Shouded in Black.

Warnings: Dark themes, slight language, rape, violence.
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and all characters contained within this story are all property of J.K. Rowling, and all those other people I don\'t know about, and stuff.

Summary: \"You know what happens when a Malfoy doesn\'t get what they want willingly?\" Draco leaned back down, his face inches away from Harry\'s. \"…they take it, anyway.\"

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Harry groaned in discomfort and confusion, the room was cold and his arms were sore. Grunting in frustration, he attempted to roll over on his side, and panic struck him when he realized that he couldn’t move his arms or legs. The dark-haired Gryffindor opened his eyes and lifted his head up as far as his neck would allow, attempting to get a look at his surroundings. If it was possible he became more panicked when he was met with only black. Were his eyes even opened? He tried again, shutting them tightly, so his eyes hurt from the pressure, then opened up them up wide, only when they started to burn from not blinking did he allow himself to conclude that the room was dark. Did he have his glasses on? He couldn\'t exactly feel them on his face; but then again, he never really could, which was one of the reasons why he liked his small-framed glasses so much, but now, now he wish he knew where they were. It made him feel more vulnerable knowing someone could see him perfectly, but he anything he saw (besides the unsettling black) would be skewed, and out of focus; what made it worse was that he had the suspicion that whoever his attacker was, they had done it specifically for that purpose.

His eyes threatened to roll back from the aching pain, but forced his mind to another topic in order to keep himself conscious, like, why was it was so cold. Was he wearing any clothes? It certainly didn\'t feel like it, he could feel something soft touching his back, but the rest of his body felt cool. Which brought up another scintillating question, why wasn\'t he wearing clothes, and where had they gone? Harry shook a little, unsure. The cold had settled itself so much, deep into his body, that he couldn’t feel any scratch of fabric against his dry skin. He felt stupid for being uncertain if he was nude or not, but not having his vision to confirm the answer, the young wizard couldn\'t really tell.

Exactly where was he? It was yet another question to ask, and, if he was as dim witted to not even know if his clothes were on his body or not, he really had no idea he whe was supposed to answer anything else. He moved his head around as far as his strained neck would allow, but still all he could see was the discomfiting darkness. He couldn\'t even make out the shadow of his arms, although he knew they were right next to his face, he could feel them close to his head. Trying to struggle against his restraints, Harry noticed, that he couldn\'t feel anything really holding him down. No cold metal, not itchy rope or some form of cloth… nothing. That discerning realization made Harry more apprehensive than before. Struggling to free himself once more, the dark haired wizard felt his left leg cramp, twisting the muscle, and he gasped at the unexpected sensation and immediately tried to stretch his leg out to alleviate the unwelcome feeling. Of course, writhing around on the bed created noise. Enough noise, Harry realized, so that whoever (or whatever) else was in the room, could hear him. Hearing a muffled snicker, he froze.

\"Well, well, well…\" It was a familiar, but, at the moment, an unrecognizable voice. \"Look who is finally awake.\" Harry cringed at the words, knowing his situation had not improved. He heard movement around him and a soft rustling; whoever was close. A sudden burst of light pounded his eyes and a cool brush of air against his body startled the tied boy. Harry blinked his eyes repeatedly against the scarring brightness, trying to get used to the new light. Through aching eyes, Harry caught a glimpse of pale blonde hair and even paler skin.

\"Malfoy?\" he asked, feeling the name scratch its way up his throat, he realized how sore it was, and how rough it sounded. He saw a blurred, pale hand rise and fingers wave at him slightly, through squinted eyes. He tried to focus on them, and he just knew that the Slytherin was moving them in such a fashion that he was well aware how much it hurt Harry’ss. Ts. There really wasn\'t that much extra light added at all, why did his eyes hurt so much?

\"Hello, Potter,\" Malfoy began, \"I suppose the light is bothering you.” Harry wondered at how he failed to have recognized the annoying voice from the beginning, or at least taken a wild stab in the dark. \"You know, but to be quite honest, I don\'t really care about your comfort level at the moment. I suppose, otherwise, I probably wouldn\'t have drugged, bound, and stripped you naked before tying you a bed in this abysmally chilled part of the dungeons, now would I?\" He smirked before, somehow gracefully pulling himself onto the bed and closing the curtain most of the way. The light dimmed down to be more bearable, although Harry doubted the Slytherin did that for his sake.

Harry\'s skin jumped when he felt Malfoy\'s hot hands press against his chest. \"My, you certainly are cold, aren\'t you?\" he asked letting his thumbs trail over the bound boy\'s nipples, causing Harry to shiver. A small, \"Hmm…?\" came from the Slytherin.

\"Don\'t do that,\" Harry muttered, turning his head to look away from the blonde on top of him, who he could see now, though still blurred.

\"Do what?\" Draco asked innocently. \"This?\" he pinched Harry\'s right nipple, hard. Harry cried out and tried to move away from the offending hand, without much luck.

\"Don\'t touch me,\" Harry attempted to growl, but only succeeded in making a pathetic gurgling noise, though it did seem to help ease the scratch in his throat, massaging it; it would have been good if he wasn’t afraid he’d choke on his own saliva. Draco chuckled.

\"I don\'t think you\'re in any position to be ordering me around,\" the blonde rested his hands on either side of Harry\'s head and leaned down a little, so his face was close enough for the dark-haired boy to feel his breath. \"I think you need to pull yourself off that pedestal you put yourself on. It\'s a little too high, and I\'d hate to have to push you off of it; it might ruin that pretty little face of yours.\" Draco positioned himself so he was straddling the other wizard\'s hips, and leaned back into a sitting position, staring at Harry for a few long moments.

He watched as Harry tried to put the pain he was in out of his mind, seemingly barely aware of the blonde staring searchingly at his features. Draco let a frown crease his own before he began to speak again. \"Do you really think you\'re that much better than everyone else? Thinking no one is worthy of the great Harry Potter, even a Malfoy? I warned you, I warned you so many times, Harry. You know what happens when a My doy doesn\'t get what they want willingly?\" Draco leaned back down his face inches away from Harry\'s. \"…they take it.\" His whisper was harsh before closing the mere distance and forcing his lips on Harry\'s in a brutal kiss.

\"I-I d-don\'t know w-what I d-did,\" he stuttered, lost somewhere between shocked, and appalled. Harry wanted to keep his unfocused, sore eyes on the blonde atop him, but started to tear up. Malfoy laughed bily. ly.

\"You know how much trouble you\'ve caused me? How much torment I\'ve endured because of you? Boy Wonder, Harry Potter, picked a Weasley over Draco Malfoy. You picked that piece of trash, instead of me? It\'s because you\'re as stupid and as clueless as a flobberworm, yet you still manage to get away from harm with barely a scratch, but mostly… it\'s because you\'re a boy, and I get so fucking hard thinking about you,\" Draco‘s voice was near a stage whisper decided as he accentuated the words by grinding his now obvious erection against Harry\'s hip. Draco\'s mouth twisted into a crude smirk when Harry started to visibly shake.

Staring into the dark haired wizard\'s scared and unseeing eyes, Draco stretched himself out over Hars bos body, letting his hands trail up the darker boy\'s arms as he stretched over and above Harry’s head. His warm hands closing over Harry\'s fists, Draco lowered his head to Harry\'s right ear. \"Give me tonight,\" he whispered into Harry\'s, \"and we can both forget this ever happened tomorrow.\" Harry shuddered, now more frightened of the boy on top of him than any other person he had ever had to face, including Voldemort.

\"No,\" He whimpered, cringing when he heard Draco growl. The Gryffindor cried out when he felt blunt teeth bite into his ear, sharply ripping it. It caused him less pain than the words before, blaming him for his choices that caused others pain. He hurt because of it, letting it temporarily numb him to the physical pain coursing through his body.

\"Do you have to be so difficult all the time?” the blonde asked, and Harry could have swoe hee heard a sadness in the other boy’s voice. “All you had to do was to play along for an hour or so, but, no, of course not, you couldn\'t do that.\" He paused, for what seemed a thoughtful moment in which Harry could feel the weight of the blonde more strongly as they both drew ragged breaths, \"Tell me Harry, are you a virgin?\" Harry felt his entire body go numb at the question, still cold, despite the warmth above him. His temperature seemed to seep upwards, chilling Drs bos body as well, instead of taking the edge off his own. Sure, he had figured what Malfoy was after before he had said it, but before, it was easy to pretend that he was tied up, and naked, on some bed for another reason. The situation had just become real to him, no longer could he hide behind the theory that, ‘if I don’t say it, it’s not real.’ At that moment, from the grin that crept onto Draco\'s face, they both understood that, yes, Harry knew exactly what Draco wanted, and, yes, Harry was very much a virgin.

\"Well, that certainly makes these circumstances much more interesting, don\'t you think?\" The disturbing grin still set on Malfoy\'s face made Harry visibly shudder. Despite his lack in visual acuity, the closer the blonde was to him, the more his sight improved. That fact did little to improve the rest of the situation, since he knew it meant that Draco would be very close to him for the next, oh, hour o. To. The Slytherin kept his grin as he watched the wizard under him trying to shove his head further bintointo the mattress when Draco leaned in closer. He pressed another demanding kiss on Harry\'s lip, biting into it when met with Harry\'s refusal to respond. Draco shuddered when he felt the skin slowly breaking under his teeth. Who said pain couldn\'t bring pleasure?

Feeling blood enter the Gryffindor\'s mouth, he pulled away, teeth still clamped on his lip, reveling in the gurgling noise coming from Harry\'s mouth as he felt and swore he heard a soft ripping of tender flesh. Lifting his head to look into desperate green eyes, he grinned, licking the blood he could feel off of his lips, emitting a small, \"mmm\".

\"You\'re so pretty,\" he cooed, petting the soft, short locks on the Gryffindor. A small trickle of blood started to slide down the side of Harry\'s face. Smiling, he leaned down and licked at the small trail, receiving a shudder from the boy under him. Harry bucup, up, trying to push Draco off him, but only succeeded in pulling a low moan from the blonde, his eyelids fluttering slightly. \"Eager?\" he teased.

\"You\'re sick,\" Harry spoke, speech slightly slurred from the blood trickling slowly into his mouth. Anger and fear made his voice shake on the few words, as well as pulling the cut open further on his damaged lip.

A perverse grin spread across Draco\'s face. \"That might be so,\" he began, \"but I promise, that I\'ll make you come before me.\" Harry saw that same determined glint in Draco\'s eyes as he spoke, and in spite of his adamant belief that there was no possible way the blonde on top of him could ever make Harry respond the way he wanted, the smaller boy struggled to discredit Draco\'s resolute statement.

Before Harry could think of anything to say to the blonde, Draco\'s lips, reddened by the other boy\'s dark blood, started to descend the Gryffindor\'s body. Harry\'s breath caught in his throat; it shouldn\'t be like this. He shut his eyes, when a soft tongue dragged over his right nipple. Tears burned his eyelids, dispelling his earlier hope for wetness to ease them, tstilstill wasn’t what he wished for, and why did this almost feel good? Malfoy\'s head continued to travel down his body, occasionally blowing cool air along the wet trails his tongue left. A few silent tears streamed out of the corner of Harry\'s eyes, this shouldn\'t be happening…


Harry tensed; the blonde\'s mouth was so close… so very close. Groaning, he wished his hands were free so he could slap himself, he couldn\'t possibly be hoping for a blowjob from a Malfoy. A slight wave of disappointment rushed through him, followed by a strong wave of shame when Malfoy raised his head back up to meet Harry\'s face.

\"You honestly believed that I\'d go down on you?\" Draco cocked an eyebrow (something he seemed to be doing a lot of at the moment). The Gryffindor\'s eye\'s widened, how could the Slytherin have known? The taller boy chuckled, \"I\'m a Malfoy, and we don\'t suck cock like some little whore. It would be horribly undignified and a disgusting act for me to partake in.\"

Harry squirmed against Malfoy\'s body that was pressed up against his, which was beginning to feel a little too nice for his own liking, \"And raping someone isn\'t?\" his voice cracked.

The taller wizard dug his fingernails into the smaller boy\'s hips sharply at the accusation. \"That\'s different, I\'m taking something that should have been mine from the beginning,\" he sneered. Harry was grateful that the blonde was distracted enough to have stopped his actions, it gave his mind time enough to gain control over his body\'s reactions… for the most part, at least.

\"People aren\'t property, you can\'t take them,\" Harry spoke defiantly.

Malfoy\'s smirk seemed to grow as his left hand disappeared from the harsh grip on Harry\'s sore hip. The Gryffindor arched his back and swore loudly (more out of surprise, than pain) when he felt a finger roughly shove itself inside of him. \"This little hole say\'s otherwise,\" he teased.

A deceivingly soft hand slid its way up to the front of the smaller boy\'s hip, tracing light patterns across the sensitive flesh. \"Malfoy…\" Panic settled into Harry\'s voice, making it waver slightly, when he felt his body beginning to react to the pleasant touches. \"Please…\" a soft intake of breath through bloody lips, \"please, don\'t do this\".

Harry\'s body froze as Draco lowered his trailing left hand, stroking it over the Gryffindor\'s groin. Not being able to stand the curious gaze from Draco\'s face, albeit blurred, Harry turned his head away and squeezed his eye\'s shut, willing his body to hate the blonde\'s hands that rtlestlessly traveled across his skin.

Warm fingers wrapped around his slowly growing erection, and the more Harry tried to ignore Draco, the more Draco\'s hands stood out in his mind, the more he enjoyed the way Draco\'s slender thumb would circle around the head of his cock. Shame. It was pure, utter shame. Shame turned into disgusted devastation when an audible moan came from his mouth. Even with his eyes shut, Harry could tell Draco was smiling at him. \"Beginning to enjoy yourself?\" the blonde taunted, giving Harry\'s now completely hard cock a small squeeze, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the dark haired boy.

The breath, however, caused him to inhale access blood from his still bleeding mouth, making him cough violently. A combination of blood and saliva came up from his mouth, just missing Draco, who was staring at Harry with that strange, perverse smile on his face.

\"Awe,\" Draco began, his free hand moving up to the smaller boy\'s face, dipping his fingers inside the slack lips, smearing around the blood on his face, mouth, and down his chin, \"you\'re a mess.\" He spoke softly, in an almost gentle tone, confusing Harry more. The blonde opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again, his eyes looking down at his fingers, coated in blood. A faint grin fell upon his face as he rubbed his thumb over his index and middle fingers, sliding smoothly through the liquid. “I think I have a better idea,” he said, with his sharp grey eyes meeting frightened green, and Harry’s pleaded fearfully, silently, with him not to do it.

The same hand traveled down to Harry\'s neck, completely covering his fingers in the bright red fluid. Draco settled himself in between Harry\'s spread legs and circled the opening with fingfingers, before pushing in. Harry grunted and tried to pull away from the intrudfingfingers, not believing that he could feel any worse than he did at the moment.

Draco\'s two fingers felt cool inside of him, yet warmer than the rest of his body, as they moved around, making the Gryffindor feel more exposed than ever before. That was, until the searching fingers lightly scraped against something inside that shot a wave of pleasure through the tied wizard. Harry\'s back arched again, and let out a short whimper. He was wrong when he thought it couldn\'t get any worse.

Persistent fingers relentlessly rubbed against Harry\'s prostate, quickening his breath when he felt an all too familiar build up inside of him. The hand that was stroking Harry\'s cock sped up, as Draco bent his head down, and gently blew on the tip of his erection, cooling the pre-cum that was leaking from it. Another embarrassing moan came from Harry, as his body kept trying to twist away from Draco\'s hands.

Withouch wch warning to either Draco, or himself, he came, come spilling over Draco\'s hand, dotting itself on Harry\'s abdomen. A long, low groan escaped the dark haired boy, followed by a sob, hitching his breath. A pleased smile fell upon Draco\'s face, only faltering when Harry spoke, \"Please let me go.\"

\"Oh, I don\'t think you\'re being very fair,\" Draco spoke in a condescending tone \"ven\ven\'t had my turn yet.\"

Harry\'s body went limp in defeat. He had never really liked the young Malfoy… not that he had ever liked any Malfoy, but even he would never assume that Draco had the cruelty and selfishness in him, to make anyone feel as pathetic and used as Harry did right now.

Harry didn\'t struggle as Draco slathered his cock with the come from his hand, didn\'t try to twist away when the blonde\'s erection started to press against the tight ring of muscle. However, Harry flinched and cried out when he bit down on his throbbing lip, as Draco roughly pushed himself inside of the dark haired wizard.

Pain wracked through Harry\'s smaller body, the unexpected violence taking him completely by surprise. Draco hovered over Harry\'s body, forehead resting lightly on his collarbone, not pressing down hard enough to hurt. Slow, long breaths brushed over the tanned skin of his chest, and Harry still did not move.

Slowly, the blondgan gan to pull out, groaning as he pushed himself back in again, either not noticing, or not caring that Harry remained limp. D\'s \'s mind wandered off into its own little world, not noticing the small gasping and soft moans that came from his mouth. It wasn\'t so much what his body was feeling at the moment so much as it was the thought of what he was doing, knowing what he was doing. He pushed in violently, wanting to feel Harry\'s body jerk underneath his. No, this wasn\'t only about set wat was taking what he wanted, what was his, and what he had been denied for so long.

He came entlently, stifling a long groan into Harry\'s neck. The smaller boy\'s chest began to shake, causing Draco to chuckle… he always cried. Ignoring the wizard under him, Draco pulled himself out of Harry\'s body, and sat up, stretching his back before climbing over the dark haired boy\'s legs and sitting himself on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the cold floor. Harry could hear the blonde mutter something through the thick fog of his mind, unable to fully understand what had just happened, why he couldn’t stop himself from doing it over and over.

The bounds on his arms and legs were gone, and instead of leaving, which at one point was his priority, Harry curled up on his side, burying his head to his chest. He felt light headed… dizzy. He felt his mouth moving, but didn\'t hear the words that came from his mouth. Whatever he said, though, caused the pale Slytherin to stop moving for a second. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment longer, before getting up, the barely visible muscles on his back tightened, as if he was debating with his own mind, wondering if he should leave the room and never come back, much like he thought every night this took place.

\"Because,\" he began without turning around, \"when you wake up, you won\'t remember anything…\" The pause was deadening and Harry knew he wasn’t going to like what Draco was about to say, \"just like last time\" Like last time, Harry repeated in his head, since he was slowly feeling himself drift towards sleep, and he remembered the first time. It was confusing, and he had no sense of time, wondering how much of his memory was blanked to these excursions. He didn’t feel the rise of the bed when Draco stood to leave, but his eyes focused on his glasses sitting in front of his face on the bed. He looked past them, one eye looking through the lens to the last thing he saw, pale skin walking from him, before his mind gave in and slipped to the darkness.

The room was stagnant, bitter cold and secluded. Harry\'s small body lay, unmoving, on the old worn mattress, it was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room aside from an ugly, yellow, threadbare chair that sat in front of a worn desk. The Gryffindor had never known what this room had been used for when he stumbled across it by accident one night. It started to become a regular occurrence that he’d wander the castle at night, searching for something or someone, or somewhere to take his mind off things he’d thought enough about for a lifetime already. He couldn’t remember how long ago it was he’d found the old, run-down room, and he never understood why he always came back. He felt compelled to go there, like it held some horrible secret that he needed to figure out.

He\'d never realize how true his thoughts weand and never realize that every time he woke up on the bed, dressed, clean, and vaguely sore in strange places that anything had taken place aside from a long nap. He would never question the fact that he never remembered falling asleep, and he would never notice the small, empty vial that lay, tipped over on the cold stone floor just under the bed.

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