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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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40,004
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227
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Blood and Tears
Chapter Number/Total: 5/36
Chapter Title: Blood and Tears
Words: 2671 Words
Draco closed his eyes and imagined how angry he used to get with Harry ... no, Potter. He tried to summon up the anger that made him want to hit and hurt him -- tried to imagine the person he was in fifth year. Could he have done this then? He shook his head. He didn't really think so. How then? And then he saw it, his father's face. His father could do this. His father would do this if he didn't. Draco stood straight, cold sneer on his face. He turned and entered the room.
Harry tensed when he heard the door open. Maybe being able to see would've been better.
Draco strode into the room and stood looking down at Potter. He cast a Body-Bind on the man and then removed the ropes, using a Mobilicorpus spell to move him so that he was now strung up in a standing position between the heavy wooden bedposts at the foot of the bed. He released the other spells so that Potter suddenly sagged in the ropes.
Letting out a groan, Harry tried to lean back so he didn't sag as much in the ropes. It all happened so fast that he didn't have to do a thing to prevent it, not like he could anyway.
Draco knew the spells and had seen them used. But this ... was different. Part of him was thrilled at seeing Harry spread like that. He had such an urge to touch him again, but this was not about what he wanted. There was a table of tools that had been left for him. He looked at them for a moment, picking up a long thin switch. It was simple and direct and would look ... colourful. He stepped slightly to the side and flicked the switch so that it landed across Potter's shoulders.
Harry jerked, hissing at the sting the switch left behind. That one hit left him gasping. He wondered how he'd take the rest.
The switch left a bright red welt and Draco added another and another, making a pattern down Potter's back.
Harry cried out with every hit, feeling tears well up in his closed eyes again, but he held them back, not wanting to give Dra ... Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing him give in so easily.
Draco stopped just short of marking that perfect arse and surveyed his "work" so far. He stepped up closer and ran a hand down Potter's back, feeling the heat and raised skin of the welts.
Harry let out a weak moan, arching to get away from his hand.
Draco's hand continued down to the small of his back and then ran over those lovely mounds of flesh. Should he fuck him before or after marking them? They would expect that, a rape and blood. Anger flared in him, why should he have to do this? He stepped back and began striking Harry's arse in a punishing series of blows.
Harry tried to move away from the strikes, but he couldn't, tears slipping out of his eyes. He shook his head, not wanting to, but he couldn't help it. "Stop," he gasped finally.
Pushing any tender feelings he had into a dark place inside, Draco narrowed his eyes and continued, beating down the back of Potter's legs. He knew from personal experience how bad that would hurt.
Harry began to sob, pulling at the ropes. "I said stop!" he cried out, trying to make his voice stop trembling.
"Beg me," he sneered, his voice cold. Draco was startled; he sounded more like his father than himself.
Harry bit his lip at the sound of Malfoy's voice, a shiver of fear going down his spine, but he wouldn't give in. "No!" Harry yelled, struggling again.
Draco tossed the switch on the table. Potter's back, arse, and back of his thighs were covered in bright red welts. He used both hands to grab Potter's arse and roughly kneaded that flesh.
Harry whimpered, sagging in the ropes. "... God," he murmured, trembling under Draco's touch. The one word that could stop this all was floating around in his pain filled mind, but he clenched his jaw, breathing hard.
Draco pinched and squeezed Potter's bruised flesh. He leaned in so his breath was against the man's ear, whispering, "Beg me."
"No," Harry murmured, licking his lips and tasting the salt of his tears, "No ...."
Draco grabbed Harry's hair and pulled hard, twisting so that it pulled his head back at an angle.
Harry cried out, pain shooting up his neck. He tried again, swallowing, "Stop ...."
Draco Summoned his wand and did a silent spell, drawing it down Potter's back, leaving a long thin gash that cut across the welts. Blood dripped from the cut and his wand.
Harry's eyes went wide. He choked on a scream and sagged again, feeling the blood run down the welts on his back. "... Fuck ...."
Standing back, Draco drew several more long cuts, slow and painful down Harry's back. They were not deep but they would hurt. "Beg me to stop," he growled.
"Please, stop," he said quietly, trying to breathe properly through his sobbing. He didn't want to, but he couldn't take it.
"Louder," Draco snarled.
"Please, stop!" he yelled, feeling his face burn with shame.
Draco stepped close again, grabbing his hair again and hissing in his ear, "No."
"Please ... it hurts ..." he begged.
"It will hurt a lot more before I am done," Draco rasped. "It might hurt less if you do what I tell you."
Harry didn't reply, too busy taking in deep breaths. But he shook his head, clearly showing that he wasn't going to do anything Draco told him to do.
"Crucio," Draco cast as he stepped back, making sure Harry heard the word as the spell hit.
The spell hit Harry like a knife being stabbed into his chest. He jerked as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to endure it, but soon he was screaming, unable to hold anything back.
Draco flicked his wand and dropped the spell, watching Harry sag in the ropes. He used his wand again and the ropes slithered, pulling and twisting until they had turned the prisoner around, facing outward but still spread between the posts.
Harry merely twitched and groaned softly, head hanging.
Blood dripped on the wooden floor at the foot of the bed and the ropes creaked. Draco stood staring at Potter. He found himself slipping and pushed again, reaching for that image of cold and cruel that was his father. He stepped forward again, reaching a hand out to cup Potter's chin and lift his face. "You will obey me, or suffer worse," he said.
"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, keeping his eyes downcast.
"Good," Draco said, flicking his wand. The ropes extended until they were slack. "Kneel," he ordered.
It took Harry a moment, but he slowly knelt down, feeling like his bones were cracking with the effort.
"You will do as I say, Potter." Draco sneered, "No matter what I say."
Harry didn't bother to waste his breath on answering. Draco already had him on his knees, what more could he want.
"Say it," Draco hissed.
Harry swallowed, his throat dry. "I will do as you say," he murmured, coughing.
Draco's breath almost stopped, imagining how good that would feel under other circumstances, because even now, bleeding and in pain, Harry was beautiful. He stepped back and turned away; he needed lust and rage, not such tender thoughts.
Harry let his head hang again, grateful for the break. The things he did for love. He smiled at the thought, shaking his head.
Draco shuddered and imagined what the Dark Lord would do to him if they failed. He gritted his teeth, turning around again. He reached for his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his trousers, shifting them down his hips so he could pull out his cock. He wasn't hard. That would have to be fixed. "Potter,' he said, stepping close again so that the other man's face was only a few inches from where he held himself. "Suck me," he ordered.
Harry lifted his head and looked out blindly. He could feel the heat of a body against his face, but he didn't lean forward to do anything.
"Suck my cock, Potter," Draco growled.
"If I could see it, I might!" he retorted.
Anger flared sharply in him and Draco backhanded him before he had even realised it.
Harry's head snapped to the side and he licked at the corner of his lip, tasting his blood. He gritted his teeth. "Is that the best you can do?" he growled.
Draco snorted. Harry's anger actually made his cock start to harden. "Better than you," he snapped.
"Obviously ...." He was tied up and blind, what did he expect?
The blond reached out and pulled those thick locks hard, forcing Harry's face forward until his lips brushed the head of Draco's now half-hard cock.
Harry tried to pull back, but the grip on his hair was too tight. Blushing again, he opened his mouth and licked the tip, trying to think about how he was going to do this.
That first touch of Harry's tongue made him groan, losing himself for a minute.
Strangely encouraged by his groan, Harry slowly sucked the head into his mouth, tongue curiously moving around.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his hand still entangled in the other man's hair but no longer twisting as hard.
Harry didn't move down any further, thinking that if he sucked hard, he could make this all be over sooner.
"Coat it good," Draco ordered, "Because it's the only lube you will have."
Harry blinked, stopping for a minute. The only lube. His hands clenched into fists as he tried to move down more, making sure that he was wet enough.
"Yes, suck it," Draco hissed. "Lick and suck and maybe it won't hurt as much."
Harry sucked and licked, trying to get as much spit as he could on him. His jaw was beginning to ache, but he went on.
Draco was breathing harder by the time he pulled Harry back again. "Stop," he gasped.
"But ...." Harry leaned forward, not thinking that he had enough saliva on it.
"Stand up and turn around," Draco ordered.
Harry swallowed, but got up and turned around. He knew what would happen now and he couldn't help but tense up.
Draco shoved Harry forward so that he was bent face down on the bed, his hand pressing into the other man's back and the wounds there. He flicked his wand again and the ropes rewound themselves, holding the man in place.
Harry buried his face into the bed, trying to keep calm. The hand pressing down into his back made the cuts sting and ache, but all he could think about was what would happen next.
Draco pressed his hand in the bleeding cuts, coating his fingers in Potter's blood. It would look unintentional, he hoped. Then he took the same fingers and coated his cock in Potter's blood. The ropes had pulled the man's legs apart and so Draco moved between them, his breath catching at the memory of what it felt like to be inside Harry.
Harry turned his head and breathed in, feeling his heart hammering inside his chest. He was actually glad that his first time wasn't going to be this time.
Draco pressed his cock against Harry's entrance, his own body pressing against the welts on Harry's ass. "You are going to beg me to stop, Potter." Draco sneered, "You will scream and plead, but I won't stop." He hoped Harry got the implicit message in his words.
Harry's breaths were coming in short bursts as Draco spoke. He understood what Draco was trying to say, but he didn't show that he did. "Fuck you," he muttered.
Draco rubbed the head of his cock against that tight ring, hoping their time together before would make this less painful. The saliva and blood, the only lube he could use, were still better than nothing. He pushed in, breaching Harry but not stopping, knowing this had to look brutal. His father could easily use a Pensieve or Legilimency to see what he had done.
Harry cried out softly, hands clenching again. It hurt; he basically wasn't stretched at all and he was already tense, but somehow it felt like it could've been a lot worse. That, however, was just the beginning.
Draco took hold of Harry's hips and began thrusting hard and fast. He had to make good on this -- the rape of Harry Potter would be a memory the Dark Lord would want to see. At least, Draco thought, at this pace he wouldn't last long.
Harry managed to stay quiet for the first few thrusts, only letting a few grunts and groans out, but then it felt like something tore and Harry felt like all the pain was forced on him at once. He began to beg for Draco to stop, screaming for him to. Most of it was letting out his frustrations and some of it was because it actually hurt badly. The rest, he thought, was all for show.
Draco desperately hoped that those screams weren't as real as they sounded. He tried to block it out, remembering Harry's sounds of pleasure before and that was what he needed, as he came hard, filling Harry again.
The screams tapered down to soft sobbing as he felt Draco stop, his body spasming behind and inside him. He hoped this was all over.
Draco caught himself on his arms, not allowing himself to fall on Harry's wounds. He slipped out and stepped back, the pleasure of orgasm dulled by the sight of Harry's blood on him. He hoped he had done no real damage, thought it did look gruesome enough.
Harry sniffled and waited for Draco to do something, anything that would tell him that he was done.
Draco used a cleaning spell on himself but left Harry in his debauched state. Tucking himself away and refastening his trousers, Draco walked around until he sat on the bed. Harry made quite a disturbing sight like that and it was what his father would see.
Harry sighed when he didn't hear anything, but he did turn his head in the direction of where he felt the bed dip, indicating that Draco was sitting. He pulled at one of the ropes weakly, wondering if Draco would let him loose.
"Potter," Draco did his best to sneer, "it is likely that we may be asked to replay this performance for the Dark Lord himself. He would like the sight of a bound, blind and begging Chosen One."
Harry went still. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. That was different, in front of him was different.
"If he calls to see you," the blond tried to explain in that same tone, "it will be to humiliate you and destroy you."
"When?" he asked, not even recognising his own voice.
"When he wants," Draco snapped. "We live and die at his ... pleasure." He stood up. "I will leave you to consider that. My father waits to hear what I have done to you."
"Fine, whatever," he replied roughly, turning his head away. He pulled at the ropes again, pulling his body more on the bed. It relieved some of the pain in his shoulders, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have to move again.
Draco left, going to find and face his father. He hoped that what they had done would pass or it would all be for nothing.
Harry's head snapped up when the door closed. He struggled with the ropes for a moment, but stopped, too tired to go on. Now all he had to do was wait. He hated waiting. Especially like this; bleeding and exposed. He shivered. He hated it.
Chapter Title: Blood and Tears
Words: 2671 Words
Draco closed his eyes and imagined how angry he used to get with Harry ... no, Potter. He tried to summon up the anger that made him want to hit and hurt him -- tried to imagine the person he was in fifth year. Could he have done this then? He shook his head. He didn't really think so. How then? And then he saw it, his father's face. His father could do this. His father would do this if he didn't. Draco stood straight, cold sneer on his face. He turned and entered the room.
Harry tensed when he heard the door open. Maybe being able to see would've been better.
Draco strode into the room and stood looking down at Potter. He cast a Body-Bind on the man and then removed the ropes, using a Mobilicorpus spell to move him so that he was now strung up in a standing position between the heavy wooden bedposts at the foot of the bed. He released the other spells so that Potter suddenly sagged in the ropes.
Letting out a groan, Harry tried to lean back so he didn't sag as much in the ropes. It all happened so fast that he didn't have to do a thing to prevent it, not like he could anyway.
Draco knew the spells and had seen them used. But this ... was different. Part of him was thrilled at seeing Harry spread like that. He had such an urge to touch him again, but this was not about what he wanted. There was a table of tools that had been left for him. He looked at them for a moment, picking up a long thin switch. It was simple and direct and would look ... colourful. He stepped slightly to the side and flicked the switch so that it landed across Potter's shoulders.
Harry jerked, hissing at the sting the switch left behind. That one hit left him gasping. He wondered how he'd take the rest.
The switch left a bright red welt and Draco added another and another, making a pattern down Potter's back.
Harry cried out with every hit, feeling tears well up in his closed eyes again, but he held them back, not wanting to give Dra ... Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing him give in so easily.
Draco stopped just short of marking that perfect arse and surveyed his "work" so far. He stepped up closer and ran a hand down Potter's back, feeling the heat and raised skin of the welts.
Harry let out a weak moan, arching to get away from his hand.
Draco's hand continued down to the small of his back and then ran over those lovely mounds of flesh. Should he fuck him before or after marking them? They would expect that, a rape and blood. Anger flared in him, why should he have to do this? He stepped back and began striking Harry's arse in a punishing series of blows.
Harry tried to move away from the strikes, but he couldn't, tears slipping out of his eyes. He shook his head, not wanting to, but he couldn't help it. "Stop," he gasped finally.
Pushing any tender feelings he had into a dark place inside, Draco narrowed his eyes and continued, beating down the back of Potter's legs. He knew from personal experience how bad that would hurt.
Harry began to sob, pulling at the ropes. "I said stop!" he cried out, trying to make his voice stop trembling.
"Beg me," he sneered, his voice cold. Draco was startled; he sounded more like his father than himself.
Harry bit his lip at the sound of Malfoy's voice, a shiver of fear going down his spine, but he wouldn't give in. "No!" Harry yelled, struggling again.
Draco tossed the switch on the table. Potter's back, arse, and back of his thighs were covered in bright red welts. He used both hands to grab Potter's arse and roughly kneaded that flesh.
Harry whimpered, sagging in the ropes. "... God," he murmured, trembling under Draco's touch. The one word that could stop this all was floating around in his pain filled mind, but he clenched his jaw, breathing hard.
Draco pinched and squeezed Potter's bruised flesh. He leaned in so his breath was against the man's ear, whispering, "Beg me."
"No," Harry murmured, licking his lips and tasting the salt of his tears, "No ...."
Draco grabbed Harry's hair and pulled hard, twisting so that it pulled his head back at an angle.
Harry cried out, pain shooting up his neck. He tried again, swallowing, "Stop ...."
Draco Summoned his wand and did a silent spell, drawing it down Potter's back, leaving a long thin gash that cut across the welts. Blood dripped from the cut and his wand.
Harry's eyes went wide. He choked on a scream and sagged again, feeling the blood run down the welts on his back. "... Fuck ...."
Standing back, Draco drew several more long cuts, slow and painful down Harry's back. They were not deep but they would hurt. "Beg me to stop," he growled.
"Please, stop," he said quietly, trying to breathe properly through his sobbing. He didn't want to, but he couldn't take it.
"Louder," Draco snarled.
"Please, stop!" he yelled, feeling his face burn with shame.
Draco stepped close again, grabbing his hair again and hissing in his ear, "No."
"Please ... it hurts ..." he begged.
"It will hurt a lot more before I am done," Draco rasped. "It might hurt less if you do what I tell you."
Harry didn't reply, too busy taking in deep breaths. But he shook his head, clearly showing that he wasn't going to do anything Draco told him to do.
"Crucio," Draco cast as he stepped back, making sure Harry heard the word as the spell hit.
The spell hit Harry like a knife being stabbed into his chest. He jerked as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to endure it, but soon he was screaming, unable to hold anything back.
Draco flicked his wand and dropped the spell, watching Harry sag in the ropes. He used his wand again and the ropes slithered, pulling and twisting until they had turned the prisoner around, facing outward but still spread between the posts.
Harry merely twitched and groaned softly, head hanging.
Blood dripped on the wooden floor at the foot of the bed and the ropes creaked. Draco stood staring at Potter. He found himself slipping and pushed again, reaching for that image of cold and cruel that was his father. He stepped forward again, reaching a hand out to cup Potter's chin and lift his face. "You will obey me, or suffer worse," he said.
"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, keeping his eyes downcast.
"Good," Draco said, flicking his wand. The ropes extended until they were slack. "Kneel," he ordered.
It took Harry a moment, but he slowly knelt down, feeling like his bones were cracking with the effort.
"You will do as I say, Potter." Draco sneered, "No matter what I say."
Harry didn't bother to waste his breath on answering. Draco already had him on his knees, what more could he want.
"Say it," Draco hissed.
Harry swallowed, his throat dry. "I will do as you say," he murmured, coughing.
Draco's breath almost stopped, imagining how good that would feel under other circumstances, because even now, bleeding and in pain, Harry was beautiful. He stepped back and turned away; he needed lust and rage, not such tender thoughts.
Harry let his head hang again, grateful for the break. The things he did for love. He smiled at the thought, shaking his head.
Draco shuddered and imagined what the Dark Lord would do to him if they failed. He gritted his teeth, turning around again. He reached for his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his trousers, shifting them down his hips so he could pull out his cock. He wasn't hard. That would have to be fixed. "Potter,' he said, stepping close again so that the other man's face was only a few inches from where he held himself. "Suck me," he ordered.
Harry lifted his head and looked out blindly. He could feel the heat of a body against his face, but he didn't lean forward to do anything.
"Suck my cock, Potter," Draco growled.
"If I could see it, I might!" he retorted.
Anger flared sharply in him and Draco backhanded him before he had even realised it.
Harry's head snapped to the side and he licked at the corner of his lip, tasting his blood. He gritted his teeth. "Is that the best you can do?" he growled.
Draco snorted. Harry's anger actually made his cock start to harden. "Better than you," he snapped.
"Obviously ...." He was tied up and blind, what did he expect?
The blond reached out and pulled those thick locks hard, forcing Harry's face forward until his lips brushed the head of Draco's now half-hard cock.
Harry tried to pull back, but the grip on his hair was too tight. Blushing again, he opened his mouth and licked the tip, trying to think about how he was going to do this.
That first touch of Harry's tongue made him groan, losing himself for a minute.
Strangely encouraged by his groan, Harry slowly sucked the head into his mouth, tongue curiously moving around.
"Yes," Draco hissed, his hand still entangled in the other man's hair but no longer twisting as hard.
Harry didn't move down any further, thinking that if he sucked hard, he could make this all be over sooner.
"Coat it good," Draco ordered, "Because it's the only lube you will have."
Harry blinked, stopping for a minute. The only lube. His hands clenched into fists as he tried to move down more, making sure that he was wet enough.
"Yes, suck it," Draco hissed. "Lick and suck and maybe it won't hurt as much."
Harry sucked and licked, trying to get as much spit as he could on him. His jaw was beginning to ache, but he went on.
Draco was breathing harder by the time he pulled Harry back again. "Stop," he gasped.
"But ...." Harry leaned forward, not thinking that he had enough saliva on it.
"Stand up and turn around," Draco ordered.
Harry swallowed, but got up and turned around. He knew what would happen now and he couldn't help but tense up.
Draco shoved Harry forward so that he was bent face down on the bed, his hand pressing into the other man's back and the wounds there. He flicked his wand again and the ropes rewound themselves, holding the man in place.
Harry buried his face into the bed, trying to keep calm. The hand pressing down into his back made the cuts sting and ache, but all he could think about was what would happen next.
Draco pressed his hand in the bleeding cuts, coating his fingers in Potter's blood. It would look unintentional, he hoped. Then he took the same fingers and coated his cock in Potter's blood. The ropes had pulled the man's legs apart and so Draco moved between them, his breath catching at the memory of what it felt like to be inside Harry.
Harry turned his head and breathed in, feeling his heart hammering inside his chest. He was actually glad that his first time wasn't going to be this time.
Draco pressed his cock against Harry's entrance, his own body pressing against the welts on Harry's ass. "You are going to beg me to stop, Potter." Draco sneered, "You will scream and plead, but I won't stop." He hoped Harry got the implicit message in his words.
Harry's breaths were coming in short bursts as Draco spoke. He understood what Draco was trying to say, but he didn't show that he did. "Fuck you," he muttered.
Draco rubbed the head of his cock against that tight ring, hoping their time together before would make this less painful. The saliva and blood, the only lube he could use, were still better than nothing. He pushed in, breaching Harry but not stopping, knowing this had to look brutal. His father could easily use a Pensieve or Legilimency to see what he had done.
Harry cried out softly, hands clenching again. It hurt; he basically wasn't stretched at all and he was already tense, but somehow it felt like it could've been a lot worse. That, however, was just the beginning.
Draco took hold of Harry's hips and began thrusting hard and fast. He had to make good on this -- the rape of Harry Potter would be a memory the Dark Lord would want to see. At least, Draco thought, at this pace he wouldn't last long.
Harry managed to stay quiet for the first few thrusts, only letting a few grunts and groans out, but then it felt like something tore and Harry felt like all the pain was forced on him at once. He began to beg for Draco to stop, screaming for him to. Most of it was letting out his frustrations and some of it was because it actually hurt badly. The rest, he thought, was all for show.
Draco desperately hoped that those screams weren't as real as they sounded. He tried to block it out, remembering Harry's sounds of pleasure before and that was what he needed, as he came hard, filling Harry again.
The screams tapered down to soft sobbing as he felt Draco stop, his body spasming behind and inside him. He hoped this was all over.
Draco caught himself on his arms, not allowing himself to fall on Harry's wounds. He slipped out and stepped back, the pleasure of orgasm dulled by the sight of Harry's blood on him. He hoped he had done no real damage, thought it did look gruesome enough.
Harry sniffled and waited for Draco to do something, anything that would tell him that he was done.
Draco used a cleaning spell on himself but left Harry in his debauched state. Tucking himself away and refastening his trousers, Draco walked around until he sat on the bed. Harry made quite a disturbing sight like that and it was what his father would see.
Harry sighed when he didn't hear anything, but he did turn his head in the direction of where he felt the bed dip, indicating that Draco was sitting. He pulled at one of the ropes weakly, wondering if Draco would let him loose.
"Potter," Draco did his best to sneer, "it is likely that we may be asked to replay this performance for the Dark Lord himself. He would like the sight of a bound, blind and begging Chosen One."
Harry went still. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. That was different, in front of him was different.
"If he calls to see you," the blond tried to explain in that same tone, "it will be to humiliate you and destroy you."
"When?" he asked, not even recognising his own voice.
"When he wants," Draco snapped. "We live and die at his ... pleasure." He stood up. "I will leave you to consider that. My father waits to hear what I have done to you."
"Fine, whatever," he replied roughly, turning his head away. He pulled at the ropes again, pulling his body more on the bed. It relieved some of the pain in his shoulders, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have to move again.
Draco left, going to find and face his father. He hoped that what they had done would pass or it would all be for nothing.
Harry's head snapped up when the door closed. He struggled with the ropes for a moment, but stopped, too tired to go on. Now all he had to do was wait. He hated waiting. Especially like this; bleeding and exposed. He shivered. He hated it.