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Entertaining Death
Chapter Number/Total: 8/20
Chapter Title: Entertaining Death
Words: 3560 Words
They managed the next couple hours of listening to the other Death Eaters discuss the latest events – namely, which of Harry's people had been captured and killed, and the takeover of the Ministry.
Harry tried his best not to listen, his heart feeling heavy with the deaths of so many people he had known. He should've been out there to help, but he was here. Harry was a failure. He had let everyone down and they were dying because of it.
Finally, a low bell rang and a couple dozen Death Eaters made their way into the large formal dining room. It was set in a large square U formation – chairs only on the outside, so that everyone faced inward to the space in the middle. Voldemort sat at the head, of course.
As they walked inside Harry glanced around at the Death Eaters, noticing a few faces without the masks. He wished he had a wand. He might die, but at least he could die trying. Harry took his place next to Draco's chair, a little closer than usual.
Draco frowned. "Sit by the wall behind me," he told Potter.
Harry nodded slowly, moving back to sit against the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
There were a lot of lewd and disgusting comments made about Potter, but Draco ignored them. He didn't appreciate being the centre of unwanted attention. He tried to force himself to eat. Finally most of the meal was over and Draco could stop eating without looking impolite. His momentary sense of relief was washed away when the Dark Lord spoke directly to him.
"Now, Malfoy, it is time you showed us more of your toy," he hissed.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered, standing and moving to walk around the table to the centre area.
Harry swallowed and got up, looking up briefly just so he could follow Draco around the table and into the area.
Draco set a slow pace, glad that Potter crawled immediately after him. He cast a subtle Excita Charm on himself while attention was on the other man. The spell would ensure his erection no matter what. He had used it the night of the ritual as well. He wasn't comfortable being watched like this.
Harry stopped and knelt in front of Draco when he stopped walking, still keeping his face down. He was scared and he could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest.
"To whom do you belong?" Draco asked with a sneer.
"You, Master," Harry answered quietly, his voice quivering.
"Tell me the rules you must obey," Draco snapped.
"I am to do what I am told," Harry started, but his mind went blank after that. He knew there were more, and he knew he was obeying them, but to remember and say them out loud Harry couldn't seem to manage.
As soon as he didn't speak again Harry felt the pain jerk up his spine, making him cry out as he fell to the floor.
There was a murmur of approval at this and Draco forced himself to wait for several moments. "Order countermanded," he said. Then to the others, "His memory is not very good and he has to be punished regularly."
Harry was panting as he tried and failed to push himself up to his knees again, feeling shaky.
"You wear no clothes, and kneel at my feet unless told otherwise," Draco corrected. There were other provisions such as swallowing his seed but he chose not to reveal that to the others unless he had to. "On your knees," he snapped.
"I forgot," Harry whispered softly, barely even audible to his own ears. He got up onto his knees, forcing himself not to fall over again.
Draco bowed toward the Dark Lord. "What is your wish, my Lord?" he asked.
Harry's eyes slowly closed shut as he waited for Voldemort to speak. It was like waiting for death. Harry supposed in the grand scheme, he actually was.
"Bring him to me," Voldemort commanded. He waved a hand and the table between them disappeared.
Harry opened his eyes wide, almost reaching out to beg Draco to not take him anywhere. He would rather do anything with Draco, anything, than go near Voldemort.
Draco's heart sped up. He hadn't expected that. He expected to beat and rape Harry for the Dark Lord. But not share him. "Crawl to our Master, Potter," he commanded.
Harry bit his lip so he wouldn't say anything. He slowly crawled towards Voldemort, his heart beating madly in his chest. The closer he got, the more his scar hurt, and when he stopped to kneel in front of him, Harry had a headache. But he knew it would get worse.
Draco stood where he was, unwilling to go any closer to the Dark Lord than required. He was terrified of him. And worried that if the monster looked into his eyes, he would see what Draco really thought of him.
Voldemort sat forward in his chair, reaching to cup Harry's chin in his talon-like hands. He pulled Harry’s face until Harry was forced to sit up on his knees.
Harry gritted his teeth and tried not to lean back, looking down at the floor rather than into his eyes.
Voldemort lifted Harry's chin, eyes narrowed as he looked at him. "Are you enjoying your servitude, Harry?" he asked.
Harry didn't know how to answer. If he said yes, he'd be lying, and if he said no, he would probably be punished. So he said nothing at all.
Voldemort laughed, an odd hissing sound. The snake, Nagini, was wrapped around the base of his chair and now slid against Harry's legs.
Harry jerked at the touch, his legs moving away. He wanted to look to see what it was, but he couldn't, not with his chin in Voldemort's grasp.
Nagini flicked her tongue against Harry's buttocks as Voldemort's grip on his chin tightened.
Draco stood straight, his face a mask of indifference, but his hands curled into fists as he watched.
Harry tensed, not knowing what was going to happen. For a moment he wondered if he could tell the snake to attack Voldemort instead, but then he remembered that the Dark Lord was a Parselmouth as well and the snake probably the last of the Horcruxes. It was ironic that they had managed to destroy the others without being found out only to be defeated anyway. Too much time spent on them had given the Dark Lord the opportunity to build his power base.
The snake wound around Harry's legs now so that it held him in its coils, dry scales sliding against the naked skin of Harry's thighs.
Harry tried to move, only to notice the trap that he was in. "Stop," he mouthed, no sound coming from him.
Voldemort continued to hold Harry's chin in fingers so strong they hurt. Harry felt the Dark Lord's other hand trailing fingers down his chest, tracing the now healed but still pink mark left by Draco.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut at the next touch, his body breaking out in goose pimples.
Draco's skin crawled at the very idea of being touched that way by the Dark Lord.
Voldemort's bony hand continued down Harry's chest, over the soft hair of his belly and further down.
Harry gasped, trying to arch his hips away. "No," he whimpered.
Voldemort only smiled at that, his fingers now fondling the soft flesh of Harry's cock.
"No ..." Harry continued to gasp, struggling the best he could. "Stop ...."
The snake's tongue flicked against Harry's balls then.
Harry jumped, his hands curling into fists as he tensed up even more than he was.
"Your toy is shy, Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, fingers pulling on Harry's cock now as the snake continued to lick the bound man’s balls.
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he began to feel himself harden, his body betraying him again.
"That's better," Voldemort hissed, his fingers stroking Harry harder.
Harry blinked and a tear slipped out of his eye just as he felt his hips arch towards Voldemort.
"Is he always so responsive, Malfoy?" Voldemort asked.
Draco shook with fear and anger. He had been promised Potter would be his. He wanted to scream. Instead, he kept his voice steady and answered. "Yes, my Lord."
"Stop ..." Harry whispered. The longer Voldemort touched him, the more if felt like there was something slowly dying inside him, like there was a light dimming. Ever since his capture, Harry had never really given up, but as Voldemort continued, Harry felt like he was truly withering inside.
Draco heard Harry begging and without understanding why, found himself stepping closer. He didn't know how he could stop this.
Voldemort laughed then, a frightening sound. "Malfoy doesn't like me playing with his toy," he observed.
"Malfoy ..." Harry murmured, closing his eyes against the next batch of tears that threatened to spill.
"I do as I am bid," Malfoy answered, but his voice betrayed some of his bitterness. His heart sped up when he realised how dangerous the situation had become.
When Draco didn't do anything to make Voldemort stop Harry let out a soft sob, his cock still hard in Voldemort's hand despite everything.
"Then approach now, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed.
Draco trembled as he forced himself to step closer, standing behind Potter and only inches from the snake wrapped around the other man.
Harry could almost feel Draco stepping closer and even though it definitely didn't mean that he was safe, he felt a bit calmer.
"Fuck Potter now, Malfoy," the Dark Lord commanded, still holding Harry's face and cock.
Harry sighed, his eyes closing again. This he could handle. He was sure it would hurt, but Harry could handle it better than Voldemort doing it to him.
Draco was hard, but only because of the Excita spell. Reluctantly, he got to his knees behind Potter and unbuttoned the front of his robes. He cast a silent Unguentatus to slick his own cock then, stroking himself. He would have to press against the snake as well to fuck Potter and it made his stomach clench.
Harry wanted to bend over slightly to make this go by faster, but moving wasn't an option for him.
Draco reached with hands that trembled a bit, to spread Potter's arse. He was painfully aware of the rest of the room watching him as well. He lined his cock up and pushed forward into Harry.
Voldemort watched Draco, his hand on Harry's cock still fondling him.
Harry bit his lip as the pain of being entered like that burned. But Harry said nothing, wishing Voldemort would let go of him and leave them.
Voldemort watched Harry's face as Draco shoved inside the man. The blond grasped Harry's hips, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes to focus only on the sensation of being inside Harry’s body and trying to ignore the feeling of the snake's body pressing against his thighs.
Harry began to tremble as Draco roughly pushed inside him. The worst part was that Voldemort was still staring, and still touching him.
Draco was panting, teeth gritted as he slammed into Potter, fingers digging into the man's hips. He refused to open his eyes and look into those of the Dark Lord.
Harry cried out as Malfoy began to thrust, not even able to relieve the pressure by trying to move with him. Harry couldn't do anything; he was too tense with the snake around him and Voldemort's fingers digging into his chin and face.
Voldemort stroked Harry's cock in time with Draco's thrusts, eyes greedily watching both their faces.
Harry didn't know how he managed to stay hard in Voldemort's hand, but when he began to feel his hand moving again he groaned, the strange pleasure mixing with the pain and making the entire experience more intense.
Harry's body was tight and Draco growled, trying desperately to hold back. He knew the Dark Lord wanted to watch Potter come while he was raped. Pain, sex and humiliation were the favourite entertainment in this place. “Come,” he whispered harshly.
Harry didn't know he was coming until he felt the rush of that same pleasure, forcing a scream from him. His vision went white before it dimmed, his body going slack.
Draco felt the other man's body spasm and could no longer hold back, shoving in hard and filling Potter with his seed. He felt Potter's body go limp and fall forward, still held by Voldemort's hands. Draco pulled back as quickly as he could, dropping his gaze to the floor and tucking his cock away without even cleaning himself.
Harry could barely feel the rush of warmth inside him amongst all the pain, his body feeling like it couldn't take any more of anything.
Draco sat back on his knees, gaze on the ground, and waited.
Voldemort released Harry's cock and then used his fingers to smear Harry’s own come on the raven-haired man’s face. "The Boy Who Lived enjoys being raped," he sneered. "Did you put that compulsion on him, Malfoy?"
"No, my Lord," Draco admitted.
Harry weakly tried to turn his face away when he felt Voldemort’s fingers, but he wasn't able to do much.
Nagini began to uncoil, releasing Potter from her grip.
As Harry felt the snake moving he trembled again, his legs feeling numb from being in the same position for so long. He wobbled before he began to fall on his side.
Voldemort released Harry and watched with amusement as the man's body crumpled to the ground.
Draco winced as Harry's body fell to the marble tiles.
"Malfoy," the Dark Lord said and the blond stiffened, "you have amused us, but you do seem spent," he sneered. "You can keep your toy for a little while longer. Now, take this away," he said gesturing with a bony hand to Harry's body.
Harry panted softly from where he lay, knowing that he would have to get up and crawl after Draco. He had no idea how he would.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered, trying not to show how eager he was to leave. He frowned, realising Potter was in no condition to obey his commands and follow him. He drew his wand, carefully so as not to worry the Dark Lord, and cast Mobilicorpus on Potter, using it to take him out of the dining room, and then the building. Outside again, he lowered Potter to the ground and bent down, laying a hand on his hip. Draco Apparated them both back to the entrance hall of the Manor.
Harry seemed to drift in and out of consciousness as Malfoy moved him. When he felt the ground shift and change, he guessed that Malfoy had Apparated them back to the Manor. He didn't move and just lay there, thankful it was all over, that he wasn't dead yet and neither was Malfoy.
Draco began to tremble violently, letting his pent up fear and anger wash over him as he knelt in his own hall.
Harry felt his lips tremble and before he could stop it he was sobbing quietly, reaching up to cover his face, his shame.
Draco was startled, looking down at the sobbing man. He withdrew his wand and cast Lavare to clean both of them. "Can you stand?" he asked Potter.
Harry wasn't sure if he could, but he tried, turning on his stomach, then weakly getting up onto his hands and knees. "No," he said, tears of frustration slipping out of his eyes. He felt shooting pain in his legs as blood flow returned. He knew they couldn’t hold him up.
Draco sighed, not getting to his own feet either. He grasped Potter again and Apparated them to Draco's bedroom. They appeared on the rug beside the bed and Draco got to his feet, then reached to take hold of one of Harry's arms. "Can you get into the bed?" he asked.
Harry was tempted to say no again, but he forced himself to get up on the bed, groaning at the pain.
Draco went to a cabinet in his room and pulled out a potion, returned and handed it to Potter. "Drink this," he said.
Harry took and quickly drank it, holding out the vial as he lay back down.
Draco put the empty vial beside the bed. "That's a Healing Potion," he said. Then he called for a house-elf and ordered his bath drawn before beginning to strip.
Harry could feel it working through his body. He wished that it could erase his memory of the events, too.
Draco was naked now and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back against the bedpost. "Are you ... still injured?" he asked, feeling suddenly awkward.
"Sore," Harry said quietly, staring at the wall across from him. "Tired ...."
"It wasn't my choice," Draco said quietly.
"I know," Harry replied, turning over after a moment so he could look at him.
Draco frowned, unsure what, if anything, to say. He knew that Voldemort had actually gone light on them. It could have been worse, much worse. But Potter didn't need to hear that now. "Do you want a bath?" he asked.
"Yes, please," Harry said thankfully, sighing.
"You don't have to crawl again until I tell you to," Draco said softly. "Can you walk to the bathroom?"
"I'll try," Harry answered, moving to sit up at the edge of the bed. He set his feet down after a moment and stood there, sighing when he didn't immediately fall back.
Draco walked beside the man, not touching, but oddly protective anyway.
It felt strange to be actually walking to the bathroom instead of crawling, Harry thought. He stopped by the tub, waiting for Malfoy to take his bath first.
"Get in," Draco said, sitting on the edge of the tub.
Harry glanced at him before he slowly stepped into the tub, sitting down with another long sigh. "What about you?" Harry asked.
Draco cocked his head, considering. "I can wait," he said.
"You can come in with me if you want ..." Harry murmured, lying back and still watching Draco with half closed eyes.
The tub was plenty large enough for two, but bathing with another person seemed incredibly intimate to Draco. He slid his legs over the side into the warm scented water and sighed. He really didn't want to wait. Voldemort hadn't touched him, but being in the Dark Lord's presence still left him feeling soiled. With another big sigh, Draco slid into the bath, facing Potter.
Harry watched him settle in before he closed his eyes, sinking down until his chin was under the water. The thought of Voldemort touching him made him shudder before he took a deep breath, going under the water.
Draco began to wash himself, having to resist the urge to rub harder to take away the imaginary stench of the Dark Lord.
Harry stayed under until his lungs burned for oxygen and only then did he come back up, reaching up to push his hair back away from his face.
Draco handed Potter the soap.
"Thank you," Harry said, taking it and rubbing it in between his hands to get it to lather. Harry then began to wash himself with it, rubbing his cheeks harder than necessary. It felt like he could still feel Voldemort’s fingers and he wanted it to go away.
Draco sat, fingers idly playing with the bubbles from the soap as Potter scrubbed himself.
Harry scrubbed his skin, only feeling clean when it felt hot and raw. He did the same with his thighs and nearly did it to his cock but stopped, not wanting the wrong reaction from his body.
"Don't damage yourself with that soap," Draco said, knowing the command would stop Harry if he tried.
Harry set the soap down and stopped completely, glancing up at Draco through his wet hair.
"Better?" Draco asked.
"Better," Harry replied, nodding a bit. Not completely better, but it was something.
Draco stood up, water running down his body, and stepped out onto the thick bath rug. He hesitated and then held a hand out to help Potter from the bath.
Harry took his hand and pulled himself up, stepping out of the tub and standing in front of him.
Draco Summoned his wand and cast Drying Charms on both of them before leading the other man back into the bedroom. He didn't release Potter's hand until he reached the bed. He pulled the covers down and gestured. “Get in."
Harry slipped into the bed, wondering if he'd always get this special treatment or if it was only for today.
"Shove over and make room for me," Draco said, climbing in after him before pulling the covers up.
Harry moved over to make enough room for him, enjoying the warmth the covers gave him. He quietly watched Draco, wondering if he should say thank you.
Draco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He was glad to be home. They had survived another encounter with Voldemort. Every day alive was a victory, he told himself.
Harry shifted closer when he saw Draco close his eyes. "Thank you, again," Harry said quietly before closing his own eyes.
Chapter Title: Entertaining Death
Words: 3560 Words
They managed the next couple hours of listening to the other Death Eaters discuss the latest events – namely, which of Harry's people had been captured and killed, and the takeover of the Ministry.
Harry tried his best not to listen, his heart feeling heavy with the deaths of so many people he had known. He should've been out there to help, but he was here. Harry was a failure. He had let everyone down and they were dying because of it.
Finally, a low bell rang and a couple dozen Death Eaters made their way into the large formal dining room. It was set in a large square U formation – chairs only on the outside, so that everyone faced inward to the space in the middle. Voldemort sat at the head, of course.
As they walked inside Harry glanced around at the Death Eaters, noticing a few faces without the masks. He wished he had a wand. He might die, but at least he could die trying. Harry took his place next to Draco's chair, a little closer than usual.
Draco frowned. "Sit by the wall behind me," he told Potter.
Harry nodded slowly, moving back to sit against the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
There were a lot of lewd and disgusting comments made about Potter, but Draco ignored them. He didn't appreciate being the centre of unwanted attention. He tried to force himself to eat. Finally most of the meal was over and Draco could stop eating without looking impolite. His momentary sense of relief was washed away when the Dark Lord spoke directly to him.
"Now, Malfoy, it is time you showed us more of your toy," he hissed.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered, standing and moving to walk around the table to the centre area.
Harry swallowed and got up, looking up briefly just so he could follow Draco around the table and into the area.
Draco set a slow pace, glad that Potter crawled immediately after him. He cast a subtle Excita Charm on himself while attention was on the other man. The spell would ensure his erection no matter what. He had used it the night of the ritual as well. He wasn't comfortable being watched like this.
Harry stopped and knelt in front of Draco when he stopped walking, still keeping his face down. He was scared and he could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest.
"To whom do you belong?" Draco asked with a sneer.
"You, Master," Harry answered quietly, his voice quivering.
"Tell me the rules you must obey," Draco snapped.
"I am to do what I am told," Harry started, but his mind went blank after that. He knew there were more, and he knew he was obeying them, but to remember and say them out loud Harry couldn't seem to manage.
As soon as he didn't speak again Harry felt the pain jerk up his spine, making him cry out as he fell to the floor.
There was a murmur of approval at this and Draco forced himself to wait for several moments. "Order countermanded," he said. Then to the others, "His memory is not very good and he has to be punished regularly."
Harry was panting as he tried and failed to push himself up to his knees again, feeling shaky.
"You wear no clothes, and kneel at my feet unless told otherwise," Draco corrected. There were other provisions such as swallowing his seed but he chose not to reveal that to the others unless he had to. "On your knees," he snapped.
"I forgot," Harry whispered softly, barely even audible to his own ears. He got up onto his knees, forcing himself not to fall over again.
Draco bowed toward the Dark Lord. "What is your wish, my Lord?" he asked.
Harry's eyes slowly closed shut as he waited for Voldemort to speak. It was like waiting for death. Harry supposed in the grand scheme, he actually was.
"Bring him to me," Voldemort commanded. He waved a hand and the table between them disappeared.
Harry opened his eyes wide, almost reaching out to beg Draco to not take him anywhere. He would rather do anything with Draco, anything, than go near Voldemort.
Draco's heart sped up. He hadn't expected that. He expected to beat and rape Harry for the Dark Lord. But not share him. "Crawl to our Master, Potter," he commanded.
Harry bit his lip so he wouldn't say anything. He slowly crawled towards Voldemort, his heart beating madly in his chest. The closer he got, the more his scar hurt, and when he stopped to kneel in front of him, Harry had a headache. But he knew it would get worse.
Draco stood where he was, unwilling to go any closer to the Dark Lord than required. He was terrified of him. And worried that if the monster looked into his eyes, he would see what Draco really thought of him.
Voldemort sat forward in his chair, reaching to cup Harry's chin in his talon-like hands. He pulled Harry’s face until Harry was forced to sit up on his knees.
Harry gritted his teeth and tried not to lean back, looking down at the floor rather than into his eyes.
Voldemort lifted Harry's chin, eyes narrowed as he looked at him. "Are you enjoying your servitude, Harry?" he asked.
Harry didn't know how to answer. If he said yes, he'd be lying, and if he said no, he would probably be punished. So he said nothing at all.
Voldemort laughed, an odd hissing sound. The snake, Nagini, was wrapped around the base of his chair and now slid against Harry's legs.
Harry jerked at the touch, his legs moving away. He wanted to look to see what it was, but he couldn't, not with his chin in Voldemort's grasp.
Nagini flicked her tongue against Harry's buttocks as Voldemort's grip on his chin tightened.
Draco stood straight, his face a mask of indifference, but his hands curled into fists as he watched.
Harry tensed, not knowing what was going to happen. For a moment he wondered if he could tell the snake to attack Voldemort instead, but then he remembered that the Dark Lord was a Parselmouth as well and the snake probably the last of the Horcruxes. It was ironic that they had managed to destroy the others without being found out only to be defeated anyway. Too much time spent on them had given the Dark Lord the opportunity to build his power base.
The snake wound around Harry's legs now so that it held him in its coils, dry scales sliding against the naked skin of Harry's thighs.
Harry tried to move, only to notice the trap that he was in. "Stop," he mouthed, no sound coming from him.
Voldemort continued to hold Harry's chin in fingers so strong they hurt. Harry felt the Dark Lord's other hand trailing fingers down his chest, tracing the now healed but still pink mark left by Draco.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut at the next touch, his body breaking out in goose pimples.
Draco's skin crawled at the very idea of being touched that way by the Dark Lord.
Voldemort's bony hand continued down Harry's chest, over the soft hair of his belly and further down.
Harry gasped, trying to arch his hips away. "No," he whimpered.
Voldemort only smiled at that, his fingers now fondling the soft flesh of Harry's cock.
"No ..." Harry continued to gasp, struggling the best he could. "Stop ...."
The snake's tongue flicked against Harry's balls then.
Harry jumped, his hands curling into fists as he tensed up even more than he was.
"Your toy is shy, Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, fingers pulling on Harry's cock now as the snake continued to lick the bound man’s balls.
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he began to feel himself harden, his body betraying him again.
"That's better," Voldemort hissed, his fingers stroking Harry harder.
Harry blinked and a tear slipped out of his eye just as he felt his hips arch towards Voldemort.
"Is he always so responsive, Malfoy?" Voldemort asked.
Draco shook with fear and anger. He had been promised Potter would be his. He wanted to scream. Instead, he kept his voice steady and answered. "Yes, my Lord."
"Stop ..." Harry whispered. The longer Voldemort touched him, the more if felt like there was something slowly dying inside him, like there was a light dimming. Ever since his capture, Harry had never really given up, but as Voldemort continued, Harry felt like he was truly withering inside.
Draco heard Harry begging and without understanding why, found himself stepping closer. He didn't know how he could stop this.
Voldemort laughed then, a frightening sound. "Malfoy doesn't like me playing with his toy," he observed.
"Malfoy ..." Harry murmured, closing his eyes against the next batch of tears that threatened to spill.
"I do as I am bid," Malfoy answered, but his voice betrayed some of his bitterness. His heart sped up when he realised how dangerous the situation had become.
When Draco didn't do anything to make Voldemort stop Harry let out a soft sob, his cock still hard in Voldemort's hand despite everything.
"Then approach now, Malfoy," Voldemort hissed.
Draco trembled as he forced himself to step closer, standing behind Potter and only inches from the snake wrapped around the other man.
Harry could almost feel Draco stepping closer and even though it definitely didn't mean that he was safe, he felt a bit calmer.
"Fuck Potter now, Malfoy," the Dark Lord commanded, still holding Harry's face and cock.
Harry sighed, his eyes closing again. This he could handle. He was sure it would hurt, but Harry could handle it better than Voldemort doing it to him.
Draco was hard, but only because of the Excita spell. Reluctantly, he got to his knees behind Potter and unbuttoned the front of his robes. He cast a silent Unguentatus to slick his own cock then, stroking himself. He would have to press against the snake as well to fuck Potter and it made his stomach clench.
Harry wanted to bend over slightly to make this go by faster, but moving wasn't an option for him.
Draco reached with hands that trembled a bit, to spread Potter's arse. He was painfully aware of the rest of the room watching him as well. He lined his cock up and pushed forward into Harry.
Voldemort watched Draco, his hand on Harry's cock still fondling him.
Harry bit his lip as the pain of being entered like that burned. But Harry said nothing, wishing Voldemort would let go of him and leave them.
Voldemort watched Harry's face as Draco shoved inside the man. The blond grasped Harry's hips, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes to focus only on the sensation of being inside Harry’s body and trying to ignore the feeling of the snake's body pressing against his thighs.
Harry began to tremble as Draco roughly pushed inside him. The worst part was that Voldemort was still staring, and still touching him.
Draco was panting, teeth gritted as he slammed into Potter, fingers digging into the man's hips. He refused to open his eyes and look into those of the Dark Lord.
Harry cried out as Malfoy began to thrust, not even able to relieve the pressure by trying to move with him. Harry couldn't do anything; he was too tense with the snake around him and Voldemort's fingers digging into his chin and face.
Voldemort stroked Harry's cock in time with Draco's thrusts, eyes greedily watching both their faces.
Harry didn't know how he managed to stay hard in Voldemort's hand, but when he began to feel his hand moving again he groaned, the strange pleasure mixing with the pain and making the entire experience more intense.
Harry's body was tight and Draco growled, trying desperately to hold back. He knew the Dark Lord wanted to watch Potter come while he was raped. Pain, sex and humiliation were the favourite entertainment in this place. “Come,” he whispered harshly.
Harry didn't know he was coming until he felt the rush of that same pleasure, forcing a scream from him. His vision went white before it dimmed, his body going slack.
Draco felt the other man's body spasm and could no longer hold back, shoving in hard and filling Potter with his seed. He felt Potter's body go limp and fall forward, still held by Voldemort's hands. Draco pulled back as quickly as he could, dropping his gaze to the floor and tucking his cock away without even cleaning himself.
Harry could barely feel the rush of warmth inside him amongst all the pain, his body feeling like it couldn't take any more of anything.
Draco sat back on his knees, gaze on the ground, and waited.
Voldemort released Harry's cock and then used his fingers to smear Harry’s own come on the raven-haired man’s face. "The Boy Who Lived enjoys being raped," he sneered. "Did you put that compulsion on him, Malfoy?"
"No, my Lord," Draco admitted.
Harry weakly tried to turn his face away when he felt Voldemort’s fingers, but he wasn't able to do much.
Nagini began to uncoil, releasing Potter from her grip.
As Harry felt the snake moving he trembled again, his legs feeling numb from being in the same position for so long. He wobbled before he began to fall on his side.
Voldemort released Harry and watched with amusement as the man's body crumpled to the ground.
Draco winced as Harry's body fell to the marble tiles.
"Malfoy," the Dark Lord said and the blond stiffened, "you have amused us, but you do seem spent," he sneered. "You can keep your toy for a little while longer. Now, take this away," he said gesturing with a bony hand to Harry's body.
Harry panted softly from where he lay, knowing that he would have to get up and crawl after Draco. He had no idea how he would.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco answered, trying not to show how eager he was to leave. He frowned, realising Potter was in no condition to obey his commands and follow him. He drew his wand, carefully so as not to worry the Dark Lord, and cast Mobilicorpus on Potter, using it to take him out of the dining room, and then the building. Outside again, he lowered Potter to the ground and bent down, laying a hand on his hip. Draco Apparated them both back to the entrance hall of the Manor.
Harry seemed to drift in and out of consciousness as Malfoy moved him. When he felt the ground shift and change, he guessed that Malfoy had Apparated them back to the Manor. He didn't move and just lay there, thankful it was all over, that he wasn't dead yet and neither was Malfoy.
Draco began to tremble violently, letting his pent up fear and anger wash over him as he knelt in his own hall.
Harry felt his lips tremble and before he could stop it he was sobbing quietly, reaching up to cover his face, his shame.
Draco was startled, looking down at the sobbing man. He withdrew his wand and cast Lavare to clean both of them. "Can you stand?" he asked Potter.
Harry wasn't sure if he could, but he tried, turning on his stomach, then weakly getting up onto his hands and knees. "No," he said, tears of frustration slipping out of his eyes. He felt shooting pain in his legs as blood flow returned. He knew they couldn’t hold him up.
Draco sighed, not getting to his own feet either. He grasped Potter again and Apparated them to Draco's bedroom. They appeared on the rug beside the bed and Draco got to his feet, then reached to take hold of one of Harry's arms. "Can you get into the bed?" he asked.
Harry was tempted to say no again, but he forced himself to get up on the bed, groaning at the pain.
Draco went to a cabinet in his room and pulled out a potion, returned and handed it to Potter. "Drink this," he said.
Harry took and quickly drank it, holding out the vial as he lay back down.
Draco put the empty vial beside the bed. "That's a Healing Potion," he said. Then he called for a house-elf and ordered his bath drawn before beginning to strip.
Harry could feel it working through his body. He wished that it could erase his memory of the events, too.
Draco was naked now and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back against the bedpost. "Are you ... still injured?" he asked, feeling suddenly awkward.
"Sore," Harry said quietly, staring at the wall across from him. "Tired ...."
"It wasn't my choice," Draco said quietly.
"I know," Harry replied, turning over after a moment so he could look at him.
Draco frowned, unsure what, if anything, to say. He knew that Voldemort had actually gone light on them. It could have been worse, much worse. But Potter didn't need to hear that now. "Do you want a bath?" he asked.
"Yes, please," Harry said thankfully, sighing.
"You don't have to crawl again until I tell you to," Draco said softly. "Can you walk to the bathroom?"
"I'll try," Harry answered, moving to sit up at the edge of the bed. He set his feet down after a moment and stood there, sighing when he didn't immediately fall back.
Draco walked beside the man, not touching, but oddly protective anyway.
It felt strange to be actually walking to the bathroom instead of crawling, Harry thought. He stopped by the tub, waiting for Malfoy to take his bath first.
"Get in," Draco said, sitting on the edge of the tub.
Harry glanced at him before he slowly stepped into the tub, sitting down with another long sigh. "What about you?" Harry asked.
Draco cocked his head, considering. "I can wait," he said.
"You can come in with me if you want ..." Harry murmured, lying back and still watching Draco with half closed eyes.
The tub was plenty large enough for two, but bathing with another person seemed incredibly intimate to Draco. He slid his legs over the side into the warm scented water and sighed. He really didn't want to wait. Voldemort hadn't touched him, but being in the Dark Lord's presence still left him feeling soiled. With another big sigh, Draco slid into the bath, facing Potter.
Harry watched him settle in before he closed his eyes, sinking down until his chin was under the water. The thought of Voldemort touching him made him shudder before he took a deep breath, going under the water.
Draco began to wash himself, having to resist the urge to rub harder to take away the imaginary stench of the Dark Lord.
Harry stayed under until his lungs burned for oxygen and only then did he come back up, reaching up to push his hair back away from his face.
Draco handed Potter the soap.
"Thank you," Harry said, taking it and rubbing it in between his hands to get it to lather. Harry then began to wash himself with it, rubbing his cheeks harder than necessary. It felt like he could still feel Voldemort’s fingers and he wanted it to go away.
Draco sat, fingers idly playing with the bubbles from the soap as Potter scrubbed himself.
Harry scrubbed his skin, only feeling clean when it felt hot and raw. He did the same with his thighs and nearly did it to his cock but stopped, not wanting the wrong reaction from his body.
"Don't damage yourself with that soap," Draco said, knowing the command would stop Harry if he tried.
Harry set the soap down and stopped completely, glancing up at Draco through his wet hair.
"Better?" Draco asked.
"Better," Harry replied, nodding a bit. Not completely better, but it was something.
Draco stood up, water running down his body, and stepped out onto the thick bath rug. He hesitated and then held a hand out to help Potter from the bath.
Harry took his hand and pulled himself up, stepping out of the tub and standing in front of him.
Draco Summoned his wand and cast Drying Charms on both of them before leading the other man back into the bedroom. He didn't release Potter's hand until he reached the bed. He pulled the covers down and gestured. “Get in."
Harry slipped into the bed, wondering if he'd always get this special treatment or if it was only for today.
"Shove over and make room for me," Draco said, climbing in after him before pulling the covers up.
Harry moved over to make enough room for him, enjoying the warmth the covers gave him. He quietly watched Draco, wondering if he should say thank you.
Draco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He was glad to be home. They had survived another encounter with Voldemort. Every day alive was a victory, he told himself.
Harry shifted closer when he saw Draco close his eyes. "Thank you, again," Harry said quietly before closing his own eyes.