Bound by Hatred
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,553
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.
Back at a Changed Hogwarts
BACK AT A CHANGED HOGWARTS
He awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache. It wasn\'t until he tried to sit up that a stab of wretched pain reminded him of what had happened, and it took all of Harry\'s self-control to choke off the tears that wanted to return, the screams that wanted to rip from his throat.
Malfoy had raped him. Raped him.
Oh God…
He wasn\'t at potions class in the morning. He spent it heaving into the toilet, or trying to. None of his roommates had spoken to him as he\'d pulled on what he could of his clothes. Ron had sent him a look of deepest disgust and scorn as the redhead slipped out the room for breakfast, one that made Harry\'s skin crawl for a long moment.
In between his dry-heaves over the toilet, paranoid thoughts flashed through Harry\'s head that Ron knew. That Ron somehow knew what had happened with Draco, and thought Harry deserved it.
He practically threw himself back over the bowl as his stomach attempted to empty itself again.
When he finally dragged himself from the bathroom, painfully pulling on clothes over his aching form, Harry felt absolutely wretched and disgusting. He\'d attempted to shower, scrubbing his skin first with the soap, and then with his fingernails, until it was bright red, but nothing had removed Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy from his thoughts and his skin.
He had to tell Dumbledore. McGonagall. Anyone!
But as soon as he emerged from his dorm, into the too bright corridor, he felt a wave of horrible sickness that instantly seemed to clamp around his throat and halt his steps.
Tell someone--
That would harm Draco Malfoy.
Get help--
That would HARM Draco Malfoy!!!
The thought was alien, entirely foreign from his brain. He wanted to HARM Draco, hurt him, hurt him like he\'d been hurt, make him PAY, but it stopped him. Something stopped him.
He almost broke into tears again, unable to fight some strange, foreign, internal force constricting his actions, preventing him from telling, from rescuing himself, from ridding himself of Malfoy, but it occurred to him---
If someone sees me crying, they\'ll ask questions, find answers, and that will HARM Draco!--
And suddenly he couldn\'t cry. He was in a public place.
Harry began trembling, from head to foot, terrified. What was happening to him? That potion-- the potion Draco had fed him--
\"You won\'t be able to tell them, you won\'t be able to fight me. This potion inhibits that.\"
Oh no.
\"I can fuck you anytime I want now, Potter, and you\'ll take it like a slut. This means you belong to me!\"
No no no!
He couldn’t tell anyone; he couldn\'t DO ANYTHING.
\"And Potter-- rest assured, I\'ll be seeing you soon.\"
NO NO NO
He walked half in a daze to the Great Hall. It was lunchtime. Malfoy would be there. It was lunch.
Harry\'s heart thumped furiously in his ears as he lingered just inside the doorway, his blood freezing at the sight of Malfoy\'s platinum blonde head.
I have to KILL him… Harry realized suddenly. I have to kill him, or he\'ll do it again. I can\'t tell anyone, it won\'t let me…
\"Aveda Kedavra!\"
\"Crucio!\"
\"Reducto!\"
\"Rictusempra!\"
It didn\'t matter. Harry lowered his wand, his body trembling harder. The spells, any spell, no matter how minor, died on his lips and on his wand before he could issue them. Anything with harmful intent simply vanished if he aimed it at Malfoy.
Harry wanted to scream.
If he started screaming, he\'d never stop. Insanity somehow seemed very appealing right now, anything to escape the implications of what Malfoy had done to him last night, at what Malfoy could do again.
And his entire being went cold when he suddenly pound a pair of icy, gray eyes on him, a smile of dark promise curling across the pale blonde\'s lips.
Malfoy saw him.
The blonde met Harry\'s eyes soundlessly for a long moment across the great hall, as the green-eyed boy stared at him in numb horror.
In a slow, deliberate movement, Malfoy licked some sauce from his finger, sucking it into his mouth.
\"Next time you\'ll slurp my cum down. Every last drop of it.\"
The words came back to Harry, and he realized with a feeling like a boulder had dropped in his stomach that Malfoy was thinking of them, too.
He didn\'t know if he was going to be sick, or if he was going to scream.
Harry did the only thing he could do; he turned around and ran.
He could almost feel Malfoy\'s laughter, throbbing like daggers through his body. And he could still feel those gray eyes, fixed on him in dark promise.
TBC
He awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache. It wasn\'t until he tried to sit up that a stab of wretched pain reminded him of what had happened, and it took all of Harry\'s self-control to choke off the tears that wanted to return, the screams that wanted to rip from his throat.
Malfoy had raped him. Raped him.
Oh God…
He wasn\'t at potions class in the morning. He spent it heaving into the toilet, or trying to. None of his roommates had spoken to him as he\'d pulled on what he could of his clothes. Ron had sent him a look of deepest disgust and scorn as the redhead slipped out the room for breakfast, one that made Harry\'s skin crawl for a long moment.
In between his dry-heaves over the toilet, paranoid thoughts flashed through Harry\'s head that Ron knew. That Ron somehow knew what had happened with Draco, and thought Harry deserved it.
He practically threw himself back over the bowl as his stomach attempted to empty itself again.
When he finally dragged himself from the bathroom, painfully pulling on clothes over his aching form, Harry felt absolutely wretched and disgusting. He\'d attempted to shower, scrubbing his skin first with the soap, and then with his fingernails, until it was bright red, but nothing had removed Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy from his thoughts and his skin.
He had to tell Dumbledore. McGonagall. Anyone!
But as soon as he emerged from his dorm, into the too bright corridor, he felt a wave of horrible sickness that instantly seemed to clamp around his throat and halt his steps.
Tell someone--
That would harm Draco Malfoy.
Get help--
That would HARM Draco Malfoy!!!
The thought was alien, entirely foreign from his brain. He wanted to HARM Draco, hurt him, hurt him like he\'d been hurt, make him PAY, but it stopped him. Something stopped him.
He almost broke into tears again, unable to fight some strange, foreign, internal force constricting his actions, preventing him from telling, from rescuing himself, from ridding himself of Malfoy, but it occurred to him---
If someone sees me crying, they\'ll ask questions, find answers, and that will HARM Draco!--
And suddenly he couldn\'t cry. He was in a public place.
Harry began trembling, from head to foot, terrified. What was happening to him? That potion-- the potion Draco had fed him--
\"You won\'t be able to tell them, you won\'t be able to fight me. This potion inhibits that.\"
Oh no.
\"I can fuck you anytime I want now, Potter, and you\'ll take it like a slut. This means you belong to me!\"
No no no!
He couldn’t tell anyone; he couldn\'t DO ANYTHING.
\"And Potter-- rest assured, I\'ll be seeing you soon.\"
NO NO NO
He walked half in a daze to the Great Hall. It was lunchtime. Malfoy would be there. It was lunch.
Harry\'s heart thumped furiously in his ears as he lingered just inside the doorway, his blood freezing at the sight of Malfoy\'s platinum blonde head.
I have to KILL him… Harry realized suddenly. I have to kill him, or he\'ll do it again. I can\'t tell anyone, it won\'t let me…
\"Aveda Kedavra!\"
\"Crucio!\"
\"Reducto!\"
\"Rictusempra!\"
It didn\'t matter. Harry lowered his wand, his body trembling harder. The spells, any spell, no matter how minor, died on his lips and on his wand before he could issue them. Anything with harmful intent simply vanished if he aimed it at Malfoy.
Harry wanted to scream.
If he started screaming, he\'d never stop. Insanity somehow seemed very appealing right now, anything to escape the implications of what Malfoy had done to him last night, at what Malfoy could do again.
And his entire being went cold when he suddenly pound a pair of icy, gray eyes on him, a smile of dark promise curling across the pale blonde\'s lips.
Malfoy saw him.
The blonde met Harry\'s eyes soundlessly for a long moment across the great hall, as the green-eyed boy stared at him in numb horror.
In a slow, deliberate movement, Malfoy licked some sauce from his finger, sucking it into his mouth.
\"Next time you\'ll slurp my cum down. Every last drop of it.\"
The words came back to Harry, and he realized with a feeling like a boulder had dropped in his stomach that Malfoy was thinking of them, too.
He didn\'t know if he was going to be sick, or if he was going to scream.
Harry did the only thing he could do; he turned around and ran.
He could almost feel Malfoy\'s laughter, throbbing like daggers through his body. And he could still feel those gray eyes, fixed on him in dark promise.
TBC