Bound by Hatred
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,551
Reviews:
83
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Alone
ALONE, NOW
Harry was slumped miserably in one of the carriages. Sitting felt so terrible-- his body trembled as though a white-hot spike was wedged up his backside. It hurt, it hurt so much.
Humiliation raged through him like a tangible force. He wanted to die. He just wanted to melt into the seat and dissolve, to vanish. To whither and fade from this horrible new reality.
He couldn\'t cry; he couldn\'t even relax his shoulders or adjust his position to relieve his pain. Something Ma-- something that had been done to him prevented this.
So when Ron and Hermione piled into the other side of the carriage, he was instantly enraged.
\"Where were you?\" Harry demanded hoarsely. His voice was jagged and uneven from screaming against Malfoy\'s hand.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance. \"Harry, we--\" she began.
\"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?\"
How dare they! How dare they just sit there and look so goddamn fucking smug when he\'d just been-- after what had just--
Harry wanted to break down into sobs again, but he felt it again, that indefinable force clenching around him and opressing his expression of emotion. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling with the emotional pain he simply could not release.
He wanted to die die die die die die
A hand on his arm--
\"DON\'T FUCKING TOUCH ME, YOU FUCKING BITCH!\" Harry screamed at her, lashing out with his fist and knocking her back. Tears, tears that wouldn\'t come. He clamped his hand miserably over his face, hearing Ron and Hermione shouting at him.
A fist caught him across the cheek, sending Harry reeling against the back of his seat, and tumbling to the floor.
\"… asshole don\'t TOUCH her!\"
Ron. Ron was shouting at him.
\"--not worth it, Ron, Ron, just stop--\" Hermione\'s hysterical voice. Harry didn\'t have to look to see she was trying to hold him back. \"--he\'s drunk, he\'s just drunk. Look at him, Ron. He\'s drunk.\"
He wanted to scream it at them. I\'m NOT drunk. Malfoy DRUGGED me. He HURT me. YOU\'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIENDS! WHERE WERE YOU? WHY didn\'t you HELP ME?
The words lodged in his throat.
\"We\'re getting in another carriage, you drunk prick!\" Ron bellowed.
Harry lifted his head weakly, seeing the enraged condemnation in Ron\'s eyes, and then the rapidly forming bruise on Hermione\'s cheek.
Oh God, I hit her… he thought, nauseated.
The door slammed, and he was alone in the carriage.
With no one to see, and no one to suspect what had happened to him, Malfoy\'s potion released back to him control over his tears. As the magical carriages started to life, Harry leaned his cheek against the cold metal floor and wept.
TBC
Harry was slumped miserably in one of the carriages. Sitting felt so terrible-- his body trembled as though a white-hot spike was wedged up his backside. It hurt, it hurt so much.
Humiliation raged through him like a tangible force. He wanted to die. He just wanted to melt into the seat and dissolve, to vanish. To whither and fade from this horrible new reality.
He couldn\'t cry; he couldn\'t even relax his shoulders or adjust his position to relieve his pain. Something Ma-- something that had been done to him prevented this.
So when Ron and Hermione piled into the other side of the carriage, he was instantly enraged.
\"Where were you?\" Harry demanded hoarsely. His voice was jagged and uneven from screaming against Malfoy\'s hand.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance. \"Harry, we--\" she began.
\"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?\"
How dare they! How dare they just sit there and look so goddamn fucking smug when he\'d just been-- after what had just--
Harry wanted to break down into sobs again, but he felt it again, that indefinable force clenching around him and opressing his expression of emotion. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling with the emotional pain he simply could not release.
He wanted to die die die die die die
A hand on his arm--
\"DON\'T FUCKING TOUCH ME, YOU FUCKING BITCH!\" Harry screamed at her, lashing out with his fist and knocking her back. Tears, tears that wouldn\'t come. He clamped his hand miserably over his face, hearing Ron and Hermione shouting at him.
A fist caught him across the cheek, sending Harry reeling against the back of his seat, and tumbling to the floor.
\"… asshole don\'t TOUCH her!\"
Ron. Ron was shouting at him.
\"--not worth it, Ron, Ron, just stop--\" Hermione\'s hysterical voice. Harry didn\'t have to look to see she was trying to hold him back. \"--he\'s drunk, he\'s just drunk. Look at him, Ron. He\'s drunk.\"
He wanted to scream it at them. I\'m NOT drunk. Malfoy DRUGGED me. He HURT me. YOU\'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIENDS! WHERE WERE YOU? WHY didn\'t you HELP ME?
The words lodged in his throat.
\"We\'re getting in another carriage, you drunk prick!\" Ron bellowed.
Harry lifted his head weakly, seeing the enraged condemnation in Ron\'s eyes, and then the rapidly forming bruise on Hermione\'s cheek.
Oh God, I hit her… he thought, nauseated.
The door slammed, and he was alone in the carriage.
With no one to see, and no one to suspect what had happened to him, Malfoy\'s potion released back to him control over his tears. As the magical carriages started to life, Harry leaned his cheek against the cold metal floor and wept.
TBC