Home Wrecker

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Title: Home Wrecker
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Part Four
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: 15-Oct-05
Key words: M/M Violence, language, mentions of rape and torture, ANGST, Mpreg. Slash

Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Jadzia, and she does excellent work


CHAPTER 4

Draco sighed again and snuggled again, trying to get comfortable once more. Harry was a comfortable pillow and he was soon drifting off to sleep in the haven of his lover’s arms. Harry tried to relax his muscles to let his blond have some much needed rest. He knew this wasn’t the whole story and the worst was yet to come. Draco would need his own strength and Harry’s to get through this and he’d make sure it was there. The Gryffindor nodded in a light doze, trying to gather his own strength to help Draco when the time came.

Draco woke to the gentle puffs against the back of his ear and his hair fluttering. Harry was on the border of snoring and it tickled. The blond moved his head as far as possible before calling out. “Oscar” The little house elf appeared and began bowing. Draco held up his hand and just above a whisper spoke to the house elf. “Oscar, please bring Harry his favorite snack and I’d simply love to have some hot tea and a piece of Honeyduke’s chocolates if there are any here in the house. I’d also like to have a small piece of pumpkin tart if there are any. Don’t go to any trouble if there’s not. Thanks Oscar.”

The tiny elf popped out and was back before Draco could unwrap Harry from around him. He tried to ease off the bed. “Oscar, watch for me. If I have problems, get Master Harry for me. I need to use the loo.” Draco took his time and made it there and back. Harry was just starting to wake and was frantic when he realized Draco was gone. Had it all been a dream again?

“Harry, calm down. I’m still here.” Draco’s voice was getting stronger. He eased on the bed and signaled for Oscar who placed the tray on the bed and popped out. The blond started offering Harry what the house elf had brought that wasn’t requested by him. Harry took a bite and chewed. Draco began sipping his tea and nibbling at his tart. Neither said anything while they ate. Finally they were done and Harry set the tray in the floor, moved off the bed and headed for the loo. Draco followed, surprising Harry. They finished and walked back to the bed, Harry’s arm supportively around Draco waist. He crawled up on the huge bed and pulled Draco over to him, wrapping himself around the blond again.

“Want to start the next part? I know this is the really difficult part for you. I won’t push you but I’m here to hold on to. Just knowing what I do makes me love you even more. To suffer through that and being pregnant with my child. Some things I will never forgive. Those two Weasleys have crossed the line, but that’s for later. This is your tale to tell now.” Harry turned Draco’s face and kissed him gently, a feather light kiss on the lips.

It was the first kiss in five years that actually moved Draco. Wrapping his arm back and around Harry’s neck, he pulled him in closer so their lips were firmly sealed to each other. The blond broke the kiss and sighed as if that was better than any medicine Poppy or Snape could have given him. To him, it was the best medicine.

Girding his loins and gathering his courage, he began to speak again. “I found out exactly what Pansy had done after that. She, my supposed friend, had sold me into what Muggles call white slavery, only in the Wizarding World. I didn’t think that existed here. She basically whored me out to the highest bidder without a care for what happened to me.” He stopped to shake his head at the thoughts of the deceit of a “friend”, both his friend and Harry’s friend. They would pay for their deceit or he wasn’t a Slytherin.

He started this part of his story. It wasn’t the worst part, that was yet to come. He felt Harry tense as if knowing it was going downhill from here out, but he pushed on with the tale. “The Captain took delight in telling me too. He said I’d bring an even bigger purse since I was a confirmed breeder. He made sure that my magic was not usable by me, but still there for our baby’s development.” The blond had to stop again.

Harry sat in stunned silence with his arms wrapped tighter around the blond. His mind was whirling with the news that he had a child now. He had been deprived of the child, Draco had been deprived of the child and he didn’t know where the child was now. He vowed he would know soon enough though and bring them all back together. They needed him. Kissing the man in his arms once more, he urged him on. When the former Slytherin began, Harry thought he was better prepared for what was to come. He was wrong.

“What the bastard told me was basically that I was the new toy on the ship but not to worry, it was only him and eight others until they reached port where I’d be sold to the highest bidder. For five years, Harry, I have been beaten and raped. Oh, they tried to make me “enjoy” it. They used potions, toys, devices you can’t imagine, empty promises of seeing my baby, anything to get me to participate.”

Draco stopped as Harry’s breathing got heavier. The raven-haired man wouldn’t stand for that treatment and was furious because at the moment he couldn’t avenge his lover or their child. Draco stroked his arms and placed a gentle kiss on Harry’s cheek this time.
“Harry, remain calm for me or I’ll never get through this part. I need your strength, so just hold me please?” The only thing the supportive lover could do was wrap his body around Draco’s and hold on for dear life. He felt like he was drowning in agony and couldn’t imagine how Draco even made it through. Finally Draco drew courage from the core of his being and started.

“I laid there and as they did what they wanted to my body, my heart and mind remembered you; your gentle touches, the kisses that would soothe me or drive me wild, the love in your eyes. My body wouldn’t respond to them so they finally just gave up trying to make it “nice” and just used me to fulfill their kinky needs. It wasn’t too bad at first, after the ship. I had one “master” who tried to be kind and gentle wanting to make sure I enjoyed it and took care not to injure the baby. He figured that would be an extra to add to his coffers when he sold it. When I finally went into labor, they called for some help and I got a butcher.” He stopped talking and began shaking again, leaning into Harry even harder.

“The scars are from where they cut our daughter from me. She was a beauty Harry, with my blond hair and your beautiful green eyes. The butcher did his job, stitched me up and the “master” let me keep her for almost two months. I got to hold her, feed her and take care of her. I was almost to the point of accepting him if he would let me keep her. In a fit one night he came in to my room with another woman and two guards. They picked Jocelyn up and started to take her out. I asked what was going on. He backhanded me and said enough was enough, if I wanted to see my daughter again, then I had to come to him willingly, the longer I put it off the longer I wouldn’t see her. It was killing me, slowly.”

Draco stopped talking as the tears and sobbing were wrenched from his body at these memories. It was so much harder than he thought it would be, even with Harry holding him. “I had been nursing her and he wouldn’t let me even pump them for her. Oh no, he had a much better use. The sick fucker drank for himself and then let his friends enjoy me when I wasn’t responding to him. I’ve had two more children since Jocelyn and don’t even know what they were. The same butcher came and cut each one from me.” His tears and leaking nose closed his throat and he was forced to stop speaking.

Harry leaned over and grabbed the tissues, handing a wad to Draco and using a wad for himself. Someone had a lot to answer for. He had a lot of retribution to repay with interest. Finally, the brunet had wiped himself dry and turned to dab at Draco’s eyes and nose with more tissues.

The blond was finally able to speak again and the first thing to come from his mouth was enough to bring a small chuckle to both of them, even in all this misery. “May the fathers all develop swollen balls that burst. I’m not even sure I want to know the children even if they are innocent in the mess. I want them, but I’m scared when I see them I would remember the fathers and the nightmares would begin all again. I don’t want to resent my children Harry, I don’t want you to resent them, but I would like to at least find them to know they are okay and not mistreated.” Draco stopped talking and just lay there, mentally and physically exhausted. Harry sensed this and summoned a drink for him and helped him.

Harry could feel the pain radiating off of Draco, the anger rolling over him in hot sharp waves. Someday soon the Boy Who Lived would deal with this. He knew vengeance was his and the law wouldn’t stop him. He began making his plans for when Draco was stronger and could help him, but first he had something to tell his lover that he hoped would at least bring a smile to his face. Harry tried to clear his throat to talk. It was still a little clogged from the tears but he forced it.

“Draco, I told you what I did to Ron’s mind. I didn’t tell you the rest of it. I went and got another wand. I finally caught the two alone one night partying at home and having a good time. I stopped by, seemingly by chance. I’d been watching and waiting for this opportunity. I waited until they passed out before I spelled them. Now, every time he gets horny, and it doesn’t matter where or from what, his body produces this tight, curly flaming red hair that covers his entire body, and I mean entire body. Pansy refuses to touch him until he waxes it all off the Muggle way.” Harry had to stop and snicker at his own audacity. Sometimes, evil was fun and good.

Stroking the curve of Draco’s ear with a slow finger, he began again. “If she tries to touch him or help him, whatever part of her body she touches him with grows the hair too. You should have seen it the first time it happened, to see her with a red mustache and beard was hysterical. The added bonus is that each time they wax, it comes back in thicker for the next time. If he doesn’t wax it off and they don’t have sex, it stays like that for almost a month. Harry stopped talking and was shaking with mirth. He could feel the blond in front of him, a small chuckle followed by a small wheeze. He’d have to call Madam Pomfrey for Draco. She would still help them.

Harry shifted on the bed and pulled Draco down so the blond was draped over his chest. Harry smiled, he could hold Draco this way, listen to him, feel him. His nightmare was over and his dreams were finally coming true. Again. He embarked on his tale once more.
“Word got around and not even the hard-ups in Knockturn Alley will do him. If everything goes according to plan, they’ll never have sex again and we both know how demanding they both are in that department. The loophole is the funniest part though.” Harry broke out laughing hard enough to bounce the blond on his chest.

“Every time he gets it all waxed, by the end, he’s in so much pain “little Ron” can’t be tempted to rise for a bit and when it does, the hair comes back in and it starts all over again. I have seen Pansy wearing gloves a couple of times and long dresses under her longer robes. In fact, there are times we don’t see her for a month at a time either.” Harry stopped speaking and felt the Slytherin snickering. Both began laughing until healing tears were running down both faces.

Cleaning them up one more time, Harry felt better than he had in five years. Taking care of Draco’s delicate condition, Harry intoned, “Let’s rest, love. We both need it and we can talk and plan more later.” Harry eased them both down and felt his abused lover drift into sleep. He laid there watching him, in wonder that he’d survived so much. There would be retribution for the mishandling of Draco, but first he had to get him healed and strong enough to face what they would be doing. Harry would find all of “their” children. He realized he didn’t care who the other fathers were, they would be Draco’s and that was enough for him to love them too.

Harry let himself fall into a light sleep, aware of every sound, move, sigh; everything that was Draco. He was home, that’s what mattered most at the moment. Draco had come home to him; he felt whole again. He would make sure Draco was completely healed, he would find their children, and their family would heal. Harry would make sure of that.