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Chapter 42: Courageous
WARNING: Chapter contains graphic violence including rape.
Chapter Number/Total: 42/44
Chapter Title: Courageous
Words: 3559 Words
Harry stood there in shock, and then yelled, "Draco!" as loudly as he could. He had to make sure. He turned and fled the room, nearly falling as he did. "Draco!" he yelled again, setting off the portrait. He ran through the entire house, screaming Draco's name, but he wasn't there.
Slowly it seemed, the feelings of panic and fear had to give way to make room for the terrible rage that Harry felt. He took his wand in his right hand and then reached inside the small box still clutched in his left, removing the bloody ring.
He felt that tug behind his navel and closed his eyes as the Portkey sent him spinning away. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar living room. It was dusty, and dumpy, and looked barely lived in. He tensed, hand on his wand tightening as he slipped the ring into his pocket.
A gruff voice spoke from the next room. "Drop your wand, Potter," the man said, "or we cut something off your boyfriend you might want kept."
Another person with a slightly higher voice chuckled at the comment.
Chills spread throughout Harry's body. His hand tightened on his wand before he very reluctantly let it clatter to the floor. "Draco?" he called, edging toward the room from where the voices had come.
Draco was suspended, spread eagle in chains that hung from the ceiling in what must have once been the dining room. He struggled to speak around the gag in his mouth, trying to tell Harry not to drop his wand, not to come in, to get out! He could see and feel his Uncle Rodolphus holding a knife between his legs while Rabastan stood by the doorway with his wand drawn.
Harry's eyes widened and he made to rush forward, but Rabastan flung out his arm and then pressed his wand to Harry's throat. "So happy you could join us," he said almost loftily.
Blood dripped onto the old wooden floor from numerous cuts the two brothers had already made in Draco's flesh. He tried to yell around the gag and nearly choked, and the chains rattled as he struggled uselessly.
"Maybe we should still cut it off," Rodolphus suggested, grinning as he pressed the knife a little harder against Draco's soft flesh.
"He's apparently got no use for it anyway," said Rabastan with small smirk, watching Harry's face intently. "Shacking up with a man and all."
Harry tried to keep himself from shaking, tried to keep himself from losing his head.
"Seems a fitting punishment for a blood-traitor, don't you think, Potter?" Rodolphus sneered.
"Don't," Harry said, and it was all he could think of to say. His mind was racing as he tried desperately to think of a way out.
Rabastan pressed his wand harder into Harry's skin and backed him against a wall. "Oh, you're telling us?" he accused.
"Is his dick that good, Potter?" Rodolphus asked, rolling his eyes and laughing, apparently finding that funny.
Draco tried to meet Harry's eyes, to let him see how sorry he was that he had got them into this mess.
Harry ignored the words, still trying to think. "What do you want?" he asked, glancing around the room for any means of escape.
Rodolphus ran his other hand up Draco's naked and bloody leg, coating his fingers. He held them up. "Pure-blood traitor," he said. "Such a waste." Then he looked up at his brother. "Bind him."
There was a strange gleam in Rabastan's eyes as he used his wand to tie Harry.
Harry made it as hard for the man as he could, holding his muscles very tense. He wanted to scream for Rodolphus to take his hands off of Draco.
"Not even a real struggle," Rabastan said in a low voice next to Harry's ear. "How disappointing."
"This one struggles plenty," Rodolphus said, grinning. "I suppose his hero isn't such a hero, after all. Tie him to a chair so he can watch us with his boyfriend."
Harry's face transformed into the expression of rage he had been trying to suppress. "No," he growled. "Don't touch him."
Rabastan chuckled again. "I'd like to know what you're going to do about it," he said, taking Harry roughly by the arms to try to force him into a chair, but Harry did struggle this time.
The gleam shown in Rabastan's eyes again before he pointed his wand at Harry. Without a word uttered from the man, Harry was suddenly screaming on the floor, his body writhing. Rabastan watched with a strange and sick hunger.
Draco struggled again, unable to do anything, but equally unable to hold still. At least Rodolphus was no longer holding the blade against his balls.
For his part, Rodolphus laughed, obviously enjoying both men's struggles. "Should we take the gag out so we can hear him scream, too?" he asked his brother.
Rabastan didn't even seem to notice that Rodolphus had spoken to him. He was unrelenting, still watching Harry scream. He flicked his wand after several more moments and then ended the spell. "Yes," he said, apparently having heard his brother after all.
Harry shook in the ropes that bound him, his body still aching as he gasped.
Rodolphus set the knife down and drew his wand, silently casting the spell to remove the gag.
Draco gasped, suddenly breathing easier. He had to swallow several times before he could speak, his tongue felt swollen. "I am the traitor, not him," he said. "You don't need him here."
Rabastan turned almost lazy eyes upon Draco. "You were the bait, my friend," he said. "It wasn't you who," he took a deep breath, "destroyed our Lord." He looked with deep disgust at Harry. "He can watch you die before we kill him as well."
Draco looked down at his lover. He had been in pain and frightened before, but it didn't compare to the terror he felt now. "Harry ..." he said.
"Sweet, isn't it?" Rodolphus laughed. "It makes it so much more fun." He picked up his knife again, admiring the way the blood coated the blade. "I want to make them beg to die."
"Yes," Rabastan agreed quietly, gently nudging Harry's face with his shoe. Then he suddenly drew back and kicked him with considerable might, straight to the gut.
Harry cried out, curling instinctively.
Rabastan sneered down at him. "You will beg by the time we are through," he said in a voice of eerie calm.
Harry could feel the pain in his body, but even worse was the intensified fear he'd felt when Draco had said his name.
Rodolphus flicked his wand, muttering, and the chains lifted Draco's feet, moving so that he was suspended horizontally, facing down toward Harry. "Make sure Potter can't move while we do this," he told his brother.
"Harry, go, please," Draco begged.
Harry looked up at Draco, panting slightly. He shook his head no and spoke as firmly as he could. "Not without you."
Rabastan let out an amused sounding breath through his nose and moved to tie Harry to the chair again. Harry kicked and struggled as best as he could in the ropes.
Despite his efforts, Rabastan got him in the chair. "Don't make me have to put you in a Body-Bind," he said, holding Harry back as he tested the ropes with his hands. "Wouldn't want Draco to miss out on anything you have to say to him."
Grinning, Rodolphus looked at his brother. "Which end you want?" he asked, starting to unfasten his trousers.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to bear looking at Harry now.
Harry eyes widened. "No!" he yelled, struggling so hard it hurt. "Don't! Do anything to me you want – just, no, please not this! Don't do this to him!"
Rabastan's lips twitched. "Let me have his arse," he said, stepping away from Harry.
Harry clenched his teeth so hard that his body shook, and he blinked away tears of terrible fury.
Draco felt a hand grab his hair, yanking his face up and he made the mistake of opening his eyes as Rodolphus held his cock against his lips. "Suck it good or we'll do your boyfriend while you watch," he threatened. Cheeks flushed red, Draco closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
Harry roared, and his skin burned beneath his shirt where the ropes cut into him. He'd never felt this way before. Absolutely mad with anger and hatred.
Rabastan watched Harry from where he stood opposite his brother. He'd pulled his cock out and stroked it with long and gentle movements of his right hand. He laid his left hand on Draco's arse, dipping a finger into the crevice and then sliding it into his entrance. "Yes, he's tight," he said, nodding slowly. He was still looking at Harry as Harry shook violently, tears spilling over. "You're not too rough with him, are you, Potter?"
Draco nearly choked on the cock in his mouth when he felt pain as the other man pushed a finger into him. His body tightened and he tried to breathe through his nose, knowing he had to relax or it would be a lot worse.
Rodolphus laughed, still gripping the blond hair and pushing deeper into Draco's mouth.
Harry wanted to turn his face, to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He felt like doing that would somehow betray Draco, so he stared through his tears at the scene, still pulling at the ropes.
Rabastan slid his finger out and replaced it with his cock, that mad gleam in his eyes again as he pushed in. He wasn't rough exactly. He definitely didn't give enough time for Draco to adjust, but it was easy to tell that he wasn't even getting started yet. He reminded Harry of a snake, almost more than Voldemort himself. He spoke quietly, calmly, and moved the same, before he would strike – quick as lightning.
"Is this how you are with him, Potter?" Rabastan asked, giving long, slow thrusts into Draco's body, one hand on his back. "Does he mew for more?"
Harry could hardly breathe. "I will kill you," he promised in a deadly voice. "I'll bleed you dry."
Rabastan tutted as he moved. "Mew for me, Draco," he said, his lips twitching again.
Draco wasn't mewing. He was making gurgling sounds as Rodolphus repeatedly thrust hard against the back of his throat. He shuddered as he felt Rabastan pushing into him and his hands clenched convulsively as he fought his revulsion.
Rodolphus moaned and gasped. "Fucking sweet mouth," he growled, twisting his fingers in Draco's hair.
Rabastan continued at the same pace, smirking a little at his brother's words. "Shame you never put him to good use," he said softly to Harry. "I suppose I'll have to do it for you."
"No!" Harry choked out, already barely able to take the sounds coming from Draco's throat.
On the next thrust Rabastan slammed inside Draco, making a quiet grunting noise.
Rodolphus moaned then, filling Draco with his come. His brother's thrust had pushed him so far into Draco's mouth that the blond was clearly unable to breathe. Draco thrashed, struggling against both men and the chains.
When he saw that his brother had come, Rabastan reached up and took hold of Draco's hair himself, pulling roughly as he continued to thrust what had to be as hard as he could. "We'll leave you full of our seed on your traitor mother's doorstep," he growled between his teeth.
Draco choked still, spitting out what he could and trying to clear his air passages. It felt like Rabastan was trying to rip him apart. Draco couldn’t help but keep struggling as a part of him realised he was going to die this way.
Rodolphus had stepped back and was watching with a smile on his face. "Yes, we'll show them what we think of the Malfoys now," he added. "That blood traitor bitch. She'll see how clever an idea it was to help Potter when she sets eyes on on her precious baby boy."
Harry was clenching his hands so tightly that he was drawing blood with his nails. They were very lucky he was unable to move.
Rabastan continued on with his brutal treatment of Draco's body, growling with every thrust until Harry could tell he was coming. The man panted harshly through his nose, still managing a last ripping thrust into Draco.
Draco gave up trying to be quiet and was moaning in pain with each thrust. His entire world had narrowed in that moment to the agony he was feeling. Some of the cuts from earlier had reopened and were dripping onto the floor with the sweat of his body.
Rabastan pulled out after another moment and stood back to look down at Draco, apparently pleased. He patted him as if he were a horse that had just performed a trick correctly.
"I'll fucking kill you," Harry told both men, unable to even believe what had just happened in front of him. "I swear it."
Draco sagged in the chains, panting and shuddering. They were right. They would make him beg to die if they kept this up. He couldn't even look up at Harry, shame making his face flush and his stomach churn. He gritted his teeth to keep from vomiting.
"Will you really?" said Rabastan as he still panted slightly, looking over at Harry again. "Get out of those ropes and we'll talk."
"I wonder what it would feel like to fuck someone while they were under Crucio," Rodolphus mused, watching Draco struggle.
Harry was bruised from the ropes by now, but he still pulled against them. "No!" he screamed. "Please don't! Please!" This was all his fault. If Draco died, it would be another death because of him. The worst.
"Wonder no more," said Rabastan lightly, taking his wand and flicking it. He put Draco under the curse for only a few moments, but it was enough. The blond was screaming and writhing in the chains.
Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, new tears of frustration falling. He couldn't get to Draco and he burned with it. He felt ill. He could not let Draco die this way.
When the curse ended, Draco sagged again, nearly passing out this time. "No, no more," he whispered.
Harry let out a sob he couldn't help. "Draco," he moaned.
Rabastan snorted.
Draco had a moment of absolute clarity when he realised that, yes, he would beg to die – except that he couldn't do that to Harry. He knew that when they finished with him, they would start on his lover. The longer he kept the attention on himself, the better chance Harry had of figuring a way out. "Fucking morons," he cursed, voice so hoarse he didn't even know if they understood him.
Harry's eyes widened again. "No, Draco," he said, but Rabastan's face contorted in anger. He slashed his wand through the air and a gash was cut across Draco's side. "Little fucking brat," he spat.
Draco hissed and then lifted his head to look at Rabastan. "If you're the kind of inbred monsters that come from being pure-blood, then we should all fucking die," Draco spat right back.
"How dare you," Rabastan roared, bringing his wand though the air again, this time cutting across Draco's back. Then he cast Crucio, his hand shaking as he held his wand.
Harry screamed for him to stop, his own voice growing hoarse.
Draco's back arched and his body seemed to be doing a kind of wild acrobatics as he twisted in the chains, screaming.
Rodolphus looked stunned by what Draco had said as he watched in fascination while his brother retaliated.
Rabastan jerked his wand back to end the spell, panting again from his effort. "You don't deserve your blood," he hissed.
For several minutes, all Draco could do was hang there, panting, trying to remember things as simple as his name. He had felt the snap in his arms and realised now that they were probably broken. He blinked blood out of his eyes and looked up again. "We should be grateful that dear Aunt Bellatrix was killed before she and Rodolphus here had a chance to spawn," he said coldly.
Rabastan's mouth actually fell open and he stood motionless for a moment, before looking to his brother in disbelief.
Draco's uncle turned purple and launched himself forward. Rodolphus appeared to have forgotten he could use a wand and was beating him with fists instead, howling as he did.
Harry could hardly think as he watched Draco beaten. Rabastan was watching as well, still stunned with what Draco had dared to say. Right then, Harry's brain seemed to start working again. With his heart beating madly, he glanced at their two captors and then closed his eyes. "Accio my wand," he whispered. He nearly sobbed in relief when he felt the wood fly into his hand from the next room.
Draco's body swayed in the air as Rodolphus used him like a punching bag, screaming obscenities as his fists pounded into Draco's flesh.
With the sounds of the chains rattling and the thud of blows to Draco's body as motivation, it took Harry only a moment to free himself, and then he launched out of the chair, flying at Rodolphus. He couldn't remember ever feeling so angry. He sent the man across the room with an Impediment Jinx and then turned to Rabastan, who blinked rapidly in surprise before anger enveloped his features.
Harry tried to Stun him, but was blocked.
Rabastan roared in rage, cursing as he sent a violent orange-coloured spell at Harry, but Harry dove out of the way and the spell missed him by mere centimetres.
Rodolphus scrambled back, apparently confused by the abrupt appearance of Harry with a wand. Belatedly, he realised he had dropped his own and went crawling for it.
Harry turned his head as he blocked another curse from Rabastan and then reached his hand for the wand lying nearby, Summoning it. He used the split second he had to Stun Rodolphus and then turned all his attention on Rabastan, his eyes bright with fury.
Rabastan's eyes flashed as well and he used the same spell he had used to cut Draco, cutting Harry's wand arm. It was a clever move as Harry nearly dropped his wand, hissing, but he managed to hang onto it.
"You're not going to get away, Potter," Rabastan spat, standing across from Harry.
Harry didn't even waste time with words, firing a jinx instead.
Rabastan deflected. "You killed my Master," he said, eyes possibly tearful but still narrowed with anger. He managed to cut Harry again.
Harry clenched his teeth through the pain, needing all of his concentration. "That's all you'll ever be good for," he said. "Servitude."
Rabastan trembled, spells flying like blurs from his wand.
Harry had never fought so fast in his life. Since he wasn't good at non-verbal magic, Rabastan had an advantage and was a bit quicker. Harry had to be physical as much as he used his wand, ducking, jumping, and running. He panted as he blocked a curse.
"Fuck you!" Rabastan screamed at him, still firing quickly, but obviously having trouble keeping Harry in focus.
"Did Voldemort fuck you?" Harry asked him, diving to the right. "Is that why you loved him so much?"
Rabastan did actually let out a strange sob then, faltering slightly. And then Harry remembered what he had promised the man. "Sectumsempra!" he yelled, and Rabastan was too thrown off by Harry's words to block. The spell went through the man's clothes and blood spurted from all over his body. He fell to the floor, screaming in horror as he bled at an alarming rate from the gashes.
Harry watched with slightly wide eyes, panting.
When Rabastan collapsed, there was a long moment when the only sounds in the old house were Harry's panting and the creaking of the chains where Draco's body was still suspended.
Harry blinked a few times and then walked very shakily to Draco, feeling on the verge of falling to his knees. He unlocked Draco from the chains, taking him into his arms and then indeed falling to the floor under the extra weight. "Draco," he whispered, hardly wanting to touch him in fear of making things worse. "Oh, Draco, please don't do this to me." He held very still, trying to see if Draco was breathing. He sobbed when he saw that he was.
Harry didn't move for several moments – because he couldn't. He was shaking too badly. He tried to pull himself together, knowing that he had to get Draco out of there. He gently slid away from him and then got shakily to his feet again, crossing to Rodolphus spread on the floor.
He used his wand to bind him with ropes and then dropped the man's wand to the floor, crushing it with his foot.
He wanted to kick him, but turned back to Draco. He used a spell he had learnt from Hermione to lighten him and then lifted him into his arms, holding Draco's head securely against his shoulder as he Apparated directly to St Mungo's.
Chapter Number/Total: 42/44
Chapter Title: Courageous
Words: 3559 Words
Harry stood there in shock, and then yelled, "Draco!" as loudly as he could. He had to make sure. He turned and fled the room, nearly falling as he did. "Draco!" he yelled again, setting off the portrait. He ran through the entire house, screaming Draco's name, but he wasn't there.
Slowly it seemed, the feelings of panic and fear had to give way to make room for the terrible rage that Harry felt. He took his wand in his right hand and then reached inside the small box still clutched in his left, removing the bloody ring.
He felt that tug behind his navel and closed his eyes as the Portkey sent him spinning away. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar living room. It was dusty, and dumpy, and looked barely lived in. He tensed, hand on his wand tightening as he slipped the ring into his pocket.
A gruff voice spoke from the next room. "Drop your wand, Potter," the man said, "or we cut something off your boyfriend you might want kept."
Another person with a slightly higher voice chuckled at the comment.
Chills spread throughout Harry's body. His hand tightened on his wand before he very reluctantly let it clatter to the floor. "Draco?" he called, edging toward the room from where the voices had come.
Draco was suspended, spread eagle in chains that hung from the ceiling in what must have once been the dining room. He struggled to speak around the gag in his mouth, trying to tell Harry not to drop his wand, not to come in, to get out! He could see and feel his Uncle Rodolphus holding a knife between his legs while Rabastan stood by the doorway with his wand drawn.
Harry's eyes widened and he made to rush forward, but Rabastan flung out his arm and then pressed his wand to Harry's throat. "So happy you could join us," he said almost loftily.
Blood dripped onto the old wooden floor from numerous cuts the two brothers had already made in Draco's flesh. He tried to yell around the gag and nearly choked, and the chains rattled as he struggled uselessly.
"Maybe we should still cut it off," Rodolphus suggested, grinning as he pressed the knife a little harder against Draco's soft flesh.
"He's apparently got no use for it anyway," said Rabastan with small smirk, watching Harry's face intently. "Shacking up with a man and all."
Harry tried to keep himself from shaking, tried to keep himself from losing his head.
"Seems a fitting punishment for a blood-traitor, don't you think, Potter?" Rodolphus sneered.
"Don't," Harry said, and it was all he could think of to say. His mind was racing as he tried desperately to think of a way out.
Rabastan pressed his wand harder into Harry's skin and backed him against a wall. "Oh, you're telling us?" he accused.
"Is his dick that good, Potter?" Rodolphus asked, rolling his eyes and laughing, apparently finding that funny.
Draco tried to meet Harry's eyes, to let him see how sorry he was that he had got them into this mess.
Harry ignored the words, still trying to think. "What do you want?" he asked, glancing around the room for any means of escape.
Rodolphus ran his other hand up Draco's naked and bloody leg, coating his fingers. He held them up. "Pure-blood traitor," he said. "Such a waste." Then he looked up at his brother. "Bind him."
There was a strange gleam in Rabastan's eyes as he used his wand to tie Harry.
Harry made it as hard for the man as he could, holding his muscles very tense. He wanted to scream for Rodolphus to take his hands off of Draco.
"Not even a real struggle," Rabastan said in a low voice next to Harry's ear. "How disappointing."
"This one struggles plenty," Rodolphus said, grinning. "I suppose his hero isn't such a hero, after all. Tie him to a chair so he can watch us with his boyfriend."
Harry's face transformed into the expression of rage he had been trying to suppress. "No," he growled. "Don't touch him."
Rabastan chuckled again. "I'd like to know what you're going to do about it," he said, taking Harry roughly by the arms to try to force him into a chair, but Harry did struggle this time.
The gleam shown in Rabastan's eyes again before he pointed his wand at Harry. Without a word uttered from the man, Harry was suddenly screaming on the floor, his body writhing. Rabastan watched with a strange and sick hunger.
Draco struggled again, unable to do anything, but equally unable to hold still. At least Rodolphus was no longer holding the blade against his balls.
For his part, Rodolphus laughed, obviously enjoying both men's struggles. "Should we take the gag out so we can hear him scream, too?" he asked his brother.
Rabastan didn't even seem to notice that Rodolphus had spoken to him. He was unrelenting, still watching Harry scream. He flicked his wand after several more moments and then ended the spell. "Yes," he said, apparently having heard his brother after all.
Harry shook in the ropes that bound him, his body still aching as he gasped.
Rodolphus set the knife down and drew his wand, silently casting the spell to remove the gag.
Draco gasped, suddenly breathing easier. He had to swallow several times before he could speak, his tongue felt swollen. "I am the traitor, not him," he said. "You don't need him here."
Rabastan turned almost lazy eyes upon Draco. "You were the bait, my friend," he said. "It wasn't you who," he took a deep breath, "destroyed our Lord." He looked with deep disgust at Harry. "He can watch you die before we kill him as well."
Draco looked down at his lover. He had been in pain and frightened before, but it didn't compare to the terror he felt now. "Harry ..." he said.
"Sweet, isn't it?" Rodolphus laughed. "It makes it so much more fun." He picked up his knife again, admiring the way the blood coated the blade. "I want to make them beg to die."
"Yes," Rabastan agreed quietly, gently nudging Harry's face with his shoe. Then he suddenly drew back and kicked him with considerable might, straight to the gut.
Harry cried out, curling instinctively.
Rabastan sneered down at him. "You will beg by the time we are through," he said in a voice of eerie calm.
Harry could feel the pain in his body, but even worse was the intensified fear he'd felt when Draco had said his name.
Rodolphus flicked his wand, muttering, and the chains lifted Draco's feet, moving so that he was suspended horizontally, facing down toward Harry. "Make sure Potter can't move while we do this," he told his brother.
"Harry, go, please," Draco begged.
Harry looked up at Draco, panting slightly. He shook his head no and spoke as firmly as he could. "Not without you."
Rabastan let out an amused sounding breath through his nose and moved to tie Harry to the chair again. Harry kicked and struggled as best as he could in the ropes.
Despite his efforts, Rabastan got him in the chair. "Don't make me have to put you in a Body-Bind," he said, holding Harry back as he tested the ropes with his hands. "Wouldn't want Draco to miss out on anything you have to say to him."
Grinning, Rodolphus looked at his brother. "Which end you want?" he asked, starting to unfasten his trousers.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to bear looking at Harry now.
Harry eyes widened. "No!" he yelled, struggling so hard it hurt. "Don't! Do anything to me you want – just, no, please not this! Don't do this to him!"
Rabastan's lips twitched. "Let me have his arse," he said, stepping away from Harry.
Harry clenched his teeth so hard that his body shook, and he blinked away tears of terrible fury.
Draco felt a hand grab his hair, yanking his face up and he made the mistake of opening his eyes as Rodolphus held his cock against his lips. "Suck it good or we'll do your boyfriend while you watch," he threatened. Cheeks flushed red, Draco closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
Harry roared, and his skin burned beneath his shirt where the ropes cut into him. He'd never felt this way before. Absolutely mad with anger and hatred.
Rabastan watched Harry from where he stood opposite his brother. He'd pulled his cock out and stroked it with long and gentle movements of his right hand. He laid his left hand on Draco's arse, dipping a finger into the crevice and then sliding it into his entrance. "Yes, he's tight," he said, nodding slowly. He was still looking at Harry as Harry shook violently, tears spilling over. "You're not too rough with him, are you, Potter?"
Draco nearly choked on the cock in his mouth when he felt pain as the other man pushed a finger into him. His body tightened and he tried to breathe through his nose, knowing he had to relax or it would be a lot worse.
Rodolphus laughed, still gripping the blond hair and pushing deeper into Draco's mouth.
Harry wanted to turn his face, to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He felt like doing that would somehow betray Draco, so he stared through his tears at the scene, still pulling at the ropes.
Rabastan slid his finger out and replaced it with his cock, that mad gleam in his eyes again as he pushed in. He wasn't rough exactly. He definitely didn't give enough time for Draco to adjust, but it was easy to tell that he wasn't even getting started yet. He reminded Harry of a snake, almost more than Voldemort himself. He spoke quietly, calmly, and moved the same, before he would strike – quick as lightning.
"Is this how you are with him, Potter?" Rabastan asked, giving long, slow thrusts into Draco's body, one hand on his back. "Does he mew for more?"
Harry could hardly breathe. "I will kill you," he promised in a deadly voice. "I'll bleed you dry."
Rabastan tutted as he moved. "Mew for me, Draco," he said, his lips twitching again.
Draco wasn't mewing. He was making gurgling sounds as Rodolphus repeatedly thrust hard against the back of his throat. He shuddered as he felt Rabastan pushing into him and his hands clenched convulsively as he fought his revulsion.
Rodolphus moaned and gasped. "Fucking sweet mouth," he growled, twisting his fingers in Draco's hair.
Rabastan continued at the same pace, smirking a little at his brother's words. "Shame you never put him to good use," he said softly to Harry. "I suppose I'll have to do it for you."
"No!" Harry choked out, already barely able to take the sounds coming from Draco's throat.
On the next thrust Rabastan slammed inside Draco, making a quiet grunting noise.
Rodolphus moaned then, filling Draco with his come. His brother's thrust had pushed him so far into Draco's mouth that the blond was clearly unable to breathe. Draco thrashed, struggling against both men and the chains.
When he saw that his brother had come, Rabastan reached up and took hold of Draco's hair himself, pulling roughly as he continued to thrust what had to be as hard as he could. "We'll leave you full of our seed on your traitor mother's doorstep," he growled between his teeth.
Draco choked still, spitting out what he could and trying to clear his air passages. It felt like Rabastan was trying to rip him apart. Draco couldn’t help but keep struggling as a part of him realised he was going to die this way.
Rodolphus had stepped back and was watching with a smile on his face. "Yes, we'll show them what we think of the Malfoys now," he added. "That blood traitor bitch. She'll see how clever an idea it was to help Potter when she sets eyes on on her precious baby boy."
Harry was clenching his hands so tightly that he was drawing blood with his nails. They were very lucky he was unable to move.
Rabastan continued on with his brutal treatment of Draco's body, growling with every thrust until Harry could tell he was coming. The man panted harshly through his nose, still managing a last ripping thrust into Draco.
Draco gave up trying to be quiet and was moaning in pain with each thrust. His entire world had narrowed in that moment to the agony he was feeling. Some of the cuts from earlier had reopened and were dripping onto the floor with the sweat of his body.
Rabastan pulled out after another moment and stood back to look down at Draco, apparently pleased. He patted him as if he were a horse that had just performed a trick correctly.
"I'll fucking kill you," Harry told both men, unable to even believe what had just happened in front of him. "I swear it."
Draco sagged in the chains, panting and shuddering. They were right. They would make him beg to die if they kept this up. He couldn't even look up at Harry, shame making his face flush and his stomach churn. He gritted his teeth to keep from vomiting.
"Will you really?" said Rabastan as he still panted slightly, looking over at Harry again. "Get out of those ropes and we'll talk."
"I wonder what it would feel like to fuck someone while they were under Crucio," Rodolphus mused, watching Draco struggle.
Harry was bruised from the ropes by now, but he still pulled against them. "No!" he screamed. "Please don't! Please!" This was all his fault. If Draco died, it would be another death because of him. The worst.
"Wonder no more," said Rabastan lightly, taking his wand and flicking it. He put Draco under the curse for only a few moments, but it was enough. The blond was screaming and writhing in the chains.
Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, new tears of frustration falling. He couldn't get to Draco and he burned with it. He felt ill. He could not let Draco die this way.
When the curse ended, Draco sagged again, nearly passing out this time. "No, no more," he whispered.
Harry let out a sob he couldn't help. "Draco," he moaned.
Rabastan snorted.
Draco had a moment of absolute clarity when he realised that, yes, he would beg to die – except that he couldn't do that to Harry. He knew that when they finished with him, they would start on his lover. The longer he kept the attention on himself, the better chance Harry had of figuring a way out. "Fucking morons," he cursed, voice so hoarse he didn't even know if they understood him.
Harry's eyes widened again. "No, Draco," he said, but Rabastan's face contorted in anger. He slashed his wand through the air and a gash was cut across Draco's side. "Little fucking brat," he spat.
Draco hissed and then lifted his head to look at Rabastan. "If you're the kind of inbred monsters that come from being pure-blood, then we should all fucking die," Draco spat right back.
"How dare you," Rabastan roared, bringing his wand though the air again, this time cutting across Draco's back. Then he cast Crucio, his hand shaking as he held his wand.
Harry screamed for him to stop, his own voice growing hoarse.
Draco's back arched and his body seemed to be doing a kind of wild acrobatics as he twisted in the chains, screaming.
Rodolphus looked stunned by what Draco had said as he watched in fascination while his brother retaliated.
Rabastan jerked his wand back to end the spell, panting again from his effort. "You don't deserve your blood," he hissed.
For several minutes, all Draco could do was hang there, panting, trying to remember things as simple as his name. He had felt the snap in his arms and realised now that they were probably broken. He blinked blood out of his eyes and looked up again. "We should be grateful that dear Aunt Bellatrix was killed before she and Rodolphus here had a chance to spawn," he said coldly.
Rabastan's mouth actually fell open and he stood motionless for a moment, before looking to his brother in disbelief.
Draco's uncle turned purple and launched himself forward. Rodolphus appeared to have forgotten he could use a wand and was beating him with fists instead, howling as he did.
Harry could hardly think as he watched Draco beaten. Rabastan was watching as well, still stunned with what Draco had dared to say. Right then, Harry's brain seemed to start working again. With his heart beating madly, he glanced at their two captors and then closed his eyes. "Accio my wand," he whispered. He nearly sobbed in relief when he felt the wood fly into his hand from the next room.
Draco's body swayed in the air as Rodolphus used him like a punching bag, screaming obscenities as his fists pounded into Draco's flesh.
With the sounds of the chains rattling and the thud of blows to Draco's body as motivation, it took Harry only a moment to free himself, and then he launched out of the chair, flying at Rodolphus. He couldn't remember ever feeling so angry. He sent the man across the room with an Impediment Jinx and then turned to Rabastan, who blinked rapidly in surprise before anger enveloped his features.
Harry tried to Stun him, but was blocked.
Rabastan roared in rage, cursing as he sent a violent orange-coloured spell at Harry, but Harry dove out of the way and the spell missed him by mere centimetres.
Rodolphus scrambled back, apparently confused by the abrupt appearance of Harry with a wand. Belatedly, he realised he had dropped his own and went crawling for it.
Harry turned his head as he blocked another curse from Rabastan and then reached his hand for the wand lying nearby, Summoning it. He used the split second he had to Stun Rodolphus and then turned all his attention on Rabastan, his eyes bright with fury.
Rabastan's eyes flashed as well and he used the same spell he had used to cut Draco, cutting Harry's wand arm. It was a clever move as Harry nearly dropped his wand, hissing, but he managed to hang onto it.
"You're not going to get away, Potter," Rabastan spat, standing across from Harry.
Harry didn't even waste time with words, firing a jinx instead.
Rabastan deflected. "You killed my Master," he said, eyes possibly tearful but still narrowed with anger. He managed to cut Harry again.
Harry clenched his teeth through the pain, needing all of his concentration. "That's all you'll ever be good for," he said. "Servitude."
Rabastan trembled, spells flying like blurs from his wand.
Harry had never fought so fast in his life. Since he wasn't good at non-verbal magic, Rabastan had an advantage and was a bit quicker. Harry had to be physical as much as he used his wand, ducking, jumping, and running. He panted as he blocked a curse.
"Fuck you!" Rabastan screamed at him, still firing quickly, but obviously having trouble keeping Harry in focus.
"Did Voldemort fuck you?" Harry asked him, diving to the right. "Is that why you loved him so much?"
Rabastan did actually let out a strange sob then, faltering slightly. And then Harry remembered what he had promised the man. "Sectumsempra!" he yelled, and Rabastan was too thrown off by Harry's words to block. The spell went through the man's clothes and blood spurted from all over his body. He fell to the floor, screaming in horror as he bled at an alarming rate from the gashes.
Harry watched with slightly wide eyes, panting.
When Rabastan collapsed, there was a long moment when the only sounds in the old house were Harry's panting and the creaking of the chains where Draco's body was still suspended.
Harry blinked a few times and then walked very shakily to Draco, feeling on the verge of falling to his knees. He unlocked Draco from the chains, taking him into his arms and then indeed falling to the floor under the extra weight. "Draco," he whispered, hardly wanting to touch him in fear of making things worse. "Oh, Draco, please don't do this to me." He held very still, trying to see if Draco was breathing. He sobbed when he saw that he was.
Harry didn't move for several moments – because he couldn't. He was shaking too badly. He tried to pull himself together, knowing that he had to get Draco out of there. He gently slid away from him and then got shakily to his feet again, crossing to Rodolphus spread on the floor.
He used his wand to bind him with ropes and then dropped the man's wand to the floor, crushing it with his foot.
He wanted to kick him, but turned back to Draco. He used a spell he had learnt from Hermione to lighten him and then lifted him into his arms, holding Draco's head securely against his shoulder as he Apparated directly to St Mungo's.