A Death Eater in the House

disclaimer: note mine, all the characters belong to jkrowling.


“Don’t you think it’s ironic, Harry, that the both of us are hiding at the same place right at the moment?” asked Lucius Malfoy lying on top of Harry whose body was temporally immobile due to the spell Malfoy cast on him earlier.
“As a matter of fact I do, Malfoy.” spat Harry though all the spite he tried to spit was lost halfway as long as Malfoy was very effectively squeezing Harry’s throat right at the moment. Nevertheless, Harry continued, “I still believe that the best place for you was, is, and will always be Azkaban or any other prison for that matter.”
“You think so, Harry?” purred the wizard on top of him finding their position quite amusing.
“Well haven’t I already told you that it is what I think? Or have Azkaban and the last Dementors left there addled with brain somehow so that you don’t get it straight away, Malfoy?”
“Harry, you don’t really think that anything you say can spoil my mood right now?” asked Lucius baring his teeth and sinking them into Harry’s lower lip making the boy yelp in pain his eyes stinging with tears.
“Don’t you dare touch me in any way, Malfoy!” yelled Harry panic rising in his voice his lip bleeding.
“Or what? Do you really think that someone will bother to save you? Hmm, maybe, Severus…no I suppose not, then maybe Dumbledore, no…too occupied with his precious order…or maybe your beloved godfather Sirius Black…oh I forgot he’s dead…” said Malfoy accompanying his speech with cruel laughter.
Harry didn’t respond and just closed his eyes trying to shift under the weigh of the elder wizard which was quite impossible and cursing Dumbledore for leaving him in Snape’s care who clearly didn’t care an ounce for Harry’s well-being or staying alive for that matter giving Lucius Malfoy a shelter when he and his fellow Death Eaters escaped Azcaban.
“What’s the matter, Harry? Have nothing to say? Still mourn over your godfather’s death? Still blaming yourself for being so stupid? Well you should be.”
“Shut up, Malfoy, just shut up.” whispered Harry his voice breaking.
“Oh, no Harry. It’s been such a long time since I had a decent conversation that I can’t let this opportunity slip.” Answered Lucius Malfoy smiling terribly, “But then again, there might be other ways to spend such a wonderful night, don’t you think, Harry?” he murmured somewhere too close to Harry’s face his breathghosghosting over Harry’s lips. Harry’s eyes flew open.
“Why don’t you just go, Malfoy? Don’t you have something else to do? Why aren’t you at your Lords feet kissing the hem of his robes and asking to be forgiven for a failed mission?”
“Because, dear Harry, I like it so much better lying here in bed with you.” He said his arm sliding underneath Harry’s pajama top making Harry jerk away with a hiss.
“D-don’t touch me! Unlike you I don’t appreciate being in bed with you so why don’t you better find someone who would like being touched by you?”
“I hate to disappoint you, Harry, but I really prefer it that way and the least you can do is to enjoy the situation as much.” He added smirking and spelling Harry’s pajamas off making Harry gasp and close his eyes once again.
Lucius laughed.
“Harry, dear, you’re not so bad and there’s no reason to close your eyes or being appalled. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of believe me when I say so myself. I know what I’m talking about.”
Harry was frantically shaking hea head tears running freely down his cheek.
“What’s that, Harry?”
“Don’t do this. Don’t.” Harry said his voice rasp as he continued struggling beneath Lucius.
“Oh but I want to Harry. Besides I have to repay you for landing me in Azcaban and tarnishing my family name.”
“You was the one to bring it on yourself, Malfoy. That’s not my fault that you choose your company wrong.”
“Well, I can’t complain right at the moment you provide for a nice entertainment because frankly speaking Severus is no fun to have around and as long as I am his guest here as much as you are I think we can make some good out of our stay here, don’t you agree? As I noticed neither you nor Severus like each other company much. I’d say on the contrary. But that’s enough about that. What I want to know sweet one is if you are still a virgin?”
Harry didn’t say anything but his glowing face was an answer enough.
“Oh my but that is just splendid! I’m sure I will enjoy deflowering you. Pity you are so stubborn and won’t appreciate it one bit.”
Harry felt Lucius Malfoy standing up and opened his eyes. He watched as the man shed his night robes on the floor and shuddered.
“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?” he asked his heart beating frantically in his chest.
“Yes, Harry, I am going to spend a lovely night deep inside your tight little hole so you’d better prepare yourself for a tough night. I like it rough.” He replied a lascivious smile playing on his smirking face.
Harry didn’t say a word after that as he felt Lucius descending upon him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he still had a faint hope that maybe, just maybe Snape would come by and check upon him. But no. The hope was vain.
Harry knew the moment Dumbledore told him where he was going to spend his summer holidays that things wouldn’t go well or according to the headmaster’s plan. And of course he knew that things would go still worse when it turned out that Lucius Malfoy was staying in the house. And now he knew what those looks this particular Malfoy was sending his way throughout the whole week meant now. And he shuddered each and every time the man thrust into him fiercely and rough just like he promised ripping Harry apart. But Harry didn’t cry and didn’t plead but received it as his penance for leading his godfather to his untimely death. Or for anything at all he did in his life. He could find lots of things to blame himself for.
When it was all overe tre than anything Harry wanted to go to the bathroom and scrub himself clean inside and out from all that Lucius Malfoy left on his skin and inside his body but Lucius Malfoy didn’t go but wrapped his arm possessively around Harry’s body and fell asleep a permanent satisfied smirk on his face. Harry was looking at his face feeling nothing, nothing at all. It was only in the morning that Lucius lifted the spell and left giving Harry a morning bruising kiss on the lips.
Harry decide that he would need an eternity to wash himself clean off Malfoy and as long as he didn’t have one he came to breakfast feeling dirty and sick. He must have looked sick as well because Snape looked at him his mouth curving into a sneer and asked malevolently.
“Something wrong with our little hero?”
“No.” Said Harry quietly not touching his food. He hated the man. Now more than ever. It was his fault. It was all his fault. Not even Lucius Malfoy’s. But his. He was supposed to look out for his well being and not allow his fellow Death Eater use him as a whore.
But Snape wasn’t fooled. He looked at Lucius who was sitting in front of him a serene mask on his face.
“Lucius?”
“Yes, Severus?”
Harry didn’t look at either but but stared at his plate but though he didn’t see them he was sure there was a silent conversation going on. And he knew he was right the next time Snape spoke.
“Well, I warnou tou to spell your door closed, Potter. You should know better than that with an escaped Death Eater in the house.”
“I closed the door, you bastard! As if it stopped him!” yelled Harry finally exploding and pointing at Lucius.
“Harry, haven’t anyone taught you that it’s extremely rude to call names those elder than you or to point your finger at someone?” asked Lucius just as calmly.
“I’m afraid no one bothered, sir.” Said Harry bowing his head mockingly, “You could have done it though seeing as you are staying here with me but as farI reI remember last night you decided to teach me something else! So why you of all people should complain?”
Lucius looked at him as if considering something before saying.
“Good point, Harry. The next time I will pay more attention to your discipline.”
“There will be no next time, Lucius.” Interfered Snape.
“Says who?”