Forgiven

Title: Forgiven.
Author: Carrie DeMarchi.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Website: ( http://www.phobetor.net/fiction )
Warning: Non-consentual sex, rape, blood, semen, spit, murder.
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Harry/Draco.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Seeking forgiveness, Draco redeems himself for his actions and mistakes.

There was only a small film of soot on either of them when they appeared from the fireplace in the main parlour of the manor. The blonde pulled his wand from his robe before reaching his hands up to unclasp the Slytherin pin that kept it closed. \"Quit that,\" he said to the other boy when he felt Harry\'s arm pressed against his chest. He unhooked the pin, and slipped it into the pocket of his trousers before he let his school robe slide down off his arms. Draco caught it with one hand and tossed it onto a nearby wing back chair. He turned to look at Harry, who had a very obviously unamused look on his face.

\"I\'t,\'t,\" he replied flatly. Harry pulled his left hand up into the air and shook it, reminding Draco of the light golden coloured magical bindings around both of their wrists. Draco looked indignantly at Harry as his own arm shook when Harry\'s did. Harry crossed his arms abruptly, and despite only seconds before reminding Draco of their predicament, he forgot himself, and jerked the blonde over a few feet to stand next to him. Draco put his hand out to steady himself, and it landed against Harry\'s chest. \"Feeling me up now, Malfoy?\"

Draco raised an eyebrow as he stepped another foot forward, surprising Harry, who stilled, the sarcastic expression fading from his face as the blonde came extremely close to his own body. Raising his hands, and pulling Harry\'s up to bump lifelessly against his chest as Draco unfastened the gold pin holding Harry\'s robe on. Draco\'s eyes trailed up Harry\'s throat before looking back into his green eyes, and then picked up Harry\'s right hand, and dropped the pin in it, and then closed the pliant fingers around it before backing away as far as their joined limbs would allow. \"Wouldn\'t dream of it, Potter,\" Draco grinned at the mock put-out look on the dark haired boy\'s face, before Harry frowned at the annoying pest the blonde could be; shaking his head minutely, not believing the circumstances he always landed himself in, he took off his robe.

He watched longingly as the robe slid right through the cords hovering just above the skin around his wrist, and then tossed it over top of Draco\'s, and put his pin in his pocket. It had been about a week ago, give or take a day that they had been paired together in one of their classes. At first, they had stayed silent, only speaking to each other when necessary for things to be communicated to ensure an actual collaborative work on assignments. Though it wasn\'t long after the morning of the third day in their Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and they could no longer hold their tongues. The only thing it had given them was more time together, spent in detentions, where they had began to actually speak in somewhat pleasant tones to each other.

Their time was served cleaning random rooms in the castle, where there was no one to provide their stereotypical rivalry for, and they began to haveted ted conversations about nothing important. The precarious civility that they\'d established over the weekend while in their latest detentions had deteriorated the moment they filed through the door into class, and Harry took his seat next to Draco. As things would have it, they were quarrelling within the first five minutes after the professor had begun his lecture on the spells they were learning about that day. Now, they had to serve out forty eight hours bound to each other with a spell that they were too busy bickering to hear their teacher explain the reversal spell, and over a weekend, no less.

Until they began to act civil in each others presence, and not be pretending, or until their time was up, they were stuck together. They knew it wasn\'t worth getting stuck in more detentions with each other to disobey and simply find a way to take the binding off themselves; all that left them with for an option was to stick it out for the next day and a half. Harrew tew there was no way he would live to see the next day after Ron murdered him to sever the bond just to get rid of Draco if they both went up to Gryffindor Tower. That only left two options, and Draco refused to sleep in the hallways or on separate couches in a lounge somewhere, because Harry wasn\'t allowed inside the Prefect\'s lounge, as he was not a Prefect, and therefore wouldn\'t even be able to pass through the threshold.

The dark haired boy had followed the Slytherin down into the dungeons and through the common room to Draco\'s bedroom. Draco used his wand to split his bed into two parts, though his was a bit bigger, and that was how they\'d slept the night before; even that was better than a week of detentions together with Filch. They\'d spent the next morning in a far corner of the library, after a highly unamusing breakfast in the Great Hall. The thing that really had gotten them into this mess was the fact that Draco had waited until an hour before this had all began to break the news to Harry that they would be going to meet with Lucius Malfoy, as the man had something to speak about with his son.

It seemed Draco failed to fully realize the severity of the situation by bringing Harry directly into contact with his father. He didn\'t have to inform Draco about his father\'s allegiances, but the blonde assured him that it would be alright. After their heated argument in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, which had consisted of panicked whining versus frustrated glares, they had came to their decision. Then, they had decided to take the Floo Network, as it was the quickest route, and that was how they arrived at Malfoy Manor, after no less than twenty minutes of Harry\'s reluctance. Draco had expressed that he absolutely could not miss this appointment with his father, and no matter what school punishment stood in the way, he was going to go, with or without Harry.

In their current case, though, it was obviously to be with Harry. As Draco had informed him, no students was even allowed to leave the grounds, which is why Harry\'s suggestion to tell their professor about the blonde having to go home for a few hours, and perhaps taking the bond off until Draco returned to Hogwarts. Draco gave his arm a tug as he took a few steps towards the door, and he really should have known Harry to still resist going anywhere after getting to the manor. Harry pulled back with his arm, and Draco kept walking towards the door, though it wasn\'t much good since Harry also had one of the wing back chairs on his side, holding onto it to anchor himself. They both froze, and stopped pulling in opposite directions on the bond when they heard the door knob depress, metal clicking as the latch was undone, and the door was swung open.

\"Oh, my,\" Lucius started, raising an eyebrow at the two of them. \"What have we here?\" Lucius asked, amusement shining through his words as he stepped into the room, and began walking towards the boys. Neither of them said anything as Lucius approached them, though more so Harry. He gave the dark haired boy an appraising look before he delved a hand under the boy\'s button up shirt, which hung open. Harry immediately tried to pull away, disgusted at the feeling of Lucius\' hand on his chest, sliding down his side to the pocket where his wand was kept. Lucius slid the wand out of its pocket, and then took a step back from the boys before he waved Harry\'s wand, using it to remove the cord binding them together.

Both of them began to rub their wrists that had been tied; not that they hurt, but it felt strange to be free of them when it had already been quite a few hours. They\'d both gotten used to the odd feeling of the magic surrounding their limbs, and now that it was gone, they were left with a slightly disturbing feeling of detachment. Lucius stepped towards Harry again, and the Gryffindor looked up at the man, staring resolutely back at him, yet still backing up. He hadn\'t realized he\'d gone so far until his legs bumped into something soft, and he fell to sit on a chair. Just as he was about to stand back up, and resituate himself for fighting with his fists if he had to, Lucius used his wand again, this time to bind him to the chair. \"Come with me,\" Lucius said to his son, and gave a slight gesture to follow him from the room.

\"Draco!\" Harry called out to the young blonde, who he\'d almost, though still a bit begrudgingly, now call a variation of a friend. It hadn\'t been much, but they at least had gotten to know each other during the past few days, and realized that the other boy wasn\'t really so bad. Harry wanted to believe that Draco would have helped him, or at least gave him some hint he wasn\'t going to die like this, with Draco watching on. He tried not to think that this was a set up, that Draco hadn\'t really an appointment with his father, and simply had thought of the brilliant spur of the moment plan only an hour and a half before. He also tried to lean forward, away from the chair, trying to snap the cords, but it was no use. There was no way he\'d get out of this without a wand, and he really was shit out of luck in regards to that idea.

Draco watched Lucius walked from the room without another look, but he stopped. \"I have to go,\" Draco said to him quietly, \"but, I\'ll be back.\" The blonde gave him a sympathetic look before he followed after his father. He could hear Harry\'s frustrated noises as he struggled against the ropes, but he couldn\'t go back to help him. Draco couldn\'t go against something his father had done, purposely having used Harry\'s wand instead of his own, and leaving him bound. Unsure of what would happen to the dark haired boy he\'d come to slowly admit he didn\'t feel too horribly towards, Draco could only walk after his father in hopes of finding out.

When Draco got into the hall, his father had already turned the corner, but the young blonde could still hear heavy footsteps, and he followed after them. Lucius was still in sight after Draco rounded the sharp turn, though only by the tails of his father\'s billowing robes, which turned into the Malfoy\'s master library. It was filled half way up the vaulted ceilings along the walls, and contained some of the rarest collections in the wizarding world, and even some Muggle volumes which had been deemed by collectors as being very valuable; the monetary value was the only reason Lucius would even allow them inside his house, and they now simply collected dust.

The young Slytherin passed through the open double doors to the library and crossed the room to stand in front of his father, who had taken his seat in the large, leather upholstered, and high back chair with its back to a lifeless fireplace behind. \"This is marvellous work, Draco,\" Lucius said when his son entered the room. \"You know what this means, yes?\" he asked the boy standing before him. Draco knew it would be wrong, or even a bit crude to shake his head as an answer for his father, but he was confused, and didn\'t bother with too many manners at the moment. Lucius watched his son\'s movement, and then a slight crease furrowed his brow, now reconsidering whether or not Draco had brought Potter here for reasreason he was going to be used for, regardless.

\"There will be no more secret little weapon for Albus to use against the Dark Lord, if we give him the boy,\" he explained, though still curious at the look on his son\'s face. He stood from his chair, and walked to his son, looking the boy in the eyes. They were nearly the same height, but Draco was threatening to surpass him vertically, if in no other way. His son never had been the one to take such actions, and despite his recent \'gift,\' Lucius knew he never would. It was a pity that he\'d raised such a passively dominant child. \"The power, son,\" the older man continued.

Draco swallowed as he stared back at his father, and knew he was starting to frown, feeling his eyebrows drawing together ever so slowly. Lucius looked expectantly at Draco after a moment had passed, and yet he said nothing. \"It would be immeasurable, Draco,\" he placed emphasis on the last words, trying to impress upon the boy that this would be a great thing; they would be able to do great things, together. Draco tried not to belie the true feelings that he was experiencing at the moment. He knew what his father was saying and that it would further anything he\'d ever wanted to accomplish in his life.

The wealth he already had, as well as being an attractive young man, but the power his father was professing to him sounded a sweet melody. Despite the initial cooperation between the two of them, Draco could leave his father\'s side and pursue his own ambitions, but only if Harry was given to the Dark Lord. He could hear the promise in Lucius\' words, and he knew there were also lies, but Draco wouldn\'t pick now as a time to scrape away the thick coating of disguise to get to the truth. Therre ere enough of the absolute answers laid out for him. \"Yes,\" he said, softly, but it held much meaning, and Draco nodded, looking back in his father\'s eyes.

\"Bring him to my study,\" Lucius told his son, letting Draco hold his contact, and staring right back at the slowly clouding eyes before him. Lucius knew Draco was unsure, but he wouldn\'t disobey his father. Draco\'s eyes were no longer cool, but heated with an emotion his father\' identified as determination, but for what exactly, he was himself unsure. \"You\'ll find the bindings already gone; they were only temporary.\"

Draco nodded his assent, tearing his eyes away from his father\'s face, and left the room, ambling down the passages back to the parlour. Harry had grabbed his robe and was heading straight towards the door way when Draco came around the closed door and through the open one of the set, and they almost ran right into each other. \"What are you doing?\" Draco asked, brushing his hands down his chest instinctively where Harry had bumped into him. Harry dropped his rob the theor, or, and stumbled backwards a step from the minor collision.

Harry\'s mouth worked for a moment, trying to work out what he actually had done since the ropes had simply disappeared from around his body. First, he\'d sought out a place to hide in the room, though how he imagined he\'d hide from someone in their own house, and not even have left the same room they left him in wasn\'t really the big thinghis his mind. He debated on using the Floo to go back to Hogwarts, or even Hogsmeade, since he had no idea what any grate was called in the school; he\'d even Floo to the Burrow, for Merlin\'s sake, just to get out of this place.

\"Come on,\" Draco said, not even bothering to goad an answer out of the other boy, and gesturing past himself for Harry to walk out into the hall. He still had half his mind on what his father had said, and Draco couldn\'t help but believe them, at least for the time being. What was unclear was when it would ever matter, though; if he had everything he\'d ever wanted and more, why should he care how he came about it? \"I\'ve talked to my father, and we\'re leaving, now.\"

Harry frowns but nods and passes the doors, forgetting about his cloak in Draco\'s haste to themthem out of the room. He would have asked why they didn\'t just Floo back to Hogwarts; if Draco knew how to do it from there in the first place, he should know how to get back the same way, or perhaps it was protected, like the rest of the exits and entrances of the castle. It would seem an obvious fact for someone to know their own house, as well, so Harry held off asking where they were going, oy. Wy. Walking beside Draco along the halls, they\'d already turned a corner, and now they were in a straight, long passage, and Harry looked to the walls on either side of him, seeing many portraits of past generations of Malfoys.

They were all nodding, and almost looked a bit bloodthirsty; it was the only way to describe it. They were grinning cruelly, and even one of the women licked her lips as Harry passed her. They looked like they were expecting a show, because portraits aren\'t hungry never mind cannibalistic; either way, Harry did not have a good feeling about this. \"Where are we going,\" Harry began to ask, now trying not to look at the portraits lining the walls to either side of him, \"Draco?\" There was a long moment, and Draco hadn\'t said anything, prompting Harry to turn and look back at the blonde, catching a glimpse of the cruel smiles on his lips.

\"To my father\'s study,\" was all Draco gave him for an answer. He didn\'t know what that was supposed to hold for true meaning, but it didn\'t sound good either way. Harry nodded, faking his acceptance before, after a few more steps, he turned abruptly, and was ready to run back to the parlour and Floo out of here. Draco was too fast, and seemed to be expecting the mutiny, and he caught Harry by the collar, and shoved him back in front, his hand tightening into a fist at the base of Ha's n's neck, pulling his shirt tight against his throat.

The set of hurried footsteps and a slightly shuffled pair were heard by no one in the long, dark, empty corridor of the manor. Draco pushed Harry along in front of himself, holding a firm grasp on the back of his collar, and Harry had shut his eyes against the pain the neck of his shirt made, cutting into his throat. When Draco stopped, it caught Harry by surprise and he was minutely thankful for the split second that the grip around his throat was loosened, but it soon choked him harder when Draco yanked him aside to open the door they\'d stopped in front of.

Draco pushed the heavy door open, and tightened his grip on Harry before giving a sharp jerk that pulled Harry backwards through the threshold. He stumbled, almost tripping over the edge of a thick rug that was laid over top of the marble floor. Draco sneered at him when he righted himself, and just then realized that the other boy had let go of his collar. Harry stood himself stall and looked the blond in the eye, trying to stare resolutely back at him. Draco gave an amused grin as he started to advance, closing the space between them.

Harry didn\'t know what he thought would happen when Draco started forward, but he instinctively started to back away. He did so until the back of his knees hit the edge of something soft. Before he even realized what he was doing, he\'d turned his head to look at what he\'d run into, and immediately regretted it. His unfortunate move had made time for Draco to corner him against the sofa, and yet he still tried to scramble away. Draco wasn\'t about to allow that, though. He pushed Harry roughly, sitting him down on the sofa, making the deep red coloured material crease as he sank into the plush cushioning.

They were in a room longer than it was wide, with a large desk at one end. It was surrounded with books on all three sides, and the opposite end was the same, except there was a table with a chair on each side as the centerpiece, instead. The middle of the room, directly across from the door, was adorned with two long sofas, a loveseat, and two arm chairs. It gave him a different vantage point, and he might have made another mistake in taking the time to look around. When he looked back at Draco, the blonde had already taken his shirt off and tossed it aside. \"What are you doing?\"

\"I\'m taking my clothes off. What does it look like?\" Draco had moved to his pants, and had undone his belt before Harry realized what was about to happen. He knew undoubtedly what Draco had in mind wasn\'t going to be too pleasurable for Harry, and he really had to wonder what the past week was all about between them. His mind reeled and he knew he had to do something before he started to panic and was frozen to the spot. He stood up suddenly, choosing the first thing that came to mind. After he stood, he pushed his body against Draco\'s, almost completely flush, and knocked the other boy over.

Draco didn\'t have time to do anything but flail his arms and try to steady his fall. He scrambled to get back on his feet again, after falling on the edge of an ottoman and subsequently tipping over the side of it. He swore when his knee slammed into the floor, the hard thump dulled by the thick rug. He forced the pain away as he stood up, and grabbed for Harry.

\"No!\" Harry yelled back at him, trying to dislodge the hand closing around his ankle. Draco was blocking the way directly back to the door. All he had left was to go the opposite direction, and to hope he could beat the blonde in a sprint to the door. Harry turned and kneeled on the sofa, bringing one foot up to help him pull away from Draco\'s strong grasp. Draco pulled himself up, and used his other hand to hook his fingers under the waist of Harry\'s pants, pulling Harry back down.

He didn\'t know how to get away now, or even where he\'d go if he managed to get out of the room, but he knew he wanted to get something between them, preferably something large. Harry kept pulling, but the most he got over the back of the sofa was his shoulders. Draco gave another jerk, trying to pull the dark haired boy down, but again he was met with resistance. He growled low in his throat and let go of Harry\'s ankle, as well as his trousers. Harry was surprised at that, but soon understood what Draco was doing when his hands resettled on Harry\'s hips.

Draco dug his fingers in as hard as he could, and pulled Harry back. Harry felt his arse press hard against Draco\'s crotch, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it wouldn\'t be so bad. With his hands bound, and his wand in Lucius Malfoy\'s pocket, Harry didn\'t really have much of a chance to defend himself. He was at Draco\'s mercy, and he really didn\'t think that\'s what the hardness pushing against his arse was.

Draco moaned and rubbed himself against Harry again before leaning over Harry\'s body, pressing his chest down on Harry\'s back to help keep him put as he reached around to the dark haired boy\'s zipper. Harry felt Draco\'s fingers at his button, then swiftly drag the zipper down, and slip his trousers and underwear off his hips. When Harry felt the cool air against his skin, he tried to pull away again. Draco slid his hands down from Harry\'s hips to hold onto his upper thighs, and used a knee to spread Harry\'s legs apart as far as they\'d go within the confines of his trousers. \"Draco,\" Harry started, not sounding nearly as confident as he wanted. \"Don\'t do this,\" he pleaded.

Draco reached out with his foot and hooked it around the edge of the ottoman, pulling it closer. \"And why not?\" he asked, kneeling on the small piece of furniture. \"This could be the last time I ever see you, you know? I thought we\'d make it something to remember.\" Before Harry had any chance to respond, Draco lowered his head and gave a short lick over Harry\'s opening. Not being able to help himself, Harry let out a small moan at the feeling of Draco\'s tongue against the sensitive flesh. He didn\'t know what to think anymore. He didn\'t know whether to continue trying to escape, or to go along with Draco, and get himself fucked; perhaps in more ways than one. Maybe Draco was right, and this would be Harry\'s last pleasurable experience before he was handed over to the Dark Lord.

Harry didn\'t think he had a choice in the matter right now. He could struggle, but what good would it do for him? It would only make Draco angry, and become rough. A torn up anus was not on his list of things to deal with, especially if he was going to die anyway, though it would be the least of his problems. Harry hadn\'t even realized that Draco\'s hands had left his body, but before he thought to move, they were back. Draco had taken off his own trousers and had a hand on his cock, stroking it. \"Ready, Harry?\" he asked, pressing his erection into the crack of Harry\'s arse, and thrusting it up and down.

Another moan Harry could barely suppress was his response, and Draco smirked, reaching around to Harry\'s cock. It was already half hard and growing firmer by the second. Draco gave it a small squeeze, and Harry\'s hips involuntarily jerked forward. He favoured Harry with a few more strong strokes to his cock which almost had him pressing back against Draco\'s cock as well as wishing the blonde\'s hand would move faster. Draco brought his other hand up to his mouth and pushed a very generous gob of spit out with his tongue. He kept one hand on Harry\'s cock, as he moved his hand down to his own, slathering his saliva over it.

He gripped the base of his cock as he directed the head to Harry\'s hole. Pushing in slowly, Draco gasped in pleasure as the head of his cock slid past the ring of muscle, into Harry\'s body. Harry grit his teeth at the breech, his breath began to leave him, but he inhaled deeply when Draco leaned his hips forward, still slowly sliding his cock inside. The heat of Harry\'s body surrounded his cock, and Draco pressed ahead even more, skin touching skin. Draco gave another stroke to Harry\'s cock, and thek hak haired boy had the hardest time deciding what to do. He knew it was not going to be gentle, and that Draco was not doing it out of love, but rather hate and he would do his best to pound his dark emotions out into the body below himself.

Harry leaned the top of his head into the back of the sofa, his eyes staring down into a blur of red as his eyes unfocused, despite his glasses, and he felt his muscles tense, another involuntary action he provided the other boy the advantage of by squeezing over Draco\'s cock. Draco sounded a low hum in his throat, and pulled back slowly, letting go of Harry\'s cock to hold onto his hips. Not being able to help himself, and not even knowing why, Harry\'s own hand reached for his erection, and began to squeeze his hand over the head, and then grabbed the base, and stroked upwards, just as Draco slid his cock back inside. Again, Draco backed off, without a longer wait this time, and pushed back in. The blonde started more casual thrusts, slow, but now becoming faster, and Harry knew that harder movements would soon follow.

The full feeling in his anus felt uncomfortable at first, and he couldn\'t help but grit his teeth at the lack of lubrication. Harry kept stroking his cock, though, unable to stop, and giving in to Draco\'s thrusts, which had, indeed, became faster, but not quite as hard as he was expecting, yet. Draco had closed his eyes, and occasionally accented his angled thrusts with small moans escaping past his lips, creating a noise distraction to focus on; neither of them had heard the door open, or shut, for that matter. What they did hear, was the familiar drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy. \"Tsk, tsk, Draco. You\'ve started without me?\" His tone was clearly amused as he crossed the room to reach the two of them. Harry\'s arousal took a dive, and he tried pushing away from Draco. The other boy held on, unsure of what to do. He had no idea what his father had meant, and didn\'t have much time to ponder those thoughts before the man spoke again.

\"Come, then; shift over,\" Lucius said in the most sickly conversational tone y hay had ever heard. He waved his wand and Harry\'s clothes disappeared, leaving him naked and still impaled on Draco\'s cock, which Harry noted had lost some of its previous flare for the current happenings. He could feel Draco\'s fingers digging in, and almost pressing the boy under himself away from his father, no matter how minutely. Draco never let his eyes leave his father\'s face, searching for any hint of what he was planning. He hadn\'t planned on shagging Harry in his father\'s study, by any means; it had just happened. There wasn\'t much room for interpretation from his father\'s short words, and Draco threatened to overwork his mind, regarding what was about to take place, and over what he\'d already done.

Draco knew he was still actively involved, and he couldn\'t force himself to stop the images passing in a disgusting slideshow through his head. He knew his father was going to lead the boy under him to his death; his murder. His father knew nothing of the reason they\'d both arrived at the manor, bound together, but Draco was sure he didn\'t care, either. With his father\'s arrangement for Draco\'s trip home to speak with him in person rather than in a potentially intercepted owl, Draco now assumed it didn\'t matter, just like not much else did at the moment. It was as irrelevant as Harry\'s barely audible, pleading whimpers for this to stop, and Draco knew he had to get out of this; he couldn\'t go down for murder, but was what he\'d already done just as bad? Draco didn\'t know when, or what had piqued this emotional revelation; he just knew he couldn\'t let that happen.

Harry thought he might have been prepared, at least somewhat, for Draco\'s ministrations, but this was an entirely different matter to be approached with. He could feel Lucius\' eyes roam over his body, and he still felt Draco trying to push himself, to continue with his task. Harry knew he was trying; he felt the member soften within his anus, and he couldn\'t blame the younger blonde. Lucius trailed a finger down Harry\'s side, softly, and it would have tickled if Harry wasn\'t so focused on not moving at all. He hadn\'t even realized that Lucius had seated him on on the sofa beside him, and now he had began to pull at Harry\'s arm. Harry wondered, with his mind turning to morbid thoughts, if he\'d even be alive when he was presented to Lord Voldemort.

Lucius felt Harry\'s arm give way, and he slid his body over as he held up the now pliant limb. The boy had provided some resistance, but the older blonde was well aware that Harry knew he wasn\'t in a position to compromise. He\'d already stripped his shift off after his robes, and tossed it aside carelessly. Then, his trousers were dropped, and left to hang around his ankles as he had sat down, and leaned back against the sofa. Lucius pulled Harry over by his arm just as he moved under the boy, and braced Harry\'s arm on the other side of his head. Harry thought perhaps he\'d ordered Lucius to kill him, but Harry didn\'t think Voldemort would want to admit partial defeat like that, and not face Harry himself, and kill him with his own hand, rather than Lucius\'.

Opening his eyes, Harry looked down at the Dark Lord\'s servant, and watched as Lucius raised an eyebrow before tilting his head up, and slithered his tongue ou a g a graceful flick. Harry lifted his head, not sure he would be able to stomach the feel of the Lucius\' tongue on his jaw. As it was, he barely felt it skim his chin before he looked back down at the man. Harry steeled his eyes, swallowed, and then gathered the remaining liquid in his mouth before spitting it out and down into Lucius\' face. It landed just at the edge of the man\'s lips, and Lucius brought a hand up, and wiped it away, though in the same movement, pushed more of his own saliva out onto his fingers, just as his son had.

Grabbing hold of Harry\'s thigh, Lucius pulled it roughly over his own legs, and settled it, just as he had Harry\'s arm, back onto the sofa. He was now completely under the boy, his legs bumping against Draco\'s. He knew his son had stilled, unsure of how to proceed, but he would soon show him. With his other hand, Lucius carried the wetness down to his hard cock, and smeared it over its length before wiping his hand over Harry\'s stomach, brushing the boy\'s now flaccid cock. Harry tried to pull away, but when he only felt himself be pushed against Draco, he knew he could not get away from any of this. Draco had stopped, showing Harry the mercy that he\'d been hoping for before this all began; Harry was more thankful for that than the blonde would most likely ever know.

Lucius reached around the body above him, sliding his hands across Harry\'s arse, and Draco abruptly moved his hands out of his father\'s way when their wrists touched. Harry turned his head to the side as Lucius held his body aloft as he moved his fingers to the already stretched hole. Draco could see his father\'s face now, and their eyes met, Lucius\' dark grey, dilated with lust, Draco\'s light with what he hoped was indifference at the situation. He watched as his father pulled his lips back and pressed his cheek against Harry\'s, before he latched his teeth down over the dark haired boy\'s earlobe, and gently tugged as he licked at the skin behind his teeth.

Harry squeezed his eyes as tight as he could, feeling Lucius press his fingers in on either side of Draco\'s cock. He barely heard the groan Draco gave when he felt his father\'s fingers; but he knew it wasn\'t a sound of pleasure, though Harry knew he was going to be in much worse pain in less than seconds. Almost surprised when Draco pulled completely out of his body, Harry was allowed a few precious moments in Lucius\' surprise before the man hooked his fingers in Harry\'s ass, and pulled slowly to either side. Forcing himself to stay silent, Harry gasped out a breath between his teeth at the pain now searing through his near breaking flesh, but he knew there was more.

The blonde underneath of him slid down a little bit fer, er, and combined with pulling Harry\'s body from its currently most vulnerable spot, lined his cock up with the wide opening, then pressing in as soon as he felt purchase around the head of his cock. Harry cringed at the size, larger than Draco\'s, though not by much, and the only thing he could be glad of right now was that Lucius had slicked his erection that now was pressed almost fully into his arse. Harry let his head hang, the fringe of his hair brushing against Lucius\' bare shoulder, and again leaving Draco with looking at his father\'s face.

The look he saw there made him realize what he was supposed to do. Through sheer will power, Draco had maintained his erection, and had kept stroking himself after he\'d pulled out from Harry\'s body. He looked away from the maliciously gleaming grey, so intent on pain, and Draco watched as his father pulled Harry\'s hole open further, opening it for Draco to slide his cock back inside, holding the poor boy\'s muscles too impossibly far apart. Draco hurriedly brought his hand back up to his mouth, and spat out the remaining spit in his mouth, and then just as quickly slathered it over his cock. He took hold of himself, not wanting to brush against his father\'s hands to steady himself with Harry\'s body; Draco lined his cock up to the reddened and bloody hole, and couldn\'t bring himself to drag the pain on any further than he had to.

He pushed his cock in all at once, wincing at the pitiful sound that managed to escape Harry\'s carefully built strength not to give his father the satisfaction of begging for it to stop. Draco bit down on the inside of his lip hard enough to break through the skin, the first rough thrust of his father\'s hips, grating his cock against Draco\'s. The sensitive skin of his cock was pressed against his father\'s, and they were practically stuck together from the already drying spit. Those made Draco shiver every time the skin was pulled a little too tightly over his cock, forcing him to keep up with his father\'s thrusts into the ad hod hole before them. It made it almost involuntarily when he thrust his own cock inside of Harry\'s hole. He could feel, on top the loose ring of muscle, and on bottom, the hard length of his father\'s cock pressed against his own.

If Draco had been any type of religious, he\'d have prayed for this to be over soon, though he was even more scared when he\'d gotten his wish. Lucius\' thrusts become more erratic, Draco\'s hands tightened around Harry\'s hips from the pain scraping over the underside of his cock, and his father\'s hand over top of his became painful when Lucius did the same as he approached his climax. Lucius stilled abruptly, his hand loosening over Draco\'s. Suddenly, he felt his father\'s cock pulse beneath his own; it soon began to shoot hot, wet semen into the horridly stretched anus they were lodged inside. The throbbing was starting to arouse Draco, despite the growing sickness of the situation, and when he felt the heated liquid ooze against the head of his cock, his hips gave a little jerk.

Draco thrust against, pressing his hips in tight against Harry\'s cheeks, and pulled back, trying to draw the wetness between their cocks and make this a bit more pleasant, even if it might only have been for him. This wasn\'t a time not to be selfish, and Draco knew if he didn\'t get himself off, Lucius might have something unpleasant to say about it afterwards. He was in luck, though, as his father\'s cum begun to slide between them, and Draco thrust a few more times. Harry had gone silent many minutes ago, but at the strong, hard thrust Draco slammed into him, he cried out. When Harry moved his head aside, trying to look away from Lucius, Draco saw his father. With his teeth bared in a sadistic grin, that was the picture Draco had burned into his memory as he came hard inside of Harry.

Time seemed to slow down inexorably, and Draco watched Lucius lick his lips. He didn\'t recall hearing his father utter a single word. Draco felt like cursing himself as eye eyes roved over his father\'s face, landing back on his lips to see teeth shaped grooves where he must have bitten down to stop from crying out. He wasn\'t aware he\'d loosened his grip u he he was almost thrown down to the cold marble floor. It had barely been a moment later when Lucius pushed Harry aside onto the sofa, pulling his cock out of the boy in a quick jerk.

Some of their combined ejaculatory fluids splattered out at the abrupt exit, and oozed over the inside of Harry\'s thighs, and Draco grit his teeth when his softening member was pulled roughly away from Lucius\', having stnot not been much lubrication between them save at the tips. He watched as his father stood and stretched his legs beneath himself before lifting his trousers up from around his ankles. He settled them on his hips and reaching down again to pick up the nearest piece of clothing. Turning to his son and the boy attempting to shift himsento nto a foetal position, he let a cruel smirk creep over his lips as he wiped his spent cock on Draco\'s shirt and dropped it back to the floor.

Lucius slowly refastened his trousers and then brought a hand up to lazily card through long silver blond hair, smoothing it into a more presentable manner. Without another look at the two boys, Lucius made for the door, opening it and stepping through, and extending a hand back to the handle to shut it again with a small click. Draco stared after him in a daze for a moment before a small shuffle against his side brought reality crashing back to him. Harry was almost curled around Draco\'s waist, and had inched a white-knuckled hand shakily onto the blond boy\'s bare thigh. Draco reached down to it, grasping the cold fingers within his own. Cold held against cold provided no solace for either of them, and Draco turned and snaked his other arm under Harry\'s shoulders.

Harry dimly realized he was being lifted, and felt a slightly damp, yet warm, body slide behind him on the plush sofa. His thoughts were flying in all directions, and he wanted to forget each and every one of them. Draco held Harry\'s body upright for a moment, enough to slide the small blanket hung over the back of the sofa out from under him, to fall onto Harry\'s lap. The dark haired boy tensed at the abrupt sensation of fabric against his skin, but the warmth that spread from the covering soon calmed him. Draco settled against the back of the sofa, and pulled Harry to lean against his chest, spreading the blanket over the both of them. A small amount of warmth was brought back to them, very noticeable in the now starkly cold room, but Draco was too disturbed to relax. He was glad for the fact the body he wrapped his arrounround cofindfind comfort despite the events of only minutes ago, and wondered if he\'d ever have that pleasure again himself.

Harry flinched away from the arms encircling him when he woke up, not sure of what was going on, or if he was going to be hit if he disobeyed the younger Malfoy, who did not let go. The look in Draco\'s eyes, when Harry tilted his head to look into them, and even his entire expression, made Harry believe that wasn\'t what was going to happen, and apparently not any time soon. Harry realized he\'d been lying against Draco\'s chest, and been shown compassion from the blonde, and still had it. Draco stared back at Harry, and he couldn\'t tell what the dark haired boy was thinking. He\'d seen the flash of fear, but it had disappeared, leaving a blank hatred, but for what, he wasn\'t sure. Draco unclasped his hands around Harry\'s chest, and almost immediately he sat up, away from the blonde.
He would have said it was okay, but he knew it wasn\'t the truth. With Harry not leaning on his body, holding it down, Draco was free to stand. He put the fastenings back together on his pants, and then was about to reach for his shirt before his memory caught up with him at the sight of the drying white colored substance showing on his shirt. Draco pulled his hand back and held it to his stomach, not able to make himself touch the tainted material for fear of being soiled any more so by any remnants of his father\'s semen. It was so much in the forefront of his mind, what had happened, so sick he would never forget it. The blonde almost couldn\'t believe his father would do something like he had, and it had put the man is such a different light in Draco\'s eyes. A dark light from which Draco doubted his father could ever crawl away from.

Without looking back, Draco headed for the door; his father had left it open when he\'d left the room, and Draco knew exactly where to find the older man. He stepped into the hallway, and almost kicked one of the house elves employed at the manor in the head. The creature shuddered as it backed away from his form, which it hadn\'t realized was there. \"Master -\" -\" the house elf began before he looked up, but stopped abruptly, looking frightened, and quickly righted itself. \"Master Draco,\" he bowed, its forehead mere inches from the ground. \"May I get you anything, sir?\"

\"No,\" Draco responded immediately, too repulsed that he could be mistaken for his father. He almost couldn\'t even bring himself to walk the halls to his the library while shirtless, knowing that was exactly what his father had done, after leaving he and Harry alone in the study. Draco knew his father would be in the library, most likely searching for a spell to incapacitate Potter until the Dark Lord could arrive, or so Lucius could take Potter to his Lord without any hassle. It was only a few corridors before Draco would find himself in the library, and then he\'d finish this.

Lucius didn\'t realize he wasn\'t alone in the room until he heard Draco drag a chair out from under the table he was occupying the other end of, scraping the legs across the stone floor. He looked up, and smirked at his son, who sat himself down in the chair, staring straight back at his father. \"Yes, Draco?\" he inquired, meeting his son\'s eyes before turning his attention back to the page he was on. He flipped it over, and ran a finger down the page as he sed ied its contents for what he was looking for.

\"You lied,\" his son said, in a low voice, and the anger Lucius had seen shining in Draco\'s eyes was just as strong in his voice. When Lucius looked up at the boy again, he saw Draco had crossed his arms, wand in hand, and his eyes locked on the thin weapon, unable to comprehend why his son would be armed, sitting across from his own father. Surely he wouldn\'t think to attack, and for what reason? They would gain unfathomable power in mere hours; Lucius simply needed to find a spell, and then he and his son could receive their reward.

\"Excuse me?\" Lucius questioned, just then recalling his son\'s actual words. He wasn\'t allowed time before his son stood up abruptly, alarming him. He stood up as well, and instinctively looked towards his wand, which he\'d left on his desk. \"What are you doing?\" Lucius asked, confusioepineping into his voice, looking back to Draco, who was slowly advancing on him. He knew he was too far away, but he tried to dodge past his son, towards the other desk, for his w but but he was too slow.

Draco had backed him up against the chair he\'d been seated in, and Lucius almost sat back down in his haste to retreat, as the back of his knees hit the wood. Panic set in, and before he had a chance to make another movement to get away from Draco, his son had pushed him, hard. He now found himself laid back on top of the table he\'d been reading his books over. Draco was strong, and Lucius felt a tinge of regret at always having underestimated his boy, his only heir. With a wand held to his throat, and his son\'s quick reflexes, Lucius knew he couldn\'t move fast enough to avoid the curse he knew would be aimed at him in a second, without a thought. There was no way for him to knock the wand away before Draco cast, maybe even the killing curse.

Lucius knew how angry Draco was, and he wondered if he had the gall to destroy his own father. Draco stared back into his father\'s eyes, his stormy silvyes yes keeping Lucius trained to the spot while Draco lowered his wand. Even if Lucius tried to sit himself up, Draco\'s other hand was pressed against the table just beside Lucius\' head, holding down over top of the older man\'s long hair. The young blonde reached down slowly, not daring to tear his eyes away from Lucius\'. He knew if given any sliver of an opening, his elder wouldn\'t hesitate to injure or even murder him for his actions, betraying his own family for the sake of something none of his blood would consider a valid reason.

Putting his wand into the pocket of his pants before he continued, Draco slipped his hand under the edge of his father\'s robe, reaching for the small holster he knew would be there. He let his hand wrap around the hilt, which was an ornate silver handle, with a very sharp blade on the other end of it all. \"This should have been done long before now, father,\" he pulled the knife out of its sheath as he spoke, and didn\'t waste much time in raising it only to hold it down to Lucius\' throat. Lucius had known where Draco was reaching, could feel the heavy metal being pulled from the small scabbard.

He couldn\'t say anything; had no idea what to say, but he now knew he was going to die. To be murdered by his own son\'s hand, and with his own blade. \"You won\'t hurt anymore,\" Draco said softly as he pushed the knife down gently. Lucius opened his mouth, trying to find someg tog to say, something to stop his son from cutting him. He still hadn\'t believed Draco would go through with it, and all he could think was that he should have seen this coming. From the first look in his son\'s eyes when he\'d enter the study, back to the look he\'d given Lucius when he\'d undone the bindings between him and the dark haired boy.

There was nothing he thought of that would lead Draco to stop instead of press harder, as he was pushing down now, cutting deep enough to draw blood from a thin line. Lucius looked up at his son now, holding his head only a hand\'s length away from his own. Draco\'s teeth were baring slowly, as he bore down still ever so slowly; a little bit of saliva was threatening to slip past his lips. He was almost beginning to sweat, and Draco could feel his face become flushed, and knew some of his hair had fallen down in spikes to the side his his face. The blonde pushed deeper, and heard Lucius\' attempt to cry out. The pain was blinding to Lucius, and he didn\'t feel the blood slipping down his neck, pooling over his hair, staining it a sickly dark red. The pool had spread, and just began to touch Draco\'s thumb, reaching to surround the digit in mere seconds as it grew larger from the slit in Lucius\' throat. This was the last moment Draco could have stopped, for his father to still be able to be repaired; to still live. With his eyes boring a last beseeching request into Draco\'s cold silver eyes, \"no,\" Lucius whispered, his last word barely making it past his lips.

Draco looked down at the cut, not wanting to listen to this man before him silently beg, and watched as a red colored bubble discharged from the deep cut, almost obscuring his father\'s dying breath. Then, he looked back up, into the almost lifeless eyes, and saw them flick their attention back to his, and, just as passionately, in the same tone, he whispered back to unhearing ears, \"No.\" Lucius\' gasp would have been cut off if he\'d had enough left in him to make any sound at all as Draco pushed the knife down as hard as he could, one final shove that shook his whole body with the force and strength he put into the movement.

He slid the blade to the side with finality, slicing the knife\'s entire edge through the skin and organs he\'d split in two. Draco slowly leaned back from the body, not even realizing he\'d had his body flush against his father\'s, who had still be warm against him, as he\'d lain half on top of the man over the table. It must have been the warmest his father had even been in his entire pathetic existence. Holding the knife away from him, and not feeling the blood run down the blade, over the handle, to trickle in thick rivulets down his bare arm, Draco stepped away from the table. He absently wiped his other thumb on his father\'s robes to relieve the man\'s dirty blood from it, though still unaware of the substance still marring his left hand even more so. Draco looked away from the dead form, and to the door way of the room, where he had heard his mother shuffle her skirts.

Narcissa stood still, her breathing erratic, and she watched as Draco moved around the table. She saw the knife, the blood, and briefly looked from Lucius to her son, his chest heaving, and Draco swallowed hard, working his Adam\'s apple before he dropped the knife to the floor. It fell heavily onto the stone, with one hard thud of thick metal on stone, and he walked towards his mother. Narcissa began to walk swiftly; almost unsure that if she wasn\'t braced against the door frame, she would fall to her knees on the cold floor, lose her footing, before she reached her precious son. Grasping onto her child, she laid her head onto his shoulder, and looped her arms under his, embracing his slender form.

He had long since been taller than she, and Draco lifted his arms slowly, and rested one on his mother\'s back, and the other on the back of her head, smoothing he hear, still unaware of the blood on his hand, now streaking her fair tresses. He stared past her, unable to hear her whispers and sobs, and then not even a moment later, Harry appeared in the door way. He was as naked as he had been in Lucius\' study, though with the blanket Draco had placed over him wrapped low around his hips. Draco could see his own dark blue finger prints on the other boy\'s hips, and more smudges of impure substances that should never have been splattered so grotesquely over that boy\'s body.

Harry didn\'t deserve it; should never had his own blood spilling down his thigh, which the blonde could see exposed through the split in the blanket where it failed to close fully around the dark haired man\'s legs. Draco knew, and he would never forgive himself for having aided in his helpless suffering for so long without knowing what pain he had inflicted. Draco looked up from Harry\'s hips, and he looked into the solemn face. Harry\'s eyes were transfixed on Lucius\' body, and blood had begun to drop from the pool on the table, to the floor, beginning another puddle. His eyes slid across, and Draco\'s met their green, and he saw his forgiveness; he saw trust; he saw love.

The End.