Bound by Hatred

DETENTION

He wanted to skip detention, but that horrible new voice in his mind whispered that doing so would rouse suspicion and harm Draco Malfoy, so he found himself walking dutifully to Snape\'s office at seven.

His entire body trembled, and he felt like he was going to sick up into the cauldron Snape set in front of him. The cleaning solution stung his burned flesh, and he had to grit his teeth against the pain.

Harry felt tense and edgy. Each scuff of the professor\'s shoes on the dungeon floor made him jump, and he let out a startled yelp when Snape\'s cold hand clamped abruptly around his wrist.

\"What--\"

\"You still haven\'t gone to the hospital wing,\" Snape said, scowling. He pulled Harry\'s wrists into the light to examine the burned flesh. \"Merlin, I knew you were an idiot, Potter, but I believed you\'d exercise some modicum of common sense at least this one time.\" He sent Harry a dour, scathing look, and released him contemptuously. \"Wait here.\"

Harry waited numbly, his entire body trembling with stress.

Snape returned after a moment with a vial, and he poured a dollop of something thick and gray into Harry\'s palm.

\"Rub that in,\" Snape directed coldly. \"And get back to work.\"

Harry watched Snape\'s dark form retreat, mindlessly rubbing the soothing solution into his hands. He was surprised. He\'d expected Snape to follow through on his threat to make him scrub the cauldron with injured hands.

That was nice of him…

He looked down and saw that his palms were entirely healed. Harry blinked to dispel the sudden sting of tears in his eyes at Snape\'s unexpected kindness.

* * *

Harry had hoped the invisibility cloak would provide some sort of protection, but as soon as he stepped outside of the Potions classroom, he felt a summoning spell tear it from him. His startled cry died on his lips with Draco\'s silencing spell.

Malfoy emerged from the shadows on the other side of the corridor, his wand aloft, a manic grin on his face.

\"I\'ve been looking forward to this all day,\" Draco drawled, eyes glinting maliciously. \"Come on, Potter.\"

Harry remained rooted in place. He might not be able to cast a spell on Draco, but no way in hell would he passively cooperate with the prat just to be raped again.

Draco\'s eyes ran intently over his face, reading his resistance.

\"I told you to get moving, Potter!\"

I can\'t fight him, Harry thought with sudden inspiration. But I sure as hell can run.

He took a sudden, aggressive step towards the other boy. Draco instinctively leapt back, startled.

Harry bolted past him and sprinted down the dark corridor.

Just get back to Gryffindor Tower… Just get back…

He could hear Draco\'s footsteps pounding the floor behind him. A curse narrowly missed his shoulder. His heart beat furiously in his chest, and panic clawed at him like a living entity. He could do it… he could make it--

\"STUPEFY!\"

The curse hit him right between the shoulders, and as Harry tumbled, the world was swallowed in blackness.

* * *

Harry came to lying on his back in one of the dungeon rooms. A sick feeling of dread curled in his stomach when his gaze drifted over to meet Draco\'s predatory gray eyes.

\"I\'m going to kill you for this, Malfoy,\" Harry said coldly, meaning every last word of it.

\"Oh, I rather doubt it,\" Draco replied lazily. \"You see, this isn\'t a temporary thing. It\'s a permanent hex. You\'ll die before you\'ll ever be able to hurt me.\" He took a step closer to the prone boy, and Harry scrambled back.

\"Fuck you, Malfoy!\"

Draco\'s smile widened. \"That\'s rather the point, isn\'t it, scarhead?\"

\"Why are you doing this?\" Harry demanded, voice shaking now. \"I would never do this to you!\"

Draco\'s expression hardened. \"No, you wouldn\'t, would you?\" he spat. \"You\'re too good for something like this, aren\'t you?\" Harry had managed to put a desk between them, and Draco now shoved it carelessly onto its side. \"Come on, now, Potter. You\'re going to suck my cock before I let you out of here tonight.\" His smile was evil, and genuinely delighted. \"Make it easy on yourself and get on your knees.\"

Harry shook his head convulsively, everything itching to smash the smug blonde face before him, knowing that strange web of the spell would hold him back. \"You can\'t make me do anything, Malfoy. I don\'t have to cooperate.\"

Draco cocked his head, a chilling emptiness in his gray eyes. \"I disagree.\"

His fist caught Harry by surprise, sending stars exploding before the brunette\'s vision as he tumbled to the floor. His head cracked on the corner of a desk, and Harry found himself on the ground, utterly disoriented.

Draco\'s foot slammed him in the ribs, then the stomach, knocking the breath out of him.

Harry curled up on the floor, gasping for air. Draco\'s fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head up. Harry\'s legs wouldn’t support him as Draco dragged him across the room and forced him onto his knees.

\"Come on!\" the blonde said gruffly, forcing Harry\'s mouth open and shoving his cock between his lips.

Harry almost retched around the smooth, hard flesh, and tried to pull back; Draco\'s hands in his hair held him in place, and he had no purchase against the unrelenting grip. With an abrupt movement, Draco thrust, gagging him. And thrust again.

He wanted to clamp his teeth down, but the notion vanished even as he realized just how much pain that would cause Draco. His fingers clawed at the other boy\'s thighs, trying to shove him away, trying to dig his nails into his flesh. The spell again stopped him. Draco thrust relentlessly.

Feeling utterly nauseated, Harry tried not to gag as Draco roughly fucked his mouth. He could feel hot tears coursing down his cheeks, and everything in him wanted to scream for help. But here they were, alone in the dark classroom. No one would come.

He was going to throw up. It was almost worse than the previous night… it still hurt, but this time his face was pressed to the other boy\'s groin.

With a shudder, Draco released into his mouth. Fingers clamped over his nose, the boy\'s other hand slinking around the back of Harry\'s head to hold him in place.

\"Swallow.\"

No…

\"Swallow it, scarhead.\" The fingers pinching his nose tightened.

Harry squeezed his eyes tightly shut, fighting the overpowering impulse to give in, to breathe. His head grew light, his vision blackened.

He didn\'t know at just what moment his will crumpled and he gulped the fluid down, but his next moment of awareness came when he was lying on the floor of the classroom, heaving in deep breaths of air, an acrid taste on his tongue.

Several feet away, Draco\'s robes rustled as the boy tucked himself back in, and raked his hand through his sweaty mop of blonde hair.

\"That was fun,\" Draco said in a breathless voice, sending Harry a cruel smirk. \"We should do it again, sometime.\"

Harry lay on the floor long after he\'d left, feeling broken and utterly defeated. He stared up at the darkened ceiling of the classroom, and wondered if he would ever feel anything other than this terrible humiliation again.