Changing Minds in Hard Times

Draco was once again wearing nothing but a towel, surrounded by Order members. They wanted to reexamine his body for other markings. Moody still refused to believe Draco wasn’t a death eater, and Draco refused to admit he was.

So he sat, with his arms crossed, and an expression of disgust on his face. He had to endure being turned from side to side, being poked and prodded, while Moody tested him with spell after spell for any hidden dark marks.

“For the last time, I don’t have the dark mark! I’m not a death eater!”

“So you keep saying, boy. Now hold still so I can see what you’re hiding.”

The blond growled as the crazy Order member dragged him up from the chair, twisted him around, and forced him over the seat of the chair in a position many children who have been spanked know very well. The towel slipped to the floor, leaving the blond man completely naked, with this ass clearly exposed to all the Order members in the room.

“Clearly you faked this mark somehow.” Moody grumbled as he prodded the inch long mark of the Potter crest with his wand.

Draco struggled to get up, fighting against the indignity the man was inflicting on him. “How dare you…” he started, his eyes catching Harry’s as he tried to stand up. Harry was staring at the sight before him, torn between lust and rage that someone besides him was touching Draco in such a way. Of course, he refused to move, in case he let his feelings slip.

Moody held him down, binding Draco’s arms to the legs of the chair so he couldn’t get up again. After tucking his wand into his robes, he began to poke around the mark with his fingers.

“No! Don’t touch it! Nooooooooooooooo!” Draco began to scream as Moody prodded the mark directly. He glanced from the screaming young man writhing against the chair to the mark, and then prodded at it again. Draco’s screaming got louder. Clearly the mark wasn’t meant to be touched by him.

Hermione pushed through the crowd holding an old book, and grabbed Harry’s arm with the other. “Harry! You have to touch his mark! It’s the only way to stop his pain.”

Harry stepped forward, ready to do almost anything to stop the other man’s screaming. “Harry! Wait!” Hermione practically screamed.

“What?” Harry asked, turning back to the bushy haired brunette woman from where he knelt beside the writhing, screaming, naked blond man.

“If you touch his mark, it means you accept him. It means you want him to be your property, and your mate.” She explained loudly, over the screaming.

Harry stared at her. Then he looked back at Draco. The blond had tears running down his cheeks now. He sobbed, twisted against the bonds, and then heaved, throwing up all over the floor.

The brunette grimaced, and wondered if he was ready to accept the blond as his mate. It was clear he wanted Draco, and he knew the Slytherin would probably be up for it, but still…it was a hard decision.

He turned back to Hermione. “So what do we do?”

“The only other way to stop his pain is to knock him out, Harry.”

He nodded and turned back to Draco, pulling his wand out with a flourish. “Stupify!”

Draco stopped screaming. Everyone in the room looked visibly relieved.

Harry released the bonds that tied Draco’s hands to the chair and gently picked up the unconscious, naked blond man and took him to the bed, placing him on it. He cast a quick cleaning spell and then pulled the covers up over Draco.

He turned back to the others.

“No one is EVER to touch him like that again. Do you all understand me?” His eyes seemed to glow with rage.

They all nodded.