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Monstrous
Chapter Number/Total: 8/36
Chapter Title: Monstrous
Words: 3325 Words
Several hours later, Draco stood in fine black robes looking down at the sleeping man. He wanted nothing more than to climb in bed with him and hold him, which was impossible now.
Harry slept on, finally getting the rest he badly needed.
Draco looked around the room, thinking. Most of the others were busy preparing. Did he dare take a risk? They might both be dead in a few hours. He nodded. He locked and spelled the room so they couldn't be spied on, then he took his outer robe off and laid it across the nearest chair before sitting on the side of the bed. He reached a hand out, gently stroking his lover's hair.
Harry sighed deeply and turned his head, the gentle touch waking him up. "Draco?" he mumbled sleepily, blinking open his eyes. No, he still couldn't see. It was worth the try, he guessed.
"Yes," the blond answered quietly, "and we are alone, for the moment."
"For how long?" he asked.
"I have set spells, but I don't know how long before they come for us. Maybe an hour?" he said.
"Okay. How're you doing?" he asked, his voice still scratchy from sleep and usage.
"You are the one who was tortured," Draco replied. He vanished the ropes with a flick of his wand. "Can you sit up?"
Harry nodded bravely, moving onto his side before he attempted to sit up. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his muscles stretched, causing the pain from his wounds to reawaken.
"I can't heal them," Draco said. "Can you drink water from there?" He picked up the glass, watching Harry anxiously.
"Yes, thank you," he replied quietly, feeling small tremors run through his body.
Draco leaned over him, holding the water glass to Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth, slowly reaching up and tipping the cup, drinking a bit.
Draco steadied him with his other hand, helping him drink, then set the glass aside. "I would offer you food," he said, "but I wouldn't recommend it."
"I'm fine," he answered, running his fingers over the sheets of the bed. "The water was fine."
"You still intend to go through with this?" Draco asked quietly.
"Even if I didn't -- I don't think I have a choice in the matter, Draco," he said, wanting to lie down again.
"Having me do this to you, are you sure you prefer ...." He trailed off.
"Prefer what?"
"They will want me to put on a show, to do things to you in front of them," he said.
Harry nodded, slowly falling over on his side. "I know."
"It does mean you will get close to him though," Draco said, "and I can hand you my wand then. Can you do magic without being able to see?"
"With my scar, I'd be able to feel how close he is ... I'm sure I can do it," Harry replied, rubbing his fingers over his scar when he thought of it.
Draco reached a hand out, laying it along Harry's cheek.
Harry laid his hand over Draco's, sighing. "When this is all done, I want to go flying with you," he whispered.
"Harry," Draco said quietly, "you don't have to pretend you still want me."
"I'm not pretending," he answered, looking confused.
"But now that you know ..." Draco said.
"That's not your fault -- none of that is," he replied quickly, looking angry.
"Not just then," Draco said, voice barely audible.
Harry's face softened. "I ... I don't hold that against you," he whispered.
Draco watched him, trying to tell if he was sincere. He certainly seemed so, and Harry had never been a good liar. "Flying with you sounds wonderful," he finally said.
Harry smiled for the first time in a long while. "Great, I can't wait."
Draco ran his fingers gently through Harry's thick hair. That smile made his heart ache.
"Just ... just stay with me like this until they come," Harry murmured, his eyes closing again.
Draco lay down beside him, continuing to stroke his face and hair. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." He breathed in deeply, moving a bit closer to Draco. "I think ... can I sleep for a bit?"
"Just a little while," Draco said, kissing his forehead.
"Okay." He leaned close and kissed what he thought was Draco's cheek before he lay back and relaxed into sleep again.
It was almost more painful watching Harry sleep, knowing what was coming. He wished he could spare him. Harry would not approve of taking his own life instead of fighting, so Draco knew he couldn't do it either.
***
Finally, it was time. He leaned in, laying a gentle kiss on those sleeping lips. "Time, Harry," he said.
Harry didn't want to wake up completely when he heard him, but he did, slowly opening his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them. "Already?"
Draco nodded, sitting back up. "You need to remember to obey me," Draco ordered, feeling almost shy about it.
"I will," he stayed lying down, almost sure he was going to get tied up again.
"Stand up now. I need to put restraints and a collar on you," Draco said. "We will be going to His hall."
Harry forced himself to slip out of the bed, standing on wobbly legs. "Go on."
Draco flicked his wand, locking the collar in place. Then the wrist and ankle cuffs -- metal that could only be unlocked with the right spell. He was trembling a bit by the time he was done.
Harry kept his breathing at a normal pace even though his heart sped up. He felt even more vulnerable like this, especially since he knew they'd be in a new place.
"You remember the word?" Draco asked.
"Hippogriff," he whispered, not intending on using it anyway.
Draco nodded, then remembered Harry couldn't see it. "Good," he said and then stepped back, taking several deep breaths before dropping the cloaking charms on the room. He had attached a leash to the collar, knowing that it would please the Death Eaters. "Come, Potter," he said, and led them from the room.
Harry stumbled a bit, not used to being pulled by a leash. He fought the urge to tell him to take off the collar, figuring that was the least of his problems.
Draco led Harry through the halls until he stood at the door to the hall where Voldemort and his favourites were celebrating. He took several deep breaths to calm himself and then opened the door, leading Potter into the room. He walked directly to the centre of the "staging" area and then said to Potter, "kneel."
Harry heard the chatter before they entered, feeling like his nerves were trying to get the best of him, but there was no turning back now. When they finally entered, he noticed how quiet the room had become. He knelt when Draco told him to, the position making him feel vulnerable again.
Draco knelt, as well, his head bowed waiting for acknowledgement.
"Yess," Voldemort hissed, "your father says you have entertainment for us, young Malfoy." There was laughter and a few lewd comments from the others.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco said, still on one knee.
Harry began to feel it when he spoke up. He hissed quietly and let his head hang more, pain starting in his scar before running through his head like the beginnings of a bad headache.
"The Boy Who Lived," Voldemort sneered. "Did you appreciate my gift to you, Draco?"
"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered, "and I hope I have done well."
"Show us then," Voldemort hissed.
Harry gritted his teeth, trying to listen to them over the pain.
Draco nodded, getting to his feet and then pulling roughly on Harry's leash. "Stand and turn around," he commanded.
It took Harry a moment, but he got up with a groan, turning around for him.
"Spread your legs apart and your arms above your head," Draco commanded. He was sickened by the unconcealed lust and hunger in the other faces in the room. There were appreciative murmurs at the damage done to Potter's backside.
Harry heard them, and he nearly growled, keeping his arms where they were. However, he thought about what Draco said earlier, and he slowly lifted them above his head, spreading his legs as he did so.
"My Lord, do we all get to play with the toy?" Bellatrix crooned.
Draco did his best to be dispassionate, giving her only a cold stare.
Harry stilled at the voice. Bellatrix. His hands clenched into fists as he scowled, wishing he had a wand on him right now. He'd kill her in a second.
There was laughter at his reaction.
"He doesn't seem so tame, dear Draco," she teased.
"He will obey me," Draco answered calmly.
Every time she spoke, Harry's anger went up a notch. He was clenching his hands so tightly that he was sure there were going to be marks.
"He does look tasty," the gravelled voice of Fenrir added.
"Ah, but we offered Malfoy a reward. Let him entertain us," Voldemort hissed.
Harry made a disgusted face, shaking his head. Who were these people, he thought, wishing he could recognise more than Voldemort and Bellatrix.
Draco drew his wand and cast. The cuffs at Harry's ankles and wrists suddenly attached to chains suspended from a frame so that it pulled him up onto the balls of his feet and pulled taut.
Harry moaned suddenly, tipping forward a bit before he had to pull himself back in order to keep balance. He could already feel the pain in his shoulders and calves.
Draco turned his focus to Potter's suspended body, trying to ignore those watching and remember what he had to do. He had to make the man he loved scream in pain -- to suffer. Bile rose in his throat, but he tried not to show anything in his face.
He drew a small whip from his robe pocket. It was thin and short enough to use effectively in the confined space. It would leave bloody, stinging welts. He flicked it a couple times, to the appreciative smirks of his audience at the snapping sound.
Harry jumped at the sound; each time it snapped it scared him, not knowing when he was going to get hit with it.
The others laughed at Potter's reaction. Draco stepped back and landed the first blow on the centre of the man's chest.
Harry cried out, genuinely surprised.
Draco stepped closer, reaching a hand out to run soft fingers over Potter's nipples and watching his body react to the contrast.
Harry bit his lip as he tried to back away from the fingers, the touch too sensitive on his skin.
There was laughter as Harry tried to move and found himself bound too tightly. Draco's fingers ran circles around the hardening points and the small hairs near them.
Harry's face flushed in shame as he heard the laughter. He tried to push away the tiny bit of pleasure that sparked in his body just from his nipples.
Draco stepped back and laid several lashes across Harry's chest, just below those nipples.
Whimpering, Harry jumped and arched with every hit, tears springing to his eyes.
Draco continued to lash his chest, leaving bleeding stripes covering Harry's chest -- except his nipples.
The tears slipped out his eyes before he could stop them, the pain taking over his mind. It felt like his entire chest was on fire, the warm blood covering it and slipping down.
"Do you want me to stop, Potter?" Draco asked, his fingers smoothing over his damaged skin.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling badly.
"Beg," Draco sneered, his fingers playing over those still unharmed nipples.
"Please," he whimpered, more tears slipping out of his eyes at the admission.
"Please what?" he asked as his fingers pulled gently at that sensitive flesh.
"Please stop!" he said, trying to hold back the sob in his throat.
"Lovely," Voldemort commented. Draco kept his back turned, not wanting to see the looks on the faces of the audience. "So, Potter, would you rather I continued whipping you or ...."
"Anything else, please," he said quietly, hoping only Draco could hear him.
"Anything?" Draco sneered, twisting Harry's nipples.
"Please ..." he sobbed, still trying to pull away in the ropes.
He lifted his wand and flicked it. The ropes that held Potter disappeared, dropping him to the floor.
Harry hit the ground with a loud grunt, his leg somehow bending strangely beneath him. He moaned and tried to get up on his hands and knees, but fell again when he was too weak.
"On your knees, Potter," Draco snapped, his hands fisted as he held himself back. He couldn't break now. He glanced up. The others had been drinking and looked relaxed. If Harry could just make it through this.
Harry didn't hear Draco through the rush of blood in his head, his cheek pressed against the cold floor.
"Get up, on your knees!" Draco barked at Potter.
Harry shook his head and shifted, slowly pulling his body up. He sat back on his heels, keeping his head down.
This was the part of the "show" that had Draco the most nervous. He wasn't sure he could do this with the others watching. It was one thing to pretend rape with the man in private. But here, with a dozen of the worst Death Eaters watching, the thought was making him queasy.
There were laughs and obscene comments at the sight of Potter on his knees, and Draco had no doubts as to what they wanted. He took a deep breath and stepped in front of Harry. Draco had dressed so that he could easily get his cock out but remain clothed. "You know how to do this by now," he sneered. "Be a good whore and suck me."
Laying his hands on his thighs, Harry opened his mouth and leaned forward, waiting for him. He could ignore the laughs and comments if he concentrated.
Draco wasn't hard, and that could be a problem. He focused on Harry, thinking of how wonderful this would be under better conditions. He rubbed the head of his cock against those lips.
Harry shifted a bit closer, sucking Draco's cock into his mouth. He was soft, and this was new to Harry. He quickly began to move his tongue around the head, sucking as hard as he could.
Draco gasped at the feeling and reached out, entangling the fingers of his left hand in Harry's hair. Soft endearments tumbled in his mind, but he pushed them back, forcing himself to focus only on the physical sensations as his cock hardened.
Harry slowly began to bob his head, hoping he could keep this going at his own pace. He heard someone yell out a comment and his hands clenched into fists, his rhythm faltering.
"Fuck him, Malfoy!" sneered one of them.
Draco faltered too. He thrust a few times, hard, so as to not look weak in front of the others, then pulled back, shoving Potter to the floor.
Harry fell back on the ground, coughing from his last few hard thrusts. He sighed and curled up a bit on the floor. He knew what was next, and he was sure that this was going to be hardest to endure.
Draco didn't dare hesitate or he would loose his erection as well as his nerve. He grabbed Harry by the hair again and hauled him up, standing him and bending him over a bench that had been set up.
"Ow," Harry whispered to himself, feeling the sharp edges of the bench digging into his hips.
"Tell me what a whore you are, Potter," Draco growled. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
Harry bit his lip, shaking his head and swallowing. "I ... I ...." He opened and closed his mouth a few times, not really wanting to say it, but he knew he had to.
"Beg me for it," Draco snarled, pulling his hair harder.
Harry bit his lip harder. "I ... want you to ... fuck me," he finally got out, flushing again.
Their audience roared with approval and jokes about the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-whore. Draco took a chance and did a lube spell on his hand, slicking himself quickly and then shoved in hard and deep.
Harry didn't have a chance to be more humiliated as Draco unexpectedly thrust inside of him. He let out a strangled moan, his muscles spasming as he tried to get used to the feeling.
Draco moaned too at the tight feel of Harry's body clutching his cock. He forced himself to open his eyes and glance at Voldemort. Thrusting steadily, he leaned over Harry, so that it looked like he was just pressing him hard. He turned his head so that could press his face against Harry's ear. "He has set down his wand," he whispered in the other man's ear.
Harry's eyes opened and he let out a pained moan that was more for show as he turned his head so that he was facing Draco. "Is he in front of us?" he whispered as quietly as he could, wondering how he managed to speak so steadily with what was happening.
"No, left," Draco whispered, not pausing as he tried to keep up the show. "Could you Summon it?" he asked.
Harry gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and picturing exactly where he would be. "Yes, I only have one chance," he mumbled.
Draco gasped against his ear as he fucked him. It was difficult to concentrate. "Your word, use it when," he whispered.
Harry paused for a moment, keeping silent as Draco went on. "Okay," he murmured, gripping the edge of the bench. "Tell me ... when he looks more relaxed."
The last thing Draco wanted was to really look at what Voldemort was doing with his hands. The Dark Lord was certainly distracted if not actually relaxed. Draco tried to steady himself, thrusting still, but not feeling any closer to coming. The Dark Lord seemed to be enjoying it more than he was. Draco made sure he had his own wand ready, knowing he would have to cover Harry while he acted. "Any ... time," he rasped.
Harry leaned forward on his forearms, wondering when he was able to easily block out what was going on around him and even inside him. He waited another moment before he took a deep breath, gripping the bench again. This was it. He took a few more deep breaths before he made up his mind. 'Accio Voldemort's Wand,' he thought, focusing and putting all of his energy into the spell.
Harry gasped when the wand landed in his hand with a smack. He heard everything go deathly silent and still and it almost felt like everything after that went in slow motion. He rose up, managing to throw Draco off of him as he turned to the left, the pain in his scar telling him that he was going in the right direction. He pointed the wand and stood up straight, the adrenaline making him forget about the pain in his body.
"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, feeling the force of the spell leave his body in a rush. Even blind, he saw green as he collapsed.
Draco felt Harry tense and his magic flare. When Harry shoved him back, he gasped at the sensation of being forced out but recovered enough not to fall, staggering instead. He turned and prepared to fire at anyone who drew their wand. He hit his aunt before she was able to fire, but he missed Fenrir coming over the table at him and pinning him to the ground.
Harry had Summoned Voldemort's wand, and the monster literally died before he realised what had hit him.
Chapter Title: Monstrous
Words: 3325 Words
Several hours later, Draco stood in fine black robes looking down at the sleeping man. He wanted nothing more than to climb in bed with him and hold him, which was impossible now.
Harry slept on, finally getting the rest he badly needed.
Draco looked around the room, thinking. Most of the others were busy preparing. Did he dare take a risk? They might both be dead in a few hours. He nodded. He locked and spelled the room so they couldn't be spied on, then he took his outer robe off and laid it across the nearest chair before sitting on the side of the bed. He reached a hand out, gently stroking his lover's hair.
Harry sighed deeply and turned his head, the gentle touch waking him up. "Draco?" he mumbled sleepily, blinking open his eyes. No, he still couldn't see. It was worth the try, he guessed.
"Yes," the blond answered quietly, "and we are alone, for the moment."
"For how long?" he asked.
"I have set spells, but I don't know how long before they come for us. Maybe an hour?" he said.
"Okay. How're you doing?" he asked, his voice still scratchy from sleep and usage.
"You are the one who was tortured," Draco replied. He vanished the ropes with a flick of his wand. "Can you sit up?"
Harry nodded bravely, moving onto his side before he attempted to sit up. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his muscles stretched, causing the pain from his wounds to reawaken.
"I can't heal them," Draco said. "Can you drink water from there?" He picked up the glass, watching Harry anxiously.
"Yes, thank you," he replied quietly, feeling small tremors run through his body.
Draco leaned over him, holding the water glass to Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth, slowly reaching up and tipping the cup, drinking a bit.
Draco steadied him with his other hand, helping him drink, then set the glass aside. "I would offer you food," he said, "but I wouldn't recommend it."
"I'm fine," he answered, running his fingers over the sheets of the bed. "The water was fine."
"You still intend to go through with this?" Draco asked quietly.
"Even if I didn't -- I don't think I have a choice in the matter, Draco," he said, wanting to lie down again.
"Having me do this to you, are you sure you prefer ...." He trailed off.
"Prefer what?"
"They will want me to put on a show, to do things to you in front of them," he said.
Harry nodded, slowly falling over on his side. "I know."
"It does mean you will get close to him though," Draco said, "and I can hand you my wand then. Can you do magic without being able to see?"
"With my scar, I'd be able to feel how close he is ... I'm sure I can do it," Harry replied, rubbing his fingers over his scar when he thought of it.
Draco reached a hand out, laying it along Harry's cheek.
Harry laid his hand over Draco's, sighing. "When this is all done, I want to go flying with you," he whispered.
"Harry," Draco said quietly, "you don't have to pretend you still want me."
"I'm not pretending," he answered, looking confused.
"But now that you know ..." Draco said.
"That's not your fault -- none of that is," he replied quickly, looking angry.
"Not just then," Draco said, voice barely audible.
Harry's face softened. "I ... I don't hold that against you," he whispered.
Draco watched him, trying to tell if he was sincere. He certainly seemed so, and Harry had never been a good liar. "Flying with you sounds wonderful," he finally said.
Harry smiled for the first time in a long while. "Great, I can't wait."
Draco ran his fingers gently through Harry's thick hair. That smile made his heart ache.
"Just ... just stay with me like this until they come," Harry murmured, his eyes closing again.
Draco lay down beside him, continuing to stroke his face and hair. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." He breathed in deeply, moving a bit closer to Draco. "I think ... can I sleep for a bit?"
"Just a little while," Draco said, kissing his forehead.
"Okay." He leaned close and kissed what he thought was Draco's cheek before he lay back and relaxed into sleep again.
It was almost more painful watching Harry sleep, knowing what was coming. He wished he could spare him. Harry would not approve of taking his own life instead of fighting, so Draco knew he couldn't do it either.
***
Finally, it was time. He leaned in, laying a gentle kiss on those sleeping lips. "Time, Harry," he said.
Harry didn't want to wake up completely when he heard him, but he did, slowly opening his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them. "Already?"
Draco nodded, sitting back up. "You need to remember to obey me," Draco ordered, feeling almost shy about it.
"I will," he stayed lying down, almost sure he was going to get tied up again.
"Stand up now. I need to put restraints and a collar on you," Draco said. "We will be going to His hall."
Harry forced himself to slip out of the bed, standing on wobbly legs. "Go on."
Draco flicked his wand, locking the collar in place. Then the wrist and ankle cuffs -- metal that could only be unlocked with the right spell. He was trembling a bit by the time he was done.
Harry kept his breathing at a normal pace even though his heart sped up. He felt even more vulnerable like this, especially since he knew they'd be in a new place.
"You remember the word?" Draco asked.
"Hippogriff," he whispered, not intending on using it anyway.
Draco nodded, then remembered Harry couldn't see it. "Good," he said and then stepped back, taking several deep breaths before dropping the cloaking charms on the room. He had attached a leash to the collar, knowing that it would please the Death Eaters. "Come, Potter," he said, and led them from the room.
Harry stumbled a bit, not used to being pulled by a leash. He fought the urge to tell him to take off the collar, figuring that was the least of his problems.
Draco led Harry through the halls until he stood at the door to the hall where Voldemort and his favourites were celebrating. He took several deep breaths to calm himself and then opened the door, leading Potter into the room. He walked directly to the centre of the "staging" area and then said to Potter, "kneel."
Harry heard the chatter before they entered, feeling like his nerves were trying to get the best of him, but there was no turning back now. When they finally entered, he noticed how quiet the room had become. He knelt when Draco told him to, the position making him feel vulnerable again.
Draco knelt, as well, his head bowed waiting for acknowledgement.
"Yess," Voldemort hissed, "your father says you have entertainment for us, young Malfoy." There was laughter and a few lewd comments from the others.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco said, still on one knee.
Harry began to feel it when he spoke up. He hissed quietly and let his head hang more, pain starting in his scar before running through his head like the beginnings of a bad headache.
"The Boy Who Lived," Voldemort sneered. "Did you appreciate my gift to you, Draco?"
"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered, "and I hope I have done well."
"Show us then," Voldemort hissed.
Harry gritted his teeth, trying to listen to them over the pain.
Draco nodded, getting to his feet and then pulling roughly on Harry's leash. "Stand and turn around," he commanded.
It took Harry a moment, but he got up with a groan, turning around for him.
"Spread your legs apart and your arms above your head," Draco commanded. He was sickened by the unconcealed lust and hunger in the other faces in the room. There were appreciative murmurs at the damage done to Potter's backside.
Harry heard them, and he nearly growled, keeping his arms where they were. However, he thought about what Draco said earlier, and he slowly lifted them above his head, spreading his legs as he did so.
"My Lord, do we all get to play with the toy?" Bellatrix crooned.
Draco did his best to be dispassionate, giving her only a cold stare.
Harry stilled at the voice. Bellatrix. His hands clenched into fists as he scowled, wishing he had a wand on him right now. He'd kill her in a second.
There was laughter at his reaction.
"He doesn't seem so tame, dear Draco," she teased.
"He will obey me," Draco answered calmly.
Every time she spoke, Harry's anger went up a notch. He was clenching his hands so tightly that he was sure there were going to be marks.
"He does look tasty," the gravelled voice of Fenrir added.
"Ah, but we offered Malfoy a reward. Let him entertain us," Voldemort hissed.
Harry made a disgusted face, shaking his head. Who were these people, he thought, wishing he could recognise more than Voldemort and Bellatrix.
Draco drew his wand and cast. The cuffs at Harry's ankles and wrists suddenly attached to chains suspended from a frame so that it pulled him up onto the balls of his feet and pulled taut.
Harry moaned suddenly, tipping forward a bit before he had to pull himself back in order to keep balance. He could already feel the pain in his shoulders and calves.
Draco turned his focus to Potter's suspended body, trying to ignore those watching and remember what he had to do. He had to make the man he loved scream in pain -- to suffer. Bile rose in his throat, but he tried not to show anything in his face.
He drew a small whip from his robe pocket. It was thin and short enough to use effectively in the confined space. It would leave bloody, stinging welts. He flicked it a couple times, to the appreciative smirks of his audience at the snapping sound.
Harry jumped at the sound; each time it snapped it scared him, not knowing when he was going to get hit with it.
The others laughed at Potter's reaction. Draco stepped back and landed the first blow on the centre of the man's chest.
Harry cried out, genuinely surprised.
Draco stepped closer, reaching a hand out to run soft fingers over Potter's nipples and watching his body react to the contrast.
Harry bit his lip as he tried to back away from the fingers, the touch too sensitive on his skin.
There was laughter as Harry tried to move and found himself bound too tightly. Draco's fingers ran circles around the hardening points and the small hairs near them.
Harry's face flushed in shame as he heard the laughter. He tried to push away the tiny bit of pleasure that sparked in his body just from his nipples.
Draco stepped back and laid several lashes across Harry's chest, just below those nipples.
Whimpering, Harry jumped and arched with every hit, tears springing to his eyes.
Draco continued to lash his chest, leaving bleeding stripes covering Harry's chest -- except his nipples.
The tears slipped out his eyes before he could stop them, the pain taking over his mind. It felt like his entire chest was on fire, the warm blood covering it and slipping down.
"Do you want me to stop, Potter?" Draco asked, his fingers smoothing over his damaged skin.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling badly.
"Beg," Draco sneered, his fingers playing over those still unharmed nipples.
"Please," he whimpered, more tears slipping out of his eyes at the admission.
"Please what?" he asked as his fingers pulled gently at that sensitive flesh.
"Please stop!" he said, trying to hold back the sob in his throat.
"Lovely," Voldemort commented. Draco kept his back turned, not wanting to see the looks on the faces of the audience. "So, Potter, would you rather I continued whipping you or ...."
"Anything else, please," he said quietly, hoping only Draco could hear him.
"Anything?" Draco sneered, twisting Harry's nipples.
"Please ..." he sobbed, still trying to pull away in the ropes.
He lifted his wand and flicked it. The ropes that held Potter disappeared, dropping him to the floor.
Harry hit the ground with a loud grunt, his leg somehow bending strangely beneath him. He moaned and tried to get up on his hands and knees, but fell again when he was too weak.
"On your knees, Potter," Draco snapped, his hands fisted as he held himself back. He couldn't break now. He glanced up. The others had been drinking and looked relaxed. If Harry could just make it through this.
Harry didn't hear Draco through the rush of blood in his head, his cheek pressed against the cold floor.
"Get up, on your knees!" Draco barked at Potter.
Harry shook his head and shifted, slowly pulling his body up. He sat back on his heels, keeping his head down.
This was the part of the "show" that had Draco the most nervous. He wasn't sure he could do this with the others watching. It was one thing to pretend rape with the man in private. But here, with a dozen of the worst Death Eaters watching, the thought was making him queasy.
There were laughs and obscene comments at the sight of Potter on his knees, and Draco had no doubts as to what they wanted. He took a deep breath and stepped in front of Harry. Draco had dressed so that he could easily get his cock out but remain clothed. "You know how to do this by now," he sneered. "Be a good whore and suck me."
Laying his hands on his thighs, Harry opened his mouth and leaned forward, waiting for him. He could ignore the laughs and comments if he concentrated.
Draco wasn't hard, and that could be a problem. He focused on Harry, thinking of how wonderful this would be under better conditions. He rubbed the head of his cock against those lips.
Harry shifted a bit closer, sucking Draco's cock into his mouth. He was soft, and this was new to Harry. He quickly began to move his tongue around the head, sucking as hard as he could.
Draco gasped at the feeling and reached out, entangling the fingers of his left hand in Harry's hair. Soft endearments tumbled in his mind, but he pushed them back, forcing himself to focus only on the physical sensations as his cock hardened.
Harry slowly began to bob his head, hoping he could keep this going at his own pace. He heard someone yell out a comment and his hands clenched into fists, his rhythm faltering.
"Fuck him, Malfoy!" sneered one of them.
Draco faltered too. He thrust a few times, hard, so as to not look weak in front of the others, then pulled back, shoving Potter to the floor.
Harry fell back on the ground, coughing from his last few hard thrusts. He sighed and curled up a bit on the floor. He knew what was next, and he was sure that this was going to be hardest to endure.
Draco didn't dare hesitate or he would loose his erection as well as his nerve. He grabbed Harry by the hair again and hauled him up, standing him and bending him over a bench that had been set up.
"Ow," Harry whispered to himself, feeling the sharp edges of the bench digging into his hips.
"Tell me what a whore you are, Potter," Draco growled. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
Harry bit his lip, shaking his head and swallowing. "I ... I ...." He opened and closed his mouth a few times, not really wanting to say it, but he knew he had to.
"Beg me for it," Draco snarled, pulling his hair harder.
Harry bit his lip harder. "I ... want you to ... fuck me," he finally got out, flushing again.
Their audience roared with approval and jokes about the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-whore. Draco took a chance and did a lube spell on his hand, slicking himself quickly and then shoved in hard and deep.
Harry didn't have a chance to be more humiliated as Draco unexpectedly thrust inside of him. He let out a strangled moan, his muscles spasming as he tried to get used to the feeling.
Draco moaned too at the tight feel of Harry's body clutching his cock. He forced himself to open his eyes and glance at Voldemort. Thrusting steadily, he leaned over Harry, so that it looked like he was just pressing him hard. He turned his head so that could press his face against Harry's ear. "He has set down his wand," he whispered in the other man's ear.
Harry's eyes opened and he let out a pained moan that was more for show as he turned his head so that he was facing Draco. "Is he in front of us?" he whispered as quietly as he could, wondering how he managed to speak so steadily with what was happening.
"No, left," Draco whispered, not pausing as he tried to keep up the show. "Could you Summon it?" he asked.
Harry gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and picturing exactly where he would be. "Yes, I only have one chance," he mumbled.
Draco gasped against his ear as he fucked him. It was difficult to concentrate. "Your word, use it when," he whispered.
Harry paused for a moment, keeping silent as Draco went on. "Okay," he murmured, gripping the edge of the bench. "Tell me ... when he looks more relaxed."
The last thing Draco wanted was to really look at what Voldemort was doing with his hands. The Dark Lord was certainly distracted if not actually relaxed. Draco tried to steady himself, thrusting still, but not feeling any closer to coming. The Dark Lord seemed to be enjoying it more than he was. Draco made sure he had his own wand ready, knowing he would have to cover Harry while he acted. "Any ... time," he rasped.
Harry leaned forward on his forearms, wondering when he was able to easily block out what was going on around him and even inside him. He waited another moment before he took a deep breath, gripping the bench again. This was it. He took a few more deep breaths before he made up his mind. 'Accio Voldemort's Wand,' he thought, focusing and putting all of his energy into the spell.
Harry gasped when the wand landed in his hand with a smack. He heard everything go deathly silent and still and it almost felt like everything after that went in slow motion. He rose up, managing to throw Draco off of him as he turned to the left, the pain in his scar telling him that he was going in the right direction. He pointed the wand and stood up straight, the adrenaline making him forget about the pain in his body.
"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, feeling the force of the spell leave his body in a rush. Even blind, he saw green as he collapsed.
Draco felt Harry tense and his magic flare. When Harry shoved him back, he gasped at the sensation of being forced out but recovered enough not to fall, staggering instead. He turned and prepared to fire at anyone who drew their wand. He hit his aunt before she was able to fire, but he missed Fenrir coming over the table at him and pinning him to the ground.
Harry had Summoned Voldemort's wand, and the monster literally died before he realised what had hit him.