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When Stars Collide
Chapter Number/Total: 25/32
Chapter Title: When Stars Collide
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Draco sat in the back of Mark's beat-up Toyota, holding on while the man weaved in and out of San Francisco traffic, talking to them.
"So this is an art show in celebration of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgendered Pride Month," Mark was explaining. “I have a couple of panels with a dozen pieces."
Harry was holding onto Draco as Mark spoke, looking out of the window at the quickly passing scenery. He was getting used to the way Mark drove, thankfully. "I'm glad you got into the show," Harry said with a smile. "And thanks for bringing us."
Draco knew that Mark was very public about being gay. But he still didn't really understand why there was a parade, art show and all the other events around the theme. Draco held Harry's, and sometimes even Mark's, hand in public. But he didn't know why anyone else needed to know who he had sex with. He liked both men and women. Did that really need a title, let alone a parade?
"So all the artists in the show are either queer or have queer themes in their work," Mark continued. "Hundreds of people applied but only twenty were accepted." He braked suddenly and backed into a parking space, barely fitting the car into the small space.
"Lucky," Harry commented, looking around at the area. There were colourful flags that Harry had seen a few times before, but didn't know the meaning of them. He leant forward in his seat and waited until Mark had parked the car. "What do those flags mean?" he asked, pointing at one.
"Talented, not lucky," Draco cut in.
Mark grinned back at them. "Oh, the rainbow flags? They represent diversity. And have been adopted as one of the symbols of being queer."
"They're nice," Harry said softly, glancing at Draco with a smile. "And yes, talented is much better to say than lucky." Harry waited a moment before he took a deep breath and moved to get out of the car. He had never been so open about something like this, never really had the chance to either. The only men he had ever wanted were Draco and Mark, so he knew that he was attracted to men, but there was also Cho, Ginny, and then Jess and Ally. So did that make him bisexual or gay? Harry wasn't too sure.
They made their way up the street, with Mark chattering about the show. Inside there was quite a gathering of people. Draco was impressed with some of the art. He still found the static nature of Muggle photos and art a little strange. There were lots of different styles and mediums including sculptures and photographs, as well as drawings and paintings. Draco had difficulty understanding what the abstract pieces had to do with sexuality. Finally, they came to Mark's art.
Harry stopped once they reached Mark's art, his eyes widening as they immediately stopped on a familiar drawing. "Is that ... is that us?" Harry asked softly, glancing at Mark with wide eyes. He felt excited, nervous, and embarrassed at the same time, wondering if anyone would notice them.
It was one of the first poses they did with Mark. The piece was labelled with the title “By Your Side.” The two of them sat facing and looking into each other's eyes. Mark had captured the intensity of their desire and affection in a way that made Draco's body tighten in response. Just looking at this made him want to kiss Harry right there.
"It is ..." Harry confirmed softly, stepping up closer to get a good look. He recognised when Mark drew it and he felt his cheeks flush a little from the memory. "Mark," he said, turning around and looking up at the other man. "Thank you ..."
Mark was grinning and a bit flushed as well. "One of my best days, as well as my best drawings," he said.
Draco was grateful Mark had given them the one of them nude instead of displaying it here. He found himself reaching up, nearly touching the beautiful drawing of his lover's face, captured in such detail.
"I love your drawings," Harry said softly, walking up closer to Mark so that he could pull him into a hug.
Mark wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him briefly on the lips.
Several people had gathered around and were pointing at Harry and Draco and back to the drawing. Draco flushed, uncomfortable with the attention.
Harry didn't notice the people until he pulled a little away from Mark, his face colouring almost as soon as he figured out why they were crowding around. He should've been used to this kind of attention, especially after being The Boy Who Lived for most of his life.
"Let's see the rest of the show," Mark suggested, gesturing with a hand for Draco to lead on.
They walked through it together, enjoying the art and each other's company. Draco tried to relax but found himself disturbed by the attention they had received earlier. They had survived this long by not drawing attention to themselves. And that drawing – well, anyone who had ever known them would recognise them immediately. He just hoped that no one like that ever came through a gay American art show.
***
Mark had given Draco a ride to the Culinary Arts Institute where he had registered for classes. Draco was excited that both of them were starting classes in a couple of months. He smiled at the curly-haired brunette. "We will both be students soon," he said, tousling Mark's hair before they got into the Toyota.
Mark laughed, getting into the driver's side and starting the car up. "I don't think I've ever seen you look so happy before," he commented, pulling out of the parking space. He was often struck by how different the blond looked now. Had Draco changed or just his view of him?
Draco rolled his eyes but kept smiling. "I am happy," he said. "I don't know if I ever expected to be. And you are part of why I am." He reached and squeezed Mark's shoulder. It was more physical than he usually got outside.
“Me too," Mark replied, smiling brightly at him once they reached a stoplight. "You don't know how happy I am that you and Harlan came here. I don't know what I'd be doing with myself right now."
"So, let's stop at the market and pick up some things and I’ll cook dinner for the three of us," Draco said. "Harlan will be back later and we can surprise him."
Mark nodded, speeding up as he took a faster route to the market. They were there in minutes and luckily he was able to just find a parking space. They got the groceries and made their way to the flat.
Draco fumbled for a minute with the keys and then opened the door. Mark saw the bright light that engulfed the man before the blond crumpled to the floor and found himself facing two figures in black robes with wands drawn. Another blast of light hit him before he even had time to shout.
***
Mark woke up with a low groan, his face pressed against something solid, cold and damp. He immediately moved to get up, blinking quickly to try and take in the scene. All he could remember was Draco falling and then a group of people in cloaks and then ... then he had fallen too. Where was he? He looked around. It looked like a dungeon in an old movie. Although Mark himself was unbound, he found Draco was shackled to the wall and still unconscious.
"David?" Mark asked, scrambling to get up and run over to his lover. "Draco!" He felt like he was having a really bad nightmare and wished he could wake up.
The blond groaned, opening his eyes. "Mark?" Draco asked. He broke out in a cold sweat and his stomach dropped. He closed his eyes again for a minute, trying to get control of himself.
"Where the hell are we?!" Mark asked frantically, reaching to try and help Draco out of the chains somehow.
"They are magically locked," Draco said. "And we are in more trouble than you can imagine." The blond closed his eyes with a sigh. He knew they were in Voldemort's dungeon in England. What he didn't understand was why the Death Eaters would have brought Mark here as well.
Mark continued to tug at the chains, feeling more distressed when he heard Draco's words. "Magic? Where are we? Why?"
Draco looked at him, grey eyes full of the hopelessness of their situation. "What has happened while I was out? Did they get … Harlan?"
"I just woke up." At the mention of Harry, Mark looked around the dungeon again. "I haven’t seen him. Do you think they have him? Would they have him somewhere else?"
"We can't tell them anything. Do you understand, Mark? We have been taken by the Death Eaters, the ones who want to destroy him," Draco said urgently.
"I won't say anything, I promise," Mark replied quickly, his heart beating fast. "These are the ones who want to ..." He couldn't finish his sentence, feeling like his throat was closing up.
"Yes, they will kill him," Draco said, voice calmer than he felt. "Mark, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt. We shouldn't have brought you into this ..."
"They can't kill him. He doesn't deserve that," Mark said, shaking his head. He knew he was panicking, and he tried to get control of himself. “And I don’t blame you.”
Draco wanted to warn Mark, but there was nothing he could say that would prepare him for what was going to happen. Before he could decide what else to say, they heard the sound of the door being unlocked and then it swung open. Two black robed and masked figures came in with wands drawn.
Mark spun around, backing up against the wall once he saw the Death Eaters. He didn't know what to do or say, so he ended up nervously glancing between Draco and the men in the cloaks.
"Malfoy," one of them sneered. "We have missed you. So nice to see you after so long."
Draco winced, recognising the voice. "Can't say I missed you, Vincent."
Mark frowned. He had never asked Draco’s or Harry’s real surnames but he guessed Malfoy was Draco’s.
"Never thought I would see you in Muggle clothes," Crabbe said, shaking his head. "Draco Malfoy living like a filthy Muggle. Do you fuck them too?"
Draco huffed. "I don't suppose you will just kill me and get this over with," he said with a sigh. Actually, he knew their only hope lay in drawing this out as long as possible. The Enslavement Spell meant that Harry would know they were in trouble. It also meant that if Draco died, so did Harry.
The other figure, Goyle, laughed. "No fun that way," he said.
Mark glanced down at the clothes they were wearing, seeing nothing at all wrong with them. What else would they wear? He glanced up sharply when he heard Draco say something about being killed. He looked at him and shook his head quickly.
Crabbe cast a spell and the shackles detached from the wall, but remained around Draco's wrists and ankles. "Don't suppose you or your pet will tell us where Potter is?" he asked.
Draco's heart sped up. That meant they hadn't captured Harry yet. "Wouldn't even if I knew," he answered honestly.
Mark guessed that Potter was Harry, and he was relieved as well. At least Harry was still safe. "Neither would I," he said.
"We were hoping you would say that," Crabbe said, and gestured. They were led up the stone corridor and upstairs to the main hall of Voldemort's Mansion. Predictably, there were already quite a number of Death Eaters waiting.
Mark swallowed nervously as they walked, feeling as though this were a death march or something similar. He kept looking at Draco for something to calm him down, but as soon as they stepped into the hall filled with even more of the robed people, his heart sped up again.
The familiar stone “altar” slab was in place and Draco steeled his face to show nothing, despite the way his stomach churned.
Voldemort sat on his throne and a year had made no difference in the way he looked. "Kneel, Malfoy," one of the others ordered, but Draco remained standing.
Mark couldn't help but make a face when he saw that ... thing sitting on high. Was that creature the person Harry and Draco were running away from? Based just on looks, Mark could see why. He looked like a mixture of a snake and a man, but even more hideous.
When neither Draco nor Mark knelt, Voldemort raised his wand and cast Crucio on Mark.
Mark didn't know what hit him. He cried out as he felt an unbelievable pain shoot through his body, making him fall to his knees. It felt like his very bones were on fire and there was nothing he could do but jerk and scream.
Draco was shocked when Voldemort attacked Mark instead of himself. He clenched his jaw, but knew he had no choice but to drop to his knees immediately. He grovelled before the Dark Lord, but the monster let Mark scream for a little longer before he ended the spell.
"Now you remember your place, Malfoy," the creature hissed.
Mark lay gasping and trembling on the floor, too scared to even look up yet. He didn't know exactly what had happened, but knew this was an area of magic he never wanted to experience again.
"Malfoy, where is Potter?" Voldemort asked.
Draco kept his head down but shook it. "I do not know," he said.
"You are a blood-traitor and you will beg us to die before we are done," the monster said. "If you help us find him, we will allow you a quick death."
Mark swallowed and slowly looked up, still shaking. He was still scared – scared of how he would die and scared for Draco. But he did not want Harry to have to face this monster. If it meant dying before he told where he was, then so be it.
"I know you well enough to realise that you will punish me regardless of what I do," Draco said, his voice hard and cold.
Two Death Eaters moved up then, grabbing Draco by the arms and dragging him backwards towards the bench. They held him up, while two others began ripping the clothing from his body. He tried not to struggle, but his heart was pumping and he was shaking badly as they stripped him.
Mark managed to get up on his hands and knees and he watched wide-eyed as they stripped Draco. "Stop," he said before he could stop himself, warily glancing at the people around him.
They ignored Mark, laughing. Then they stepped apart, holding Draco so that everyone could see him displayed. There were a lot of obscene comments made then, as Death Eaters made suggestions of what they would like to do to Draco.
The comments made Mark shudder, hoping they wouldn't really do some of the things they were saying they would. "Draco," he whispered, wanting to help, but scared of what would happen if he tried.
Macnair pushed his hood back, grinning as he walked forward to stand in front of Draco. "Your turn, Draco," he said. "On your knees."
"No," Draco said, looking him in the eyes. "I won't submit."
Macnair grinned wider. "Then maybe your Muggle pet will."
Mark couldn't help but shudder at the thought of some of those things happening to him or Draco. He bit his lip hard.
"No, he isn't part of this," Draco said. He knew it was a mistake to let them know he cared about Mark, but he couldn't allow them to hurt Mark because of him.
Macnair laughed and began to unbutton his robes. "On your knees, Draco," he sneered.
"Wait, no," Mark said, louder than before. He couldn't just stand by and watch.
"Shut up, Mark," Draco snapped. He swallowed hard, breathing deep before doing what Macnair wanted. Draco sank to his knees. He opened wide, sucking the man's cock into his mouth and closing his eyes.
Mark went silent and looked away. He could hear the groans and it made him feel sick.
Draco tried to put his mind far away from what he was doing. Macnair grabbed Draco's hair and began thrusting into his mouth, cock hitting the back of the blond's throat and choking him.
Mark screwed his eyes shut, bile rising in his throat and feeling guilty that he had no idea how to stop this. He could hear Draco's choked gasps and he fought with his stomach to keep everything down.
Macnair came in his mouth and Draco choked again, eventually pulling back and nearly vomiting as he coughed it up. The others laughed and then one stepped in front of him. "My turn," Crabbe said. Draco realised then that they meant to humiliate him and he tried to resign himself to it.
Chapter Title: When Stars Collide
Words: 2887 Words
Draco sat in the back of Mark's beat-up Toyota, holding on while the man weaved in and out of San Francisco traffic, talking to them.
"So this is an art show in celebration of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgendered Pride Month," Mark was explaining. “I have a couple of panels with a dozen pieces."
Harry was holding onto Draco as Mark spoke, looking out of the window at the quickly passing scenery. He was getting used to the way Mark drove, thankfully. "I'm glad you got into the show," Harry said with a smile. "And thanks for bringing us."
Draco knew that Mark was very public about being gay. But he still didn't really understand why there was a parade, art show and all the other events around the theme. Draco held Harry's, and sometimes even Mark's, hand in public. But he didn't know why anyone else needed to know who he had sex with. He liked both men and women. Did that really need a title, let alone a parade?
"So all the artists in the show are either queer or have queer themes in their work," Mark continued. "Hundreds of people applied but only twenty were accepted." He braked suddenly and backed into a parking space, barely fitting the car into the small space.
"Lucky," Harry commented, looking around at the area. There were colourful flags that Harry had seen a few times before, but didn't know the meaning of them. He leant forward in his seat and waited until Mark had parked the car. "What do those flags mean?" he asked, pointing at one.
"Talented, not lucky," Draco cut in.
Mark grinned back at them. "Oh, the rainbow flags? They represent diversity. And have been adopted as one of the symbols of being queer."
"They're nice," Harry said softly, glancing at Draco with a smile. "And yes, talented is much better to say than lucky." Harry waited a moment before he took a deep breath and moved to get out of the car. He had never been so open about something like this, never really had the chance to either. The only men he had ever wanted were Draco and Mark, so he knew that he was attracted to men, but there was also Cho, Ginny, and then Jess and Ally. So did that make him bisexual or gay? Harry wasn't too sure.
They made their way up the street, with Mark chattering about the show. Inside there was quite a gathering of people. Draco was impressed with some of the art. He still found the static nature of Muggle photos and art a little strange. There were lots of different styles and mediums including sculptures and photographs, as well as drawings and paintings. Draco had difficulty understanding what the abstract pieces had to do with sexuality. Finally, they came to Mark's art.
Harry stopped once they reached Mark's art, his eyes widening as they immediately stopped on a familiar drawing. "Is that ... is that us?" Harry asked softly, glancing at Mark with wide eyes. He felt excited, nervous, and embarrassed at the same time, wondering if anyone would notice them.
It was one of the first poses they did with Mark. The piece was labelled with the title “By Your Side.” The two of them sat facing and looking into each other's eyes. Mark had captured the intensity of their desire and affection in a way that made Draco's body tighten in response. Just looking at this made him want to kiss Harry right there.
"It is ..." Harry confirmed softly, stepping up closer to get a good look. He recognised when Mark drew it and he felt his cheeks flush a little from the memory. "Mark," he said, turning around and looking up at the other man. "Thank you ..."
Mark was grinning and a bit flushed as well. "One of my best days, as well as my best drawings," he said.
Draco was grateful Mark had given them the one of them nude instead of displaying it here. He found himself reaching up, nearly touching the beautiful drawing of his lover's face, captured in such detail.
"I love your drawings," Harry said softly, walking up closer to Mark so that he could pull him into a hug.
Mark wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed him briefly on the lips.
Several people had gathered around and were pointing at Harry and Draco and back to the drawing. Draco flushed, uncomfortable with the attention.
Harry didn't notice the people until he pulled a little away from Mark, his face colouring almost as soon as he figured out why they were crowding around. He should've been used to this kind of attention, especially after being The Boy Who Lived for most of his life.
"Let's see the rest of the show," Mark suggested, gesturing with a hand for Draco to lead on.
They walked through it together, enjoying the art and each other's company. Draco tried to relax but found himself disturbed by the attention they had received earlier. They had survived this long by not drawing attention to themselves. And that drawing – well, anyone who had ever known them would recognise them immediately. He just hoped that no one like that ever came through a gay American art show.
***
Mark had given Draco a ride to the Culinary Arts Institute where he had registered for classes. Draco was excited that both of them were starting classes in a couple of months. He smiled at the curly-haired brunette. "We will both be students soon," he said, tousling Mark's hair before they got into the Toyota.
Mark laughed, getting into the driver's side and starting the car up. "I don't think I've ever seen you look so happy before," he commented, pulling out of the parking space. He was often struck by how different the blond looked now. Had Draco changed or just his view of him?
Draco rolled his eyes but kept smiling. "I am happy," he said. "I don't know if I ever expected to be. And you are part of why I am." He reached and squeezed Mark's shoulder. It was more physical than he usually got outside.
“Me too," Mark replied, smiling brightly at him once they reached a stoplight. "You don't know how happy I am that you and Harlan came here. I don't know what I'd be doing with myself right now."
"So, let's stop at the market and pick up some things and I’ll cook dinner for the three of us," Draco said. "Harlan will be back later and we can surprise him."
Mark nodded, speeding up as he took a faster route to the market. They were there in minutes and luckily he was able to just find a parking space. They got the groceries and made their way to the flat.
Draco fumbled for a minute with the keys and then opened the door. Mark saw the bright light that engulfed the man before the blond crumpled to the floor and found himself facing two figures in black robes with wands drawn. Another blast of light hit him before he even had time to shout.
***
Mark woke up with a low groan, his face pressed against something solid, cold and damp. He immediately moved to get up, blinking quickly to try and take in the scene. All he could remember was Draco falling and then a group of people in cloaks and then ... then he had fallen too. Where was he? He looked around. It looked like a dungeon in an old movie. Although Mark himself was unbound, he found Draco was shackled to the wall and still unconscious.
"David?" Mark asked, scrambling to get up and run over to his lover. "Draco!" He felt like he was having a really bad nightmare and wished he could wake up.
The blond groaned, opening his eyes. "Mark?" Draco asked. He broke out in a cold sweat and his stomach dropped. He closed his eyes again for a minute, trying to get control of himself.
"Where the hell are we?!" Mark asked frantically, reaching to try and help Draco out of the chains somehow.
"They are magically locked," Draco said. "And we are in more trouble than you can imagine." The blond closed his eyes with a sigh. He knew they were in Voldemort's dungeon in England. What he didn't understand was why the Death Eaters would have brought Mark here as well.
Mark continued to tug at the chains, feeling more distressed when he heard Draco's words. "Magic? Where are we? Why?"
Draco looked at him, grey eyes full of the hopelessness of their situation. "What has happened while I was out? Did they get … Harlan?"
"I just woke up." At the mention of Harry, Mark looked around the dungeon again. "I haven’t seen him. Do you think they have him? Would they have him somewhere else?"
"We can't tell them anything. Do you understand, Mark? We have been taken by the Death Eaters, the ones who want to destroy him," Draco said urgently.
"I won't say anything, I promise," Mark replied quickly, his heart beating fast. "These are the ones who want to ..." He couldn't finish his sentence, feeling like his throat was closing up.
"Yes, they will kill him," Draco said, voice calmer than he felt. "Mark, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to get hurt. We shouldn't have brought you into this ..."
"They can't kill him. He doesn't deserve that," Mark said, shaking his head. He knew he was panicking, and he tried to get control of himself. “And I don’t blame you.”
Draco wanted to warn Mark, but there was nothing he could say that would prepare him for what was going to happen. Before he could decide what else to say, they heard the sound of the door being unlocked and then it swung open. Two black robed and masked figures came in with wands drawn.
Mark spun around, backing up against the wall once he saw the Death Eaters. He didn't know what to do or say, so he ended up nervously glancing between Draco and the men in the cloaks.
"Malfoy," one of them sneered. "We have missed you. So nice to see you after so long."
Draco winced, recognising the voice. "Can't say I missed you, Vincent."
Mark frowned. He had never asked Draco’s or Harry’s real surnames but he guessed Malfoy was Draco’s.
"Never thought I would see you in Muggle clothes," Crabbe said, shaking his head. "Draco Malfoy living like a filthy Muggle. Do you fuck them too?"
Draco huffed. "I don't suppose you will just kill me and get this over with," he said with a sigh. Actually, he knew their only hope lay in drawing this out as long as possible. The Enslavement Spell meant that Harry would know they were in trouble. It also meant that if Draco died, so did Harry.
The other figure, Goyle, laughed. "No fun that way," he said.
Mark glanced down at the clothes they were wearing, seeing nothing at all wrong with them. What else would they wear? He glanced up sharply when he heard Draco say something about being killed. He looked at him and shook his head quickly.
Crabbe cast a spell and the shackles detached from the wall, but remained around Draco's wrists and ankles. "Don't suppose you or your pet will tell us where Potter is?" he asked.
Draco's heart sped up. That meant they hadn't captured Harry yet. "Wouldn't even if I knew," he answered honestly.
Mark guessed that Potter was Harry, and he was relieved as well. At least Harry was still safe. "Neither would I," he said.
"We were hoping you would say that," Crabbe said, and gestured. They were led up the stone corridor and upstairs to the main hall of Voldemort's Mansion. Predictably, there were already quite a number of Death Eaters waiting.
Mark swallowed nervously as they walked, feeling as though this were a death march or something similar. He kept looking at Draco for something to calm him down, but as soon as they stepped into the hall filled with even more of the robed people, his heart sped up again.
The familiar stone “altar” slab was in place and Draco steeled his face to show nothing, despite the way his stomach churned.
Voldemort sat on his throne and a year had made no difference in the way he looked. "Kneel, Malfoy," one of the others ordered, but Draco remained standing.
Mark couldn't help but make a face when he saw that ... thing sitting on high. Was that creature the person Harry and Draco were running away from? Based just on looks, Mark could see why. He looked like a mixture of a snake and a man, but even more hideous.
When neither Draco nor Mark knelt, Voldemort raised his wand and cast Crucio on Mark.
Mark didn't know what hit him. He cried out as he felt an unbelievable pain shoot through his body, making him fall to his knees. It felt like his very bones were on fire and there was nothing he could do but jerk and scream.
Draco was shocked when Voldemort attacked Mark instead of himself. He clenched his jaw, but knew he had no choice but to drop to his knees immediately. He grovelled before the Dark Lord, but the monster let Mark scream for a little longer before he ended the spell.
"Now you remember your place, Malfoy," the creature hissed.
Mark lay gasping and trembling on the floor, too scared to even look up yet. He didn't know exactly what had happened, but knew this was an area of magic he never wanted to experience again.
"Malfoy, where is Potter?" Voldemort asked.
Draco kept his head down but shook it. "I do not know," he said.
"You are a blood-traitor and you will beg us to die before we are done," the monster said. "If you help us find him, we will allow you a quick death."
Mark swallowed and slowly looked up, still shaking. He was still scared – scared of how he would die and scared for Draco. But he did not want Harry to have to face this monster. If it meant dying before he told where he was, then so be it.
"I know you well enough to realise that you will punish me regardless of what I do," Draco said, his voice hard and cold.
Two Death Eaters moved up then, grabbing Draco by the arms and dragging him backwards towards the bench. They held him up, while two others began ripping the clothing from his body. He tried not to struggle, but his heart was pumping and he was shaking badly as they stripped him.
Mark managed to get up on his hands and knees and he watched wide-eyed as they stripped Draco. "Stop," he said before he could stop himself, warily glancing at the people around him.
They ignored Mark, laughing. Then they stepped apart, holding Draco so that everyone could see him displayed. There were a lot of obscene comments made then, as Death Eaters made suggestions of what they would like to do to Draco.
The comments made Mark shudder, hoping they wouldn't really do some of the things they were saying they would. "Draco," he whispered, wanting to help, but scared of what would happen if he tried.
Macnair pushed his hood back, grinning as he walked forward to stand in front of Draco. "Your turn, Draco," he said. "On your knees."
"No," Draco said, looking him in the eyes. "I won't submit."
Macnair grinned wider. "Then maybe your Muggle pet will."
Mark couldn't help but shudder at the thought of some of those things happening to him or Draco. He bit his lip hard.
"No, he isn't part of this," Draco said. He knew it was a mistake to let them know he cared about Mark, but he couldn't allow them to hurt Mark because of him.
Macnair laughed and began to unbutton his robes. "On your knees, Draco," he sneered.
"Wait, no," Mark said, louder than before. He couldn't just stand by and watch.
"Shut up, Mark," Draco snapped. He swallowed hard, breathing deep before doing what Macnair wanted. Draco sank to his knees. He opened wide, sucking the man's cock into his mouth and closing his eyes.
Mark went silent and looked away. He could hear the groans and it made him feel sick.
Draco tried to put his mind far away from what he was doing. Macnair grabbed Draco's hair and began thrusting into his mouth, cock hitting the back of the blond's throat and choking him.
Mark screwed his eyes shut, bile rising in his throat and feeling guilty that he had no idea how to stop this. He could hear Draco's choked gasps and he fought with his stomach to keep everything down.
Macnair came in his mouth and Draco choked again, eventually pulling back and nearly vomiting as he coughed it up. The others laughed and then one stepped in front of him. "My turn," Crabbe said. Draco realised then that they meant to humiliate him and he tried to resign himself to it.