Sins

A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter four, there might be a bit of a wait between four and five just because I am going camping next week and I don't know when I'll have an internet connection to post the next chapter. But I will try my hardest to make sure that it gets posted next week.

Warnings: This chapter contains a lot of angst, as well as lieing and Draco baiting. There is no sex in this chapter however. It's one of the few that's clean.

*** Beta'd by SoftObsidian74 ***

4. Sins denied

Draco woke slowly, his body aching. He had hoped it was a nightmare, that it had all been some sick joke. Shifting in bed, he heard the rustle of paper on his pillow. Fingering the folded scrap of parchment, he paused before slowly opening it to read the elegant script.

‘Don’t go ratting about what happened ferret. It wont work out well for you.’

It was from Granger; he could tell. Growling, he crushed the paper in his fist and sat up. Pain shot through him, lifting the sheets, he looked down at himself. The marks had been healed, but his manhood and jewel sack had swollen so large that it hurt to move.

Mumbling curses, he lay back down in bed. “No Mudblood…this little tryst of ours is not going to work out for you,” he snarled. “Zabini!”

The dark skinned boy looked up from gathering his books. “You still in bed mate? You’ll be late for class at this rate.”

“I don’t plan on moving from this bed until I talk to Professor Snape. Go fetch him for me.” Draco said, trying to act calm and relaxed.

The other boy shrugged and left the room, giving Draco a moment to dwell on the pain in his groin.

“What is the meaning of this, Malfoy?” Professor Snape droned in annoyance as he entered the boy’s dormitories.

“Professor… Severus, I need to talk to you. I…” Faced with revealing what had happened to him, Draco felt a faint blush of embarrassment spread across his cheeks. “I snuck out after curfew and was assaulted by Potter and his friends.”

“What do you mean assaulted?”

Draco clenched his jaw. “I was jumped beaten and raped,” he said through his teeth. “And that little Mudblood bitch cast some kind of curse on me.”

“I see,” Snape responded curtly. “I will inform Dumbledore immediately.”

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Hermione watched as Professor McGonagall searched through her belongings. “Professor, if you tell me what you are looking for, perhaps I can help you,” she offered.

The older woman looked up at her, her thin lips drawn in a frown. “I’m afraid, my dear, that you and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley have been accused of some rather nasty behavior. Professor Dumbledore asked me to check the validity of the accusations Mr. Malfoy has leveled against you three.”

“What is Malfoy accusing us of?” Hermione asked in shock.

McGonagall sighed. “He claims that you and Mr. Potter raped him and that Mr. Weasley beat him severely with Muggle weapons.”

Hermione paled, and then turned slightly green. “Oh Merlin! How… how could he say something so vile?”

She sat down on her bed with a thud looking as if she was close to fainting. “I mean… I-I’m with Ron, and I love him, and why? Why would I… how could he think that anyone would believe I was capable of… of that!?”

The teacher sighed and patted the brunette on the shoulder. “I don’t know child, but we haven’t found anything to support his accusations. We have already spoken to the other two and searched their belongings. Mr. Malfoy is also being checked over by Madam Pomfrey to see if there is any validity to his story at all.”

“If he was hurt then the people that did it need to be found. But I can’t believe Malfoy would accuse Harry, Ron or myself of something like that! I just…” Hermione trailed off, looking rather perplexed as she absorbed the information.

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“There is no indication at all that Mr. Malfoy has suffered any sort of beating in the last month,” Madam Pomfrey spoke quietly to Dumbledore, but not so that Draco could not hear what was being said.

“And are there any signs of a curse in affect?” the old wizard asked, eyeing the young man who sat rather uncomfortably in one of the beds.

“None. There is no magical signature on him. He does seem to have a case of blue balls, but that is common among boys at his age.”

“I see.” Stroking his long white beard, he walked over to where Draco stood and smiled sadly at the boy. “Madam Pomfrey has found that there is nothing wrong with you. Is there anything else you wish to tell me Mr. Malfoy?”

“I told you everything!” Draco growled, feeling his insides knot. “They lured me up to the Astronomy Tower, Weasley beat the crap out of me, and then Potter shagged me while Granger sucked me off. Only she cursed me so I couldn’t get off on it!”

The looks on the faces of those around him told him that they didn’t believe him. They had already pawned it off on Draco’s desire to get the Golden Trio into trouble. He should have known better, there would be no help for him. He would have to get revenge by himself. But fear ate at his convictions. He wasn’t sure he would be able to fight them off if they went after him again. He would just have to stay in large groups, never wandering the halls alone.

“Fine, whatever!” he snarled, standing slowly. “Believe what you want. I’m late for class.”

Walking down the long corridors of the castle, he was assaulted with hordes of students that moved and strode around him. He didn’t care that he was pushing through groups, and glaring daggers at anyone who dared make a comment to him. He was angry, and afraid, and he didn’t like being afraid.

“Bad move, Ferret,” he heard a deep voice grumble near his ear.

“You thought it was bad before,” said another deep voice.

“I warned you not to say anything.” The final voice was female.

Draco whirled around to see the three standing a few feet from him. Weasley was cursing, his wand gripped tightly on his hand. The other two were holding him back, as if trying to calm him. Finally Draco snapped. “Just do it Weasel! Finish me off. Come on, I dare you!” he said, holding his arms out to the side.

“He’s not worth it Ron. Come on, lets just get to class,” Hermione pleaded, tugging on the redhead’s arm.

“What’s the matter Mudblood? Scared if he drops me dead, you’ll never get to fuck me again? I know you thought I was good but…” the blond goaded.

The bigger boy tore free of his friends. “You son of a--”

“Mr. Malfoy!” The irritated snap of Professor McGonagall brought the confrontation to a screeching halt. “Fifty points from Slytherin. Such behavior shall not be tolerated in this school, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco nodded and heaved a large sigh, daring to glance back at the three. They were smiling at him, dark menacing grins that no one else seemed to notice. The entire thing had been staged, he realized as he felt a new wave of bitterness bite into him. It had all been for show, to prove that he had lied, and he had walked right into it.

As he took his seat in class, he was jerked from his thoughts when he saw a note sitting on his desk. Slowly, with trembling hands, he opened the folded parchment and read the neatly written letters.

‘You’ll be staying at the school over Christmas, or else.’ The words faded into nothing as Draco read them, his throat went dry and he felt physically ill. He didn’t want to remain in the school with the three of them, but the warning at the end made his stomach knot. They were capable of more than he had ever imagined and he wasn’t sure he wanted to incur any more of their wrath.

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