Tattered Souls

AN: Sorry it’s taking so long for me to give you all chapters. It wasn’t my intention for this to be a slow moving fiction. ^^ I’ll try and pick up the pace for your benefits. In any case, this chapter kind of killed my soul to write, so expect it to be a bit on the dark side, but I did warn you in the prologue, right? I think it mainly killed me because it’s so short. –sigh-



WeaslyWench: I like the way the name William rolls off my tongue. It also means Strong-willed warrior. Perhaps it will come into play later? –shrugs-











“Harry Potter?” Malfoy asked, quirking his brow as a childish sneer made its way onto his features. “Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts? Brilliant.”



“Malfoy, you know what that means, right?” Pansy asked, running her fingers through her hair.



Shrugging, he took to looking out of the window. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to talk to the boy, even if it was intriguing. His father had told him to merely observe. Making friends would be useless considering the fact that he would be dead soon anyway. Why make friends with a walking corpse? “I get it. But he’d be bloody stupid to get on my bad side. I want something from the trolley.” Getting up, he left his posse in the compartment to bicker about the rumors.



Spotting the trolley, he began to stride down the train corridor when he saw the head of one, Harry Potter, peeking out to have his fill of the treats. Who could mistake that horribly messy hair and filthy scar to be anything but Harry Potter? He wanted to propel himself forward, have a go, and then get a chocolate frog, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the stupid light in the other’s eyes as he took handfuls of the sweets. Perhaps it was the way he was ignorantly throwing galleons into the trolley maid’s hands. Whatever it was, it made Draco want to talk to him more.



The blonde slid back into his compartment and ignored the questioning looks from his mates. “I changed my mind,” he said simply, daring any of them to raise question. Quickly getting the hint, they all dropped the subject. It wasn’t as if it were important. It seemed like forever before they reached the castle. Malfoy had taken care to watch Potter from afar until there was a good chance to approach him. The time seemed to arrive at last when they were waiting to enter the Great Hall. Stepping forward and placing himself on the line, he had extended a hand in friendship. Although he had made sure to remain indifferent, something in him screamed to be accepted.



Waking with a jolt, Malfoy rubbed his arm. The damn bruises were getting tender and even touching them in his sleep seemed to cause pain. Almost as quickly as he had sat up, he had forgotten what he was dreaming, but it left him with a sense of vulnerability and uneasiness. As if to shrug the feeling off, he made his way into the bathroom and stripped down, bound and determined to have a nice hot bath.



As he waited for the tub to fill, he began to look through the various cabinets around the large bathroom. He was thrilled to find lavender bath salts under the sink and poured a generous amount into the steaming tub. Easing himself into the heat, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. It was too perfect here. He was treated as if he was the queen and William was his king. William. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. “What was that about?”



Malfoy laid his back to rest on the marble edge of the tub and began to finally wonder what it all meant. At first, he had thought he was back in a magical home. The air when he first arrived was just tingling with magic, but his room felt different. Void, even. It was hard for the blond to imagine that was even in the same house. With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that he missed home, and the surroundings might have sparked those feelings within him. He would never be returning to the wizarding world.



Now his major concern was this William fellow. Why was he being so generous as to give Draco his own room, feed him three meals a day, and kiss him in the most longing and loving way possible? Reaching up, he ran his fingers across his lips. “Who is he?” he asked aloud, wondering why everything about their meeting was like living in a dream. It felt as if it had all happened before.



“He is your master,” a deep voice bellowed. Draco turned around to find Darius holding a tray of food and looking positively delighted. He set down the tray on a cabinet and took towards Malfoy. “Well, well. It seems as if I have found myself in a most compromising situation.” Draco shifted uneasily in the tub and made a slight attempt to cover himself. “Now, now. No need to be shy. After all, it’s not like you’re used to hiding anything.”



“You aren’t allowed to touch me.” The blonde’s voice was strong and demanding. Darius should know his place.



“You mean you aren’t allowed to throw yourself at me,” the tall man corrected, unbuttoning his shirt. “But there are no cameras in here, and you gave me a wonderful reason to enter.”



Looking around, Draco tried to find a way out of this situation. He could try and run, but Darius was much larger than him and had already shown that he knew how to handle himself. As he looked around frantically for any sign of escape, he noticed that the door was wide open. In the corner of the room, facing the bathroom was a lovely little camera. So long as Draco fought the best he could maybe he wouldn’t be punished later.



Darius finished undressing and slipped into the bathtub. The slender figure moved to the other side in an attempt to keep him away. “Don’t play games with me and I’ll make sure that William goes easy on you.” A sneer played its way onto his features as Draco trembled. This was not going to end well.



As Darius approached, the blond watched carefully. When the other was just close enough, he snaked by him and tried to crawl out of the tub and run for the door. Before he had a chance to even get a foot out of the water, the stronger of the two had his arm wrapped around the weaker’s waist, trying to hold him still. “I suggest you stop…” he hissed through clenched teeth, holding his fully erect member at Draco’s entrance. The Slytherin tried once more to get away but let out a loud scream as Darius slammed into his arse.



“Now be a good boy and just play along,” Darius cooed, pulling out and slamming back in, completely filling Draco. The blonde screamed again and clawed at the edge of the tub, trying to get any type of leverage to get away. As he tried to compel himself forward, he felt Darius’ fingers dig into his hips as if trying to tear holes through his skin. Before he had a chance to completely gain his footing, he was being pulled back roughly, practically helping Darius along. Suddenly an idea struck him.



Moaning, he leaned into the strong chest behind him, wrapping a hand around Darius’ head. He brought their lips together and begged for the other to dominate the kiss. Their tongues collided and Draco played nice for a few seconds before he bit down harshly, his mouth filling with coppery tasting liquid. As a reflex, Darius pushed the blond away, causing him to stumble over the side of the tub and knock his head against the cold tile floor.



Just before blacking out, he heard the bedroom door slam open and thought he had seen a pair of enraged emerald eyes. The more he tried to focus on the image before him, the more he felt the black from the edges of his vision creep inward, until finally he gave in to the sweet sleep that over took him.



“William, it’s not what you think!” Darius pleaded, as Harry grabbed him by the hair and dragged him from the tub. So the spell on the room at least kept anyone from saying Harry’s name in Malfoy’s presence. The raven haired main didn’t seem to care a lick that he was dragging a naked man down a hallway scattered with maids and servants; even the brunette seemed more occupied at the moment.



Throwing the nude figure into a desk, Harry began to let loose. “Did you think I couldn’t see you? Even Malfoy was smart enough to find the camera that had a direct shot at your every move, and by the way. I might not have cameras in the bathroom, but I sure as hell have a few microphones.” Fuming, he took to pacing back and forth as Darius tried to gain his composure. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Not only could you have killed him by shoving him out of that tub, you could have had me exposed!”



‘What’s the difference, Harry? You said yourself that you want to be the one to break him! Why worry about whether or not he gets to see your face?” Darius screwed up his face in a sort of painful look as he stuck out his tongue and tried to look at it. “It’s still bleeding… that little prat.”



“Can it, Saxton. I don’t want to listen to you whine.”



“Well I don’t want to listen to you running around here like Christmas came early! Gods, Harry, it’s not like he’s an old lover returned or anything!” When Harry didn’t reply but merely looked away, Darius scoffed. “So that’s it, eh? He played with you back in that old castle and now you’re bent on some childish revenge.”



The raven haired man looked back quite exhausted from his temper tantrum. “Listen. It’s none of your bloody business what I want to do with him or the reasoning behind it. You have one last chance to play nice or else I swear I’ll have you in Azkaban faster than you can wish for mummy to help you out of my strangling grip.” Darius lowered his head and knew that he had been defeated. There were reasons why he was no longer a ministry official, and all of those secrets were kept in Harry’s head. Any one of them could be fatal.



“I understand.” Getting up, he made his way to the door before stealing a look at Harry. He looked perplexed and almost as if he was stuck in a deep thought or memory. With a sigh, he left the room and Harry to his muses.



- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Flash Back



“Malfoy, this is the last time.”



“You said that last time, Potter, now get over here before we get caught.”



The two students were creeping through a dark hallway, trying to find the classroom that they used often. It was an abandoned room, only kept up by house elves to keep the dust critters away. They had discovered it one night when they were trying to hide from Filch and were more than ecstatic to find that even Mrs. Norris would go no where near the room.



“There it is!” Harry whispered, pushing open the door and letting Draco enter before him. When they were both inside, the Slytherin cast a series of silencing spells and wards to keep intruders from stumbling upon their little secret. “I don’t want to do this,” Harry began, walking towards a window, his back to his lover.



“Why? Because I made fun of that Weasel prat again?” Draco said, walking up behind Harry and wrapping his arms around his waist. Resting his chin on the shorter male’s shoulder, he sighed. “You know, Harry, we talked about this. Neither one of us wants to be found out, and somehow, I think being nice to the blood traitor would be a little strange.”



“Do you have to talk like that when it’s just the two of us though?” Harry asked, turned around and staring into Draco’s cold blue eyes. “I hate being your toy, Malfoy, and I won’t do it anymore.” Malfoy merely smiled, lowering his head until their foreheads met.



“Mr. Potter. I think you doth protest too much.” With that, he captured the Gryffindor’s mouth in a kiss, which was whole heartedly returned. Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde’s neck as he opened his mouth to allow Draco to dominate the kiss. Within seconds, their tongues were wrestling in a useless match until Harry had had his fun and let the Slytherin completely take over.



Harry gasped as the other turned his attention to the soft skin of his neck. Entangling his fingers in the silver blond hair, he moved his head back to reveal more of that delicate skin. A soft moan filled the air as the two entangled their limbs and found their way onto the floor. The raven haired boy pushed Draco to the floor and began to unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses along the pale exposed skin. The slender body arched at the touch and another sweet moan was released as the constricting fabric was removed from the Slytherin’s throbbing manhood.



“Harry,” he said, almost breathlessly, staring into those gorgeous emerald eyes just before they disappeared under heavy lids. Before he had a chance to adjust to the cool air, Harry’s mouth was already warming him. His tongue darted out across the slit and then wrapped around the head, pulling it into his mouth. Long fingers entwined themselves in raven lockes as Harry kneaded Draco’s inner thighs.



A much deeper moan was released as Harry grabbed Draco’s base and then took in the rest of the length. As his head bobbed back and forth, he moved his hand from the base to the twitching balls beneath. As he fondled the boy, he began to hum and taking in his full length, causing the Slytherin to gasp and nearly cry out. “Oh gods, Harry, I’m going to…” He was forced to end his statement as the other began to suck harder and move faster, causing the blond to spiral into an erotic euphoria.



By the time Draco had recomposed himself, Harry had nuzzled up to his side and gotten comfortable. “Can we stay like this for a bit? I don’t want to face the world just yet.” The Slytherin Prince nodded and rolled over, pleased that Harry had already conjured a blank for the two to share. “And maybe you should pull up your pants,” the boy teased, wrapping his arms around Draco and pulling him close.