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Oh, No You Didn't
8th, June 2007 - NEW BETA Skitzophrenic17 - YAY I apologize for the lack of updates, but, I've been trying to find a reliable beta, hopefully things will move along now.
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~Chapter Four: Oh, No You Didn’t~
Draco rose from the floor, preparing to leave, when he heard the click of the locks being, unmistakably, unlocked. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘at least I can leave without Harry hearing me Apparate.’ Quietly, Draco moved toward the door. Glancing back at Harry, he could not help but notice a depressing look of resignation on his rival’s face. Draco chose to ignore it. ‘Screw it,’ he said to him self. ‘If Harry doesn’t care enough to help him self, then fuck him.’ Draco would not get involved, or so he thought…
The door swung open, and a very large man strode into the room, while the rotund, blonde boy Draco had seen through the window earlier blocked the door, smiling as if it was Christmas morning. ‘Great,’ Draco thought. His way out was now firmly obstructed. He had no choice but to wait.
Draco vaguely listened to the fat man as he reprimanded Harry unfairly. But, when the man told Harry to turn over onto his back, Draco’s head snapped up, alert now to everything in the room. He felt his blood turn to ice.
‘Oh, no, he didn’t…’ his brain screamed. ‘Oh, no, he wouldn’t dare…’
Despite the rumours circulating Hogwarts about Draco’s preferred extracurricular activities, he had never actually seen a look of pure terror before. He was sure, though, that what he saw now, on Harry’s face, was as close as he wished to ever come. Draco had a sudden, overwhelming desire to grab Harry and run. He watched in absolute horror as the boy mechanically did as he was told. Draco wanted to scream at Harry, shake him, yell at him to do something, anything, to help himself. But all he could do was watch.
The fat man removed his belt and approached the bed, a wicked grin on his face as the blobby boy laughed from the doorway. Draco’s eyes went from the fat man to the small, thin boy laying face up on the bed…
He could not watch this…
He would not watch this…
But he couldn’t move. The fat man raised the leather belt above his head and Draco stared in fascinated horror as it sliced back down through the air with a whistling noise, striking Harry across his bony chest. Harry’s eyes followed the belt as it came towards him, Draco could tell the boy was holding his breath, waiting for the pain. As the strap struck, Harry screamed…
Draco watched, as again and again, the strap sliced Harry’s skin. Angry welts forming across his chest and stomach, each downward arc, followed by an agonizing scream. Draco’s eyes moved from one face to the next; the blobby boy, smirking and laughing, the fat man, smiling and calling Harry foul names and then there was Harry, terrified, whimpering, crying Harry.
And then it was too much.
“ENOUGH!” Draco shouted.
The fat man stopped. An eerie stillness settled over the room. The only sounds were the moans and sobs from a semi-conscious Harry. The blob and the fat man looked around the room, fear in their eyes. Draco realised he had spoken out loud; he also saw that the two Dursleys were afraid. It took him a mere second to make his decision….
“You strike that boy again, and I will kill you,” Draco hissed from beneath the invisibility cloak.
“Who – who’s there?” Vernon raged. “Show your self!” he demanded as he spun in a circle, looking for the owner of the voice.
“Strike that boy again, and I will kill you,” Draco hissed again as he moved toward the desk.
Vernon’s eyes narrowed. “This is a trick!” he shouted, turning back toward his victim. “You’re playing a trick on me freak! HOW DARE YOU!” He raised his hand to strike Harry again.
Draco picked up the desk-chair and threw it across the room; he then started shaking the desk, moaning loudly.
Vernon froze mid-strike.
“I WILL KILL YOU!” Draco wailed, shoving the flimsy desk away from the wall, toward the fat man. “KILL YOU!” Draco cackled again, this time reaching out and grabbing the belt from the brutal man.
Vernon screamed in terror and Dudley squealed like a pig. They both ran from the room as if they were on fire. Draco chased after, slamming the door violently behind them, cackling like a mad man the entire time.
“Muggles,” he said aloud, a small smile playing across his mouth, “foolish Muggles.” Draco stood for a moment, enjoying his little game of ghost until a soft moan from across the room brought him back to reality…
Draco threw off his cloak. He picked up the chair and jammed it under the door knob. Then he moved toward the battered boy, still lying on the bed…
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~Chapter Four: Oh, No You Didn’t~
Draco rose from the floor, preparing to leave, when he heard the click of the locks being, unmistakably, unlocked. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘at least I can leave without Harry hearing me Apparate.’ Quietly, Draco moved toward the door. Glancing back at Harry, he could not help but notice a depressing look of resignation on his rival’s face. Draco chose to ignore it. ‘Screw it,’ he said to him self. ‘If Harry doesn’t care enough to help him self, then fuck him.’ Draco would not get involved, or so he thought…
The door swung open, and a very large man strode into the room, while the rotund, blonde boy Draco had seen through the window earlier blocked the door, smiling as if it was Christmas morning. ‘Great,’ Draco thought. His way out was now firmly obstructed. He had no choice but to wait.
Draco vaguely listened to the fat man as he reprimanded Harry unfairly. But, when the man told Harry to turn over onto his back, Draco’s head snapped up, alert now to everything in the room. He felt his blood turn to ice.
‘Oh, no, he didn’t…’ his brain screamed. ‘Oh, no, he wouldn’t dare…’
Despite the rumours circulating Hogwarts about Draco’s preferred extracurricular activities, he had never actually seen a look of pure terror before. He was sure, though, that what he saw now, on Harry’s face, was as close as he wished to ever come. Draco had a sudden, overwhelming desire to grab Harry and run. He watched in absolute horror as the boy mechanically did as he was told. Draco wanted to scream at Harry, shake him, yell at him to do something, anything, to help himself. But all he could do was watch.
The fat man removed his belt and approached the bed, a wicked grin on his face as the blobby boy laughed from the doorway. Draco’s eyes went from the fat man to the small, thin boy laying face up on the bed…
He could not watch this…
He would not watch this…
But he couldn’t move. The fat man raised the leather belt above his head and Draco stared in fascinated horror as it sliced back down through the air with a whistling noise, striking Harry across his bony chest. Harry’s eyes followed the belt as it came towards him, Draco could tell the boy was holding his breath, waiting for the pain. As the strap struck, Harry screamed…
Draco watched, as again and again, the strap sliced Harry’s skin. Angry welts forming across his chest and stomach, each downward arc, followed by an agonizing scream. Draco’s eyes moved from one face to the next; the blobby boy, smirking and laughing, the fat man, smiling and calling Harry foul names and then there was Harry, terrified, whimpering, crying Harry.
And then it was too much.
“ENOUGH!” Draco shouted.
The fat man stopped. An eerie stillness settled over the room. The only sounds were the moans and sobs from a semi-conscious Harry. The blob and the fat man looked around the room, fear in their eyes. Draco realised he had spoken out loud; he also saw that the two Dursleys were afraid. It took him a mere second to make his decision….
“You strike that boy again, and I will kill you,” Draco hissed from beneath the invisibility cloak.
“Who – who’s there?” Vernon raged. “Show your self!” he demanded as he spun in a circle, looking for the owner of the voice.
“Strike that boy again, and I will kill you,” Draco hissed again as he moved toward the desk.
Vernon’s eyes narrowed. “This is a trick!” he shouted, turning back toward his victim. “You’re playing a trick on me freak! HOW DARE YOU!” He raised his hand to strike Harry again.
Draco picked up the desk-chair and threw it across the room; he then started shaking the desk, moaning loudly.
Vernon froze mid-strike.
“I WILL KILL YOU!” Draco wailed, shoving the flimsy desk away from the wall, toward the fat man. “KILL YOU!” Draco cackled again, this time reaching out and grabbing the belt from the brutal man.
Vernon screamed in terror and Dudley squealed like a pig. They both ran from the room as if they were on fire. Draco chased after, slamming the door violently behind them, cackling like a mad man the entire time.
“Muggles,” he said aloud, a small smile playing across his mouth, “foolish Muggles.” Draco stood for a moment, enjoying his little game of ghost until a soft moan from across the room brought him back to reality…
Draco threw off his cloak. He picked up the chair and jammed it under the door knob. Then he moved toward the battered boy, still lying on the bed…