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Chapter Seven - Revelations
A/N:Thank you for the revies! :D And mrequecky, he did not really brand him as in burn him, I meant the scars the whipping leaves.
Chapter Seven – Revelations
A few days after everyone had returned, everyone woke up to a brightly shining winter sun. The weather did not reflect the students’ feelings at all. It was a Slytherin-Gryffindor game, and because of the results of the last game, everyone was on edge. Slytherin was furious, and wanted nothing more than revenge. Gryffindor wanted nothing more than to beat them again. All the talk after the last game that they could not win without cheating had them more focused on winning than ever before. Both students and teachers could feel the tension in the air.
When the school went down to the pitch, there was much more noise than usual, and even McGonagall could not calm her students down. The noise continued until the first player could be spotted, when it completely died down. It was so quiet you could hear a twig snap in the Forbidden Forest. It seemed like everyone was holding his or her breath.
Draco really did the best he could. He could not concentrate very well though; seeing as his ass burned from the whipping he received on Christmas day. It still had not healed properly. It did not take long until Harry caught the snitch, ending the game at 170-10. In the midst of the cheering/swearing, no one saw Draco leave. No one but Harry.
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Draco did not want to stay behind. He went for a walk instead, trying to push the anxiety away. He knew Snape would be pissed. Winning the Quidditch Cup meant a lot to him, and now Draco had completely ruined it. He remembered what he had done the last time, and shuddered. He prayed he would not do that again.
An hour later, he returned to the changing room, noticing to his relief that he was alone. He undressed, draped his towel around himself, and was about to head into the showers when he heard something behind him. A mere second later, he had his wand ready and faced the sound.
“Potter, show yourself!” He knew it was Potter. Or rather, he felt certain enough to say it. If he was wrong, there would be no harm done. Draco watched Harry appear as he removed his useful, but to Draco very annoying, cloak. “What the fuck, Potter? Here to gloat about your victory?”
“No. I wanted to see how you were doing. It wasn’t difficult to see you were upset.”
“Because I lost a game, could you please leave now and let me shower?”
“Listen, Draco. I care about you. I don’t know if you haven’t noticed or just don’t care. But no matter what you think it’s the truth, and I’m worried about you. Those wounds on your back are new. Have you been to that room again?”
“Potter, don’t act like you know everything about me just because you accidentally discovered a few things about me. I’ve managed perfectly fine on my own my whole life, without you interfering. And I would prefer it if you didn’t start now.”
“Draco-” But he didn’t have time to say anything more before Draco interrupted him.
“Quiet, someone’s coming!” A second later Harry’s entire body got stiff, and he fell down to the floor like a board. Draco had petrified him, and was now putting the invisibility cloak on top of him, having just enough time to cover him up and return to the bench. Draco was horrified to see Snape enter. Why did he have to come now?
“Hello Draco.”
“Hello Sir.” Draco glanced in Harry’s direction. Luckily, Snape did not see this, due to his own scanning of the room. When he saw that they were alone he returned his gaze to Draco.
“Is that the appropriate way to greet your master?”
Draco saw the anger in his gaze, and immediately dropped to the floor. ‘Fuck Potter,’ he thought. ‘I wont let him get me into more trouble.’ “No, master. I’m sorry master. It’s just..” Draco hesitated.
“Yes?” Snape sounded impatient, and Draco was fairly certain there was no use even asking, but he had to try.
“Could we perhaps do this later, in your room?”
Snape responded by slapping Draco’s face. “You take what I give you, whenever I decide to do it!”
“Yes master, I’m sorry master.”
“Now lose the towel and bend over the bench.“
“Yes, master.” Draco hung his head and went over to the bench. He could not believe he was actually going to have to do this in front of Harry. He wished he would have turned him around, so he was facing the wall instead. Stupidly enough, he had not suspected Snape to come down here. He always waited until nightfall. But now he had come, and Harry would see everything. Draco could not remember being so mortified in his entire life. Soon enough, he stopped thinking about it though.
Snape seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. Only seconds after Draco bent over the bench, Snape slammed himself into Draco without any stretching or lubricant at all. Draco could not help screaming as he felt himself being ripped. It was a long time ago Snape had taken him without preparation, and he had forgotten how much it hurt. Tears streamed down his face when Snape began thrusting.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing up there? You can’t beat those Gryffindor fools even once?” Snape emphasized the ‘once’ with scratching his nails down Draco’s back, opening most of the wounds from Christmas. Draco had enough self-control not to scream again, but he could not stop the tears from streaming down his face nor the whimpers that escaped his mouth. Snape seemed only encouraged by this, and thrust harder. He licked at the blood seeping from the wounds. Draco hissed as he felt Snape push his tongue down into one of the gashes. He wanted nothing more than for this to be over, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was to try to not go crazy from the pain.
After what seemed like forever, Snape turned him over and pushed him down on the ground. He knelt over Draco’s stomach and pushed his bloody dick into Draco’s mouth. Between every thrust he growled at Draco.
“You are mine.”
Thrust.
“My pet.”
Thrust.
“My slave.”
‘Thrust.
“My whore.”
Thrust.
And then he pulled out and came all over Draco’s face and chest. Draco was still crying, and Snape looked down at him in disgust.
“You’re pathetic.” And now Harry knew as well.
Snape cleaned himself up and left, leaving it to Draco to heal up his wounds. It took a while before Draco pulled himself together enough to get up, release Harry from his bond, and enter the shower.
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Harry suddenly found he could move again. He did not, though, for a long time. He could not believe what he had just seen. Sure, he had been suspecting something was off, but he always thought it was something like Draco being in love with Snape and Snape only using him, or something like that. This… This was more than Harry could comprehend. Why did he allow this? Why had he not said something? For how long had it been going on? Why had no one noticed? Why had he not noticed? By the time he heard the showers turn off, he had managed to get himself into a sitting position. It took a while before Draco noticed him.
“What the fuck, Pottter? What are you still doing here?” His voice was unsteady, and his eyes red from all the crying. He wiped at his eyes, and Harry understood he had just stopped crying.
“I’m… I don’t…” Harry did not know what to say. He wanted to fix Draco so badly, to save him and make him happy. He did not know how though.
“You don’t have to say anything. I know I’m pathetic, and disgusting. Just please leave. And please keep it to yourself.”
“What? Draco, why would I think you’re pathetic? Or disgusting?”
Not managing to meet Harry’s eyes Draco looked away. “Isn’t it obvious? Because I let him do… that… to me. Listen, Potter, I don’t want to talk about it. So please leave. Now you know what’s going on, so you can leave me alone and continue with your happy life.”
“No, Draco. You listen to me. I can’t just stop caring about you. And I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. Nevertheless, you will, or I promise I’ll go to The Daily Prophet with this.” Harry hated having to threaten him, but he needed some answers.
“For fucks sake, Potter! You haven’t got a CLUE how hard this is for me!” Draco was staring up to the ceiling, and Harry could see he was fighting off the tears.
“Draco…” Harry held out a hand, not really knowing what to do, but knowing he had to do something.
“NO! I can’t… I can’t cry in front of you again! Please…”
“Draco… Please. Let me help you.”
“God damn it!” Draco had turned away from him, slamming his fist into the wall. Harry could hear it on his voice that he had started crying again. Draco slammed his fist into the wall again and again, all the while crying and cursing. Soon, though, the slamming turned into pats, and then he slid down to the bench, resting his forehead on the wall. Harry, who until then had just watched, figuring he needed the outlet, sat down next to him.
“You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”
A few days after everyone had returned, everyone woke up to a brightly shining winter sun. The weather did not reflect the students’ feelings at all. It was a Slytherin-Gryffindor game, and because of the results of the last game, everyone was on edge. Slytherin was furious, and wanted nothing more than revenge. Gryffindor wanted nothing more than to beat them again. All the talk after the last game that they could not win without cheating had them more focused on winning than ever before. Both students and teachers could feel the tension in the air.
When the school went down to the pitch, there was much more noise than usual, and even McGonagall could not calm her students down. The noise continued until the first player could be spotted, when it completely died down. It was so quiet you could hear a twig snap in the Forbidden Forest. It seemed like everyone was holding his or her breath.
Draco really did the best he could. He could not concentrate very well though; seeing as his ass burned from the whipping he received on Christmas day. It still had not healed properly. It did not take long until Harry caught the snitch, ending the game at 170-10. In the midst of the cheering/swearing, no one saw Draco leave. No one but Harry.
Draco did not want to stay behind. He went for a walk instead, trying to push the anxiety away. He knew Snape would be pissed. Winning the Quidditch Cup meant a lot to him, and now Draco had completely ruined it. He remembered what he had done the last time, and shuddered. He prayed he would not do that again.
An hour later, he returned to the changing room, noticing to his relief that he was alone. He undressed, draped his towel around himself, and was about to head into the showers when he heard something behind him. A mere second later, he had his wand ready and faced the sound.
“Potter, show yourself!” He knew it was Potter. Or rather, he felt certain enough to say it. If he was wrong, there would be no harm done. Draco watched Harry appear as he removed his useful, but to Draco very annoying, cloak. “What the fuck, Potter? Here to gloat about your victory?”
“No. I wanted to see how you were doing. It wasn’t difficult to see you were upset.”
“Because I lost a game, could you please leave now and let me shower?”
“Listen, Draco. I care about you. I don’t know if you haven’t noticed or just don’t care. But no matter what you think it’s the truth, and I’m worried about you. Those wounds on your back are new. Have you been to that room again?”
“Potter, don’t act like you know everything about me just because you accidentally discovered a few things about me. I’ve managed perfectly fine on my own my whole life, without you interfering. And I would prefer it if you didn’t start now.”
“Draco-” But he didn’t have time to say anything more before Draco interrupted him.
“Quiet, someone’s coming!” A second later Harry’s entire body got stiff, and he fell down to the floor like a board. Draco had petrified him, and was now putting the invisibility cloak on top of him, having just enough time to cover him up and return to the bench. Draco was horrified to see Snape enter. Why did he have to come now?
“Hello Draco.”
“Hello Sir.” Draco glanced in Harry’s direction. Luckily, Snape did not see this, due to his own scanning of the room. When he saw that they were alone he returned his gaze to Draco.
“Is that the appropriate way to greet your master?”
Draco saw the anger in his gaze, and immediately dropped to the floor. ‘Fuck Potter,’ he thought. ‘I wont let him get me into more trouble.’ “No, master. I’m sorry master. It’s just..” Draco hesitated.
“Yes?” Snape sounded impatient, and Draco was fairly certain there was no use even asking, but he had to try.
“Could we perhaps do this later, in your room?”
Snape responded by slapping Draco’s face. “You take what I give you, whenever I decide to do it!”
“Yes master, I’m sorry master.”
“Now lose the towel and bend over the bench.“
“Yes, master.” Draco hung his head and went over to the bench. He could not believe he was actually going to have to do this in front of Harry. He wished he would have turned him around, so he was facing the wall instead. Stupidly enough, he had not suspected Snape to come down here. He always waited until nightfall. But now he had come, and Harry would see everything. Draco could not remember being so mortified in his entire life. Soon enough, he stopped thinking about it though.
Snape seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. Only seconds after Draco bent over the bench, Snape slammed himself into Draco without any stretching or lubricant at all. Draco could not help screaming as he felt himself being ripped. It was a long time ago Snape had taken him without preparation, and he had forgotten how much it hurt. Tears streamed down his face when Snape began thrusting.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing up there? You can’t beat those Gryffindor fools even once?” Snape emphasized the ‘once’ with scratching his nails down Draco’s back, opening most of the wounds from Christmas. Draco had enough self-control not to scream again, but he could not stop the tears from streaming down his face nor the whimpers that escaped his mouth. Snape seemed only encouraged by this, and thrust harder. He licked at the blood seeping from the wounds. Draco hissed as he felt Snape push his tongue down into one of the gashes. He wanted nothing more than for this to be over, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was to try to not go crazy from the pain.
After what seemed like forever, Snape turned him over and pushed him down on the ground. He knelt over Draco’s stomach and pushed his bloody dick into Draco’s mouth. Between every thrust he growled at Draco.
“You are mine.”
Thrust.
“My pet.”
Thrust.
“My slave.”
‘Thrust.
“My whore.”
Thrust.
And then he pulled out and came all over Draco’s face and chest. Draco was still crying, and Snape looked down at him in disgust.
“You’re pathetic.” And now Harry knew as well.
Snape cleaned himself up and left, leaving it to Draco to heal up his wounds. It took a while before Draco pulled himself together enough to get up, release Harry from his bond, and enter the shower.
Harry suddenly found he could move again. He did not, though, for a long time. He could not believe what he had just seen. Sure, he had been suspecting something was off, but he always thought it was something like Draco being in love with Snape and Snape only using him, or something like that. This… This was more than Harry could comprehend. Why did he allow this? Why had he not said something? For how long had it been going on? Why had no one noticed? Why had he not noticed? By the time he heard the showers turn off, he had managed to get himself into a sitting position. It took a while before Draco noticed him.
“What the fuck, Pottter? What are you still doing here?” His voice was unsteady, and his eyes red from all the crying. He wiped at his eyes, and Harry understood he had just stopped crying.
“I’m… I don’t…” Harry did not know what to say. He wanted to fix Draco so badly, to save him and make him happy. He did not know how though.
“You don’t have to say anything. I know I’m pathetic, and disgusting. Just please leave. And please keep it to yourself.”
“What? Draco, why would I think you’re pathetic? Or disgusting?”
Not managing to meet Harry’s eyes Draco looked away. “Isn’t it obvious? Because I let him do… that… to me. Listen, Potter, I don’t want to talk about it. So please leave. Now you know what’s going on, so you can leave me alone and continue with your happy life.”
“No, Draco. You listen to me. I can’t just stop caring about you. And I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. Nevertheless, you will, or I promise I’ll go to The Daily Prophet with this.” Harry hated having to threaten him, but he needed some answers.
“For fucks sake, Potter! You haven’t got a CLUE how hard this is for me!” Draco was staring up to the ceiling, and Harry could see he was fighting off the tears.
“Draco…” Harry held out a hand, not really knowing what to do, but knowing he had to do something.
“NO! I can’t… I can’t cry in front of you again! Please…”
“Draco… Please. Let me help you.”
“God damn it!” Draco had turned away from him, slamming his fist into the wall. Harry could hear it on his voice that he had started crying again. Draco slammed his fist into the wall again and again, all the while crying and cursing. Soon, though, the slamming turned into pats, and then he slid down to the bench, resting his forehead on the wall. Harry, who until then had just watched, figuring he needed the outlet, sat down next to him.
“You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”