Haunted

Harry, magickly bound and blindfolded stood helplessly as his

clothes were ripped from his body. Forcefully, he was turned away from

us unknow attacker, his upper body pushed over a rough surface. His

legs were pushed open and gloved hands roamed freely between his bare

legs. The hands pulled harshly at his balls. Harry gasped as he tried

desperatly to close his legs.

\"Dont fucking move, Harry Potter, or I promise you I will rip

them off, no hesitation.\" The voice was barely a wisper, nothing more

than a cold growl. Harry thought it was faintly familier, but couldn\'t

place it. Harry tried to turn his head to see if he could catch a

glimps of his attacker. What he saw was a hooded figure, every inch of

skin was covered with cloth. Suddenly a gloved hand connected with his

face hard.

\"Dont you fucking look at me, your fiflty face makes me sick.\"

Harrys head was now slamed onto the table below him. Blood and tears

were streaming down his face. \" P-please stop...I\'ll do anything. P-

Please\" Harry pleaded. Harry was welcomed with a low chuckle, cold and

mean. Harry could hear the muffled sould of the gloved hands fumbling

around behind him. Then he heard the soud of his attackers pants

unzipping slowly. He frooze, no longer trembling. A cold sweat broke

out and stung his body. He knew what was comming next. He closed his

eyes wimpering,\" please, let me go. I\'ll do anything you want.\"

His attacker seized Harrys hair, yanking his head back hard.

Harry yelped loudly. \"I\'ll stop when I get what I want, now hold still

you fiflthy whore.\" his attackers hands gripped Harrys waist, his

hardness pressing up against Harrys thigh.

\"W-What is it you want? Anyth I\' I\'ll give it to you, just

stop,\" Harry pleaded. His attackers face was close now, his hot breath

penetrating his ear. Finger nails dug deep into Harrys skin. With all

of his force Harrys attacker was inside of Harry. Harry\'s breath

cought. He was no longer breathing. Pain ripped through his body. His

shaking began all over again.

\"I,\" his attacker said as he pulled out,\" want you ro cum for

me,\" he slamed back into Harry. Harry found his breath, with it his

voice. Screaming in pain Harry tried to fight his attacker, but in his

weak state he found he soon had to give up. The pain was to much. His

attacker showed no mercy. His trust bacame harder and faster, breathing

rapid. Has fist still entangled in Harrys hair, pulling his head back

with each trust. Harrys eyes began to drift shut. Feeling as if hes

gong to pass out he lets his body start to go limp. His attacker

slammed into him harder. As he did so he slammed harrys head into the

table once again. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, openly bawling. \"

Please, stop,\" he choked out out,\" I cant take anymore, whoever you

are, you win, I lose,\" Harrys whole body shook as he cried helplessly.

His attacker scraped his nails down Harrys back, around his inner

thighs and to Harrys suprisingly hard cock, slowly he began to stroke

it.

\" You know what you have to do.\" His attackers voice was now

deep and husky. Harry shivered, his body now seemed to be goin numb.

All he could feel were his attackers steady hands. \" Please,\" came

Harrys small voice \" I-i can\'t\"

\"Cum for me Potter, let me know your weak.\" His voice was

lulling now. Soft almost. Harrys cock began to swell under his

attackers touch. The trusting behind hi was slow and steady now.

Harrys breathing became sharp and he wimperd as he slowly began to cum.

His attacker pushed in once more, then he pulled out. Harry let his

whole body go limp. Falling from the desk. His attacker cought him

before he hit the ground. He held him for a moment. His touch was soft,

almost nice. Then his faceless attacker sniggered behind his hood.

\"You weak whore, I bet you thought Id cum to.\" He face came

close to Harrys. Close enough for Harry to see the pale outline of

hair. He thought he saw a flash of steely eyes. \"Your a whore,

whores are fiflthy, I dont cum for whores, Id definantly never cum for

you.\" His attacker let go of him, letting him hit the floor with a hard

thud. His attacker left him sobbing, in pain, on the floor...

***

Entering his room Harrys attacker ripped his hooded cloak off. Sweat

dripping of his mediumn length silver blonde hair. After he did away

with the rest of his clothes, he scrambled under his silver and green

silk sheets. He began to stroke himslef, ofter only few strokes he

came covering his mouth wispering muffled name... \" Harry..!\"

After his breathing returned to normal, he magicked himelsf clean.

Walking over to his wardrobe he fumbled for his sleeping garments,

putting them on he looked at him self in front of his great mirror.

His skin was milky and soft, his hair longer and a pale blonde. His

cheekbones high and elegant. His lips full and soft. Then there was

his trademark eyes, smokey grey, and alluring. He was beautiful and he

knew inly nly right now, he didnt feel beautiful. He suddenly became

angry. Looking at himself he realised what he had just done.

\"Just to get some kicks from \"The Boy Who Lived\" Draco Malfoy,

your a monster, you should be ashamed...\" He said angerly to himself, his fist

connecting with the mirror, staining his broken image red. Throwing himself onto
the bed , he didnt care

about the blood or the pain. He reached for a pillow, shoving his face

into to it, he let a few angry tears fall, visions of the nights events

playing in his mind all night long...