathe properly.


Draco had stormed off to what he called the pen, a small windowless room just off the kitchen, it was where he kept his father\'s murderer, for those times when he\'d had a particularly bad day and needed someone to take it out on. \"Toy!\" He barked down the stairs. Ron didn\'t even get the benefit of being called \'pet\'.


Ron groaned, leaning in the corner weakly and blinking into the new light. What the hell did Ferret want now? He was afraid of the beating that would come if he didn\'t go to him though, and he sounded angrier than ever. He dragged himself to his feet, hands holding his annoyed stomach as it ate itself until he fell against the wall at the bottom of the stiars. \"...What do you want Malfoy...?\"


Draco grinned, he rather suspected what Voldemort had in mind, \"The Dark Lord has something to show you. Get up here and be quick about it.\"


Ron hesitated before attempting the stairs for the first time in what seemed like months. He hadn\'t left that room since he\'d been Apparated there during the War. He collapsed on the stairs numerous times before finally reaching the top in exhaustion. \"Bloody hell...you need an elevator Ferret...\"


Draco simply arched a brow, giving Ron a vicious backhand, \"Call me that again, and I\'ll have your tongue.\" He was apparently as calm as ever, \"Now get up, and follow me.\" He swept back down the hall towards the bathroom.

In the meantime Tom had hauled Harry out of the bath completely, leaving him standing over the side and bent over as if to divve in, hands bound by the tub itself, the clamshell creases having pinched closed around his wrists, keeping him trapped by cold porcelean


Ron snarled at the ferret, wanting to pounce him and strangle him--maybe make him eat slugs, but he was too weak. He staggered along behind the Malfoy, using the wall as support so he didn\'t fall over.

Harry groaned, legs buckling until he fell to his knees, his head still spinning with the loss of blood, wondering why he wasn\'t passed out yet. He\'d almost been before, but now it was like he couldn\'t. He thought he heard someone else approaching--he had faints hopes that whoever it was would save him.


Draco grinned as he shoved Ron into the room, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, though keeping his wand at the ready should he need to use it on the redhead.

Tom smiled slightly, already having peeled Harry from his wet and bloodied clothes, \"Didn\'t have any trouble did you Malfoy?\"

Draco shook his head, \"None. You?\"

Tom smiled once more, fingers sliding down Harry\'s spine, \"I\'ll recover.\"


Ron\'s eyes nearly buggered out of his head when he saw his mate. \"H-Harry! I thought you were dead!!\" He rushed towards the other, ready to shove Voldemort away, not realizing Malfoy has his wand out.

Harry\'s form lay kneeling by the tub, wrists captured above him, as if he was praising something. He hated this position. He thought he heard someone yell his name, but he couldn\'t place it, hear it well enough to. Everything was still groggled and foggy. Shivers ran down his spine as he coughed, gagging at the Lord\'s touch.


Draco sighed, the binding spell little more than a bored monotone, jerking Ron back, \"Stay put toy, and watch closely.\" He smirked, \"I\'m not above removing your eyelids to make you watch.\"

Tom smiled at that, fingers sliding up Harry\'s spine then to curl through his hair again, giving Harry\'s head another sharp jerk upwards, \"Wake up little one.\"


Ron glared back at Ferret, then back at \"the lord\". \"What the bloody Merlin did you do to him?! What did--\" The redhead cut himself off. It was rather obvious what Harry had done to them, so that was a rather stupid question. \"Leave him alone you blimey gits!\"

Harry groaned and winced as his head was jerked up, the wound in his neck searing pain within him at that action. His eyes managed to open then, and then he saw Ron. R....Ron?! Harry tried to pull himself free when he saw Ron, determined not to let his best mate in such a state, unless he was for sure going to die and win. But he knew Voldemort had already killed that, a pit in his stomach making him ill. His whole body burned from the wounds he\'d made whether they were \'sealed\' or not.


Draco smirked, giving his wand a faint twitch, which would translate as a sharp jerk against Ron\'s throat with the binding spell, drawing him back.

Tom grinned at Harry\'s renewed struggles, \"Thought that would work.\" He rose then, releasing his hold of Harry\'s hair, fingers sliding down his sides once more, almost petting, \"have you had him yet Draco?\"

Draco smirked, shaking his head and dipping a slight bow, \"Of course not sir, I was saving that honor for you, should you want it.\"


Ron choked as he stumbled backwards, eyes wide at the men\'s exchange of words. \"You-you can\'t do that!! Harry!!\" Ron struggled against the invisible bind to get to his friend, but he was weaker than he would\'ve been normally as is.

Harry growled at the Dark Lord, twisting so he was laying curled on his side, kicking at the other, as that was all he could do. He couldn\'t believe his ears---what he\'d just heard the both of them say. He felt an odd pit in the bottom of his stomach, as if he\'d just been betrayed by someone. Feeling out of control, he laid there, trembling, still in partial shock of the blood loss, mostly in fear now. His whole body tensed up.


Draco smirked, jerking Ron back once more as he struggled, voice having dipped, \"Watch toy.\" Granted, he hand\'t been saving Harry for anyone but himself, but it wasn\'t as if he was going to say that, and especially not to Voldemort himself.

Tom just chuckled at the re-positioning, shaking his head and catching Harry\'s hips, twisting them back around and pressing him firmly back into place against the edge of the tub, \"Do stop wriggling Potter, you\'re only going to make this worse on yourself.\"


Ron could care less what Ferret did to him, he pulled against the bind, fought it with everything he could as he struggled to get to Harry. He would save him this time...he wouldn\'t fail--couldn\'t.

Harry fought and struggled against everything as he felt the grimey hands on his hips again. His eyes clenched tightly and he turned his head away from his mate in shame, the bludger in his stomach still not going away. \"D-don\'t Ron...just l-listen to them...\" Some words from ye who was struggling with the strength he had left.


Draco chuckled at that, the sound low, almost grating really as he ruffled Ron\'s hair, only to tangle his fingers through it and give it a vicious yank a moment later, keeping Ron\'s head arched back, but still watching not about to let him look away.

Tom chuckled softly, shaking his head, \"It won\'t do you any good Harry, you\'re still going to get the same.\"

Draco found that he was bristling slightly at the thought of Tom using his pet that way, but he couldn\'t exactly argue.


Ron stopped, looking at Harry. He didn\'t want to just stand there and do nothing---after all, he\'d failed to help him last time. But, he didn\'t want to ignore Harry\'s words either. Blimey!

Harry growled, kicking a foot at the Lord, but soon there after feeling ill with the sudden movement. He rested his forehead on the tile beneath him, then realizing the stinging pain from his scar. It wasn\'t as severe as he remembered it getting, yet Voldemort was closer to him now than ever prior. \"Please...don\'t...\" His voice was a whisper, he begged the more powerful wizard, hoping that Ron couldn\'t hear his pathetic cries.

His eyes closed as he pulled weakly at the ceramic containing his wrists, trying to break free. \"Alohamora...\" It didn\'t work. Figures. His head turned so his cheek rested on the cool tile, his eyes staring at his blood swirling in the tub still. He felt ill. He felt betrayed.


Draco smiled, keeping his hand twined through Ron\'s hair, venting his frustration at not being the one to take Harry as he\'d planned.

Tom chuckled at the begging, mimicking Draco\'s movement, tangling his fingers through the fallen Golden Boy\'s hair and jerking his head up to make him meet Ron\'s eyes, \"Say it again.\"


Ron\'s hands tore at Ferret\'s, trying to pry his hand free from his tangled mess. \"Get your hands off me you git!\"

Harry\'s eyes clenched closed as he hissed softly in pain as it shot through his neck. He couldn\'t. He\'d always been there for Ron and them, and he couldn\'t let them see him fall ike this. Maybe he\'d get his strength and courage back now that Ron was \'ressurrected\'. He didn\'t want to look at Ron--or Draco. It was Draco that was making him feel sick. As much as he hated everything, he realized now that he\'d been treated well with the blonde prince, caringly even. Hell, Harry hated to admit that he enjoyed some of the moments they shared, and he was still rather pissed that his body hadn\'t calmed down at all, even after he\'d slashed it. Merlin...do I really need Draco that badly now? Can a spell really do this much?


Draco gave Ron\'s hair another jerk, voice a low, vicious hiss, \"Shut, up.\"

Tom smiled slowly, fingers almost caressing Harry\'s throat, \"Say it again Potter.\"

No normal spell could forge a bond like that, but blood-magic had a power all its own.


Ron cried out, writhering under the grasp, still trying to free himself, but still trying to keep his eyes on his mate. He shook his head slightly in confusion. What did he want Harry to say--let alone again?

Harry closed his eyes, trying to twist his gaze back to the water, using what neck muscle he hadn\'t severed. His nails clawed ath the ceramic trying to pry free as he slid his body this way and that, trying to get away from the Lord\'s grasp. He refused to look at anything after he\'d cracked his eyes and saw Draco. His heart had seemed to do a flip before burying in his lungs. The brunette gritted his teeth together to refrain from calling out to the blonde.

Tom tutted at that, shaking his head and giving Harry\'s head another yank, holding it back at an almost impossible angle, he would of course leave Draco to clean him up afterwards, if the blonde still wanted him of course.

He nipped sharply at the shell of Harry\'s ear, voice almost a purr, \"Say, it, again.\"


A groan of pain tumbled from his thrat as he was almost staring behind himself now, teeth clenched together tightly. His wrists pulled at their confinements before he finally growled out words. \"You do realize why you\'ll never win Riddle...you can never win.\" He rasped out the words in loud but low tones, his teeth practically sewn together even as he spoke. \"You have restraints, need others to do your work for you. Can\'t do it yourself is it?\" Harry felt his old self starting to come back, knowing Ron was indeed alive. \"You have no control over your power, whereas I do. I can get what needs to be done myself, I will die whether you like it or not. You....\"

He groaned, trying to pull his head back down, \"...you are a foul creature that needs to live on other beings in order to live.\" It was only after he\'d said the words, that he instantly regretted saying them. ...Draco...no...I... He hadn\'t meant it towards him, and he felt regret saying it, his eyes darting towards the blonde for his reaction, trying to appologize with his eyes before they closed in pain of his tensed neck.


Tom arched a brow at that, \"Well well well, quite a mouth on him, surprised you haven\'t cured that already Draco.\"

Draco hadn\'t noticed the correlation between himself and Tom, at least in Harry\'s eyes, so the statement hadn\'t bothered him in the slightest. He smiled slightly at the dark lord\'s comment however, \"I\'d thought I had, apparently he\'s just sneaky.\"


Taking advantage of the pause, and startling Ron as he squeeked like Scabbers, Harry kicked one leg back and swept it at Tom\'s legs, praying for a forceful contact. How he was going to get out of the tubs grip, he was still unsure of.


It connected alright, but only caused Tom to yank Harry\'s head sideways, fingers curling tighter in the young man\'s hair. He was practically growling as he regained his composure, kneeling against Harry\'s calves, pressing himself close, the hand not tangled in the other\'s hair half-clawing at Harry\'s pants, shredding them as much as pulling them down.


Harry winced quietly in pain as his sudden outstretch of his leg stretched the wounds on his pelvis, and his jaw dropped in a muted cry as his head was jerked around, his body trying to follow to make it less painful, rolling onto his side. His body tried to fight the other, panic beginning to lump in his throat and cutting off his air as he tried to pry away from the Lord\'s grasps.


Draco was grinning still, he was still a bit ruffled at the fact that Tom was going to have his pet before he\'d had the chance to, but he reminded himself that Tom had likely had him a few times before ever giving him over.

Tom bit down sharply at the curve of Harry\'s ear, finally getting fabric out of the way with a faint chortle.


Harry tried to toss his head back and smack his skull against the Lord\'s head sharply. He was breathing heavier in panic, eyes wide and trembling. This can\'t be happening! His eyes scanned over to Ron, who looked like he shit himself and had just been told to eat it, then slowly to Draco before he had to look away, not wanting to fall victim of begging in front of Ron. Don\'t say anything to get Ron hurt...just...shut up.


Draco still had a tight hold of Ron\'s hair, not about to let him turn away, even if he\'d wanted to.

Tom chuckled at that, adjusting his grasp of Harry\'s hair, twisting his head around to face Ron again, voice a growl against Harry\'s ear, \"Look at him, I want him to see your eyes when I take you.\"


Harry\'s eyes shut, not wanting to look in that direction. Not wanting to believe Ron was there, seeing this, not wanting to see Malfoy\'s pleasure from this. He fought with what neck muscles he hadn\'t severed to look away, eyes tightly shut, his hands balling into fists from the pain that was already creeping through his nerves, mainly his scar pounding at his head already. Harry figured it didn\'t hurt as much because the rest of his body was in just as much pain.


Tom growled softly once more, fingers pressing against Harry\'s hip, rolling the younger man back against himself, \"Open your eyes Harry.\"

Draco\'s jaw was set, the only real pleasure he was devining from this was Ron\'s shock and dismay


Ron had begun to fight Ferret\'s hold on him, trying to grab the wand in his hand to hex or kill Voldemort for what he was doing. He tried to yell at Ferret, at Voldemort, but no sounds came from his throat. He had a splitting headache but he didn\'t care. He knew even Harry couldn\'t deal with this, no one could!

Harry growled a protest, trying to get away from the Riddle\'s every touch. He didn\'t open his eyes, only kept fighting, tossing his head back to let the crown of his head find Riddle\'s, to let whatever freedom of movement he had squirm away from his clutches. Swallowing in terror thickly, he fought tears of desperation that pleaded to be free, as Harry did--that pleaded with Harry to beg to be released and freed. He pushed them all back. It wouldn\'t do any good.


Draco growled, keeping a tighter hold of Ron, giving him a sharp shake, like a mother cat would do to an unruly kitten, \"Hold still and watch toy.\" He smirked faintly then, \"Or are you just put out because you aren\'t in on the action?\"

Tom snarled, releasing his hold of Harry\'s head suddenly, thumping the back of it to smack his forehead into the side of the tub, \"Stop struggling and look at him Harry.\"


Ron\'s eyes buggered from his skull as he turned sharply to Ferret with a disgusted look, then stepped away. \"Bloddy hell no!\"

Harry laid with his head against the tub for a moment, trying to figure out how it had gotten there. He groaned, simply laying there in defeat, his breaths trembling as he wished he would pass out. Harry weakly opened his eyes and forced himself to look at Ron, a clear apology written in his eyes as he tremmored beneath the smaller man above him.


Draco chuckled, wrenching Ron back around again, holding him firmly in place, \"Remember what I said about your eyelids toy.\" He really wouldn\'t have any qualms about removing them.

Tom smiled as the resistance drained away, keeping Harry\'s head arched up so that he was facing Ron, chuckling as his tongue curled across Harry\'s abused ear, free hand wriggling down between them to free himself as well.


Harry\'s jaw tremmored as his eyes wavered in their opened state. His heart was in his mouth, beating a million times a second and he couldn\'t swallow around it, or breathe. He began to struggle again as Riddle reached between them. Having such a vile hand that close to him was MORE than enough to make him sick, and he gagged, almost vomiting in repulsion. He kept pulling at his wrists, ironically about the only thing \'free\' he had left to control. Riddle\'s body behind and above him prevented most, and what that didn\'t prevent, the knees on his calves or the grip on his hair did. So he pulled at his wrists, wondering if he pulled hard enough he could skin them enough to pull free.


Tom grinned, teeth sinking against the curve of Harry\'s shoulder, hissing a lubrication charm against the boy\'s skin, really only enough to keep himself comfortable, not to do much for Harry at all.

Draco\'s grin was pasted on at that point, growling almost inaudably in the back of his throat.


Ron seemed unsure whether to be more afraid of Voldemort and what he was doing, or Ferret\'s growling. He didn\'t think ferrets could growl. He stepped timidly out of Ferret\'s range just the same, unwillingly watching his mate before him, rather liking his eyelids.

Harry\'s jaw dropped in a mute and airless gasp as his eyes clenched at the bite. It had been nothing like Draco\'s biting, at all. He li---didn\'t mind the others bites, but these were beyond painful. His tears were threatening more harshly to fall, and at the sound of a spell being uttered, he closed his eyes tightly, almost sobbing inside as tears rolled down his face finally. His hands were still balled into fists and his nails dug into his palms as he tried to arc his back in a way to get away from the other, head throbbing in pain.


Not only was Draco growling, his jaw was clenched tightly enough that he was grinding his teeth, though still keeping tabs on Ron, not about to let him get away so easily or even at all.

Tom chuckled, lifting his head away from Harry\'s shoulder, hips rolling forwards suddenly, grinning outright as he forced past the younger man\'s entrance.


Ron jumped, cursing under his breath and growing red in anger at the sight before him. He called out to Harry, then cursed the other man\'s name to hell---then wondered if it would have been more effective to curse it to heaven as he was already in hell.

Harry finally found his voice as he screamed, tensing more than he had been, pain splitting up his body as he tried weakly to fight the other off, trembling as he pulled against the grip on his head, wanting desperately to hide the tears streaming down his face and the sobs that were rolling from his body.


The struggling of course only served to amuse Tom further, jerking at his handful of Harry\'s hair, making sure that he and Ron could see each other clearly, bearing himself forward more firmly, sure that he\'d felt Harry tear around him, hardly caring, it wasn\'t as if he had much more blood to loose.

Draco\'s breathing was shaky, only barely, mostly managing to keep it even, lashing out a vicious kick to Ron\'s legs, \"On your knees toy.\"


Harry continued to scream, but his throat was hoarse and it hurt, he had no more breath left to scream. He was positive that his legs had been split apart like Ken trying to do the splits and his legs popping off--only real. Only worse. His hands unfolded as he kicked and twisted himself as much as possible, tears staining his cheeks, eyes closed and close to begging for mercy, but knowing it was too late.

Ron yelped as his legs buckled but instead of falling forward onto his knees, then onto his fours, he managed to fall to his knees for a brief second then backwards onto his butt, then back like the clumsy git that he was. His face was red with anger as he saw the pain his friend was in, swearing he\'d kill Voldemort if it was the last thing he did, which it would be.


Tom chuckled against Harry\'s throat, leaving a wide lick from shoulder to ear, hips grinding forward before sliding back slightly only to buck forward once more, \"Sweet little thing isn\'t he Draco?\" He arched a brow up at the blonde.

Draco\'s smile was more of a grimace, \"I suppose he is, though you\'re the one who\'d know.\"


Screams rang though Harry\'s ears as Riddle ripped through him again, and he forced himself to see if Ron was alright. Then he realized that it was his own screams that were filling the room, emmitting from his trembling body that was going weak and falling into the abyss of pain that engulfed him. He found himself giving a pleading look to Draco before his head arched back again, eyes clenched tight with another shriek of pain. Everything was wrong. He couldn\'t breathe, his heart was in his head and throat, pain was in every nerve cell in his body and though he wanted desperately to sink into the abyss of darkness below him, he felt as if he were a dog on a leash only a mere inch from a taunting cat.


It was a few more long, agonizing minutes before Tom finally withdrew, still firm as prior to shattering the boy, smirking and pinching the curve of Harry\'s arse, \"You aren\'t worth it Potter.\" He unfolded, tucking himself away again and smirking at Draco, \"I\'d use him quickly if I were you, virgins are like wine, turn to vinegar if left to sit.\"

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Responses to Reviews on this chapter

LPhoenix
*cries for harry and ron* update again soon

*huggles and hands a tissue*


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Fefs
O_O What the fuck?? I\'m out of words...
I hate this chapter with such a passion and i can\'t understand how that makes me LOVE this fic EVEN MORE... What a hell of a plot you created!! Oh My God!! This punishment was so real and sick just like Voldemort itself.. Crazy sick perv BASTARD!!! This chapter held such a drama and emotion and ahhhhhh!! I really have no words! Ahhh, poor Harry! But Draco\'s punishment will be having his pet broken.. Cause after this harry\'ll be as good as dead.. Poor thing, raped in front of his best friend. I hope Draco falls in love hard and that harry make him suffer byond what is understandble.
I\'m so proud of Ron.. He is not broken! he calls Draco a ferret, he almost hurt himlself to try to help Harry. Wow.. I\'m completely out of word, i simply can not imagine what will happen next!! I can\'t... Please update really soon cause if you don\'t after this chapter you\'ll be even worst than Voldemort to your fans, really.
Hugs genius! I recomend for you to hide since if RoWling find you... =D
Hugs!

Ps: ok, i like you again, but only because i was lying before, when i said i didn\'t like you anymore.

*twitches* I was soo scared you meant that!! *stares at first sentences* X_X I love hearing you guys comment on what you think and stuff, but in a way it makes me nervous because generally things aren\'t necessarily how it sounds you think they should go. ^^;

Umm...as for \'harry\'s as good as dead\'...That I\'m slightly afraid of. I\'ll only say that I\'m hoping I did the next sreas of Harry well enough... You think Rowling will come to find me?? That\'d be wicked!! XD


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Rose
YAY! Another chapter. Harry will live, right? Right?! Well yes, unless you were planning to end the story very soon, Harry would have to live. When you first said toy, I thought you meant sex toy. That\'s what Ron is, right? It\'s just, the way you wrote it, it sounded more like Draco just enjoys beating him up. Which is okay, just not nearly as exciting. Update quickly! And don\'t have Harry on bad terms with Draco for too long.

Umm...I\'m not sure whether my partner\'s saying Ron\'s a sex toy or not. There are moments where I think he is, but others where I think it\'s purely to beat on for frustrations. I shall have to get this cleared up...because if Ron was abused sexually, he may not have acted the way he did, he would possibly have been half trying as pain he remembers hits him. Or maybe Ron\'s gay and likes it rough...lol. I have no idea. XD

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thrnbrooke
Can\'t wait for chapter 23! Ron is alive! Is Hermione? Ron isn\'t broken! Poor Harry! Now Draco knows. Harry was a virgin.

Umm, no, she\'s not. I thought I\'d made that point in a previous flash to the war...maybe not. ^^; Whoops. ^_^;


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icestar
kagemegami-genteel@yahoo.com
heh, possessive much draco?

and ron, silly boy....

nice chapter though ^_^ heh, voldie IS a coward... and harry is reading too deep in his own action.

Reading too deep into what? Lol. Voldie\'s funny. Sorta. Heh. ^_^


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I got my hair hilighted! I\'m super excited. ^_^ I had to share that. :)

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