With A Dragon's Heart

Title: - With A Dragon’s Heart
Author: - roedhunt
Pairing(s): - Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: - This story is based on characters & situations created and owned by JK Rowling, Blah blah blah
Rating: - NC-17
Summary: - This story deals with disturbing issues such as rape, self-mutilation and molestation. Draco and Harry both have abusive pasts and are trying to deal with them in everyday life and soon turn to each other to fight the demons.
Warnings: - Angst, first time, violence, self abuse, hurt/comfort, rape & m/m sex


CHAPTER ONE: It Begins

Draco Malfoy entered the vacant Gryffindor Quidditch locker room, knowing that Harry Potter was alone. All the other players had already left. Draco wanted to taunt Harry after yesterday’s confrontation; Harry had managed to get in the last word. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this idea four years ago. Thinking of all the opportunities he missed, he cursed himself silently. It was quiet except for the sound of water running in the distance. Draco crept in quietly, so he wouldn’t alert Harry of his secret arrival. Halfway there, he heard Harry exclaim ‘NO!’ and he froze in his tracks. At first he thought Harry had heard him. But he deduced he was too stealthy for that and too far away. Then he imagined one or more disgruntled opponents were attacking Harry, but of course, none would be that brainless (himself included of course) He finally chalked it up to Harry dropping the soap. Or Harry complaining out loud from an injury or a new open wound. Or perhaps the Boy-Who-Lived had finally snapped.

He proceeded on and heard another cry of ‘NO!’ Something was wrong and Draco was now curious to find out just what it was. As carefully as he could, he removed his shoes and approached closer. Draco\'s assumption was confirmed; Harry was indeed alone. Harry had his back towards him and he was masturbating in the shower. Draco wondered why he would cry out so, unless Harry was frustrated that he couldn’t hold his wad. That made Draco feel almost giddy, thinking Harry was a premature ejaculator. He moved in for a closer look. Harry was braced on the tile wall with one hand, and the other was violently fisting his cock almost to the point of mutilation. His face was contorted, his eyes were closed, and it appeared as if he was outraged.

Harry slammed the side his fist into the tiles and cursed under his breath. Draco watched in part fascination and part disgust that Harry would purposely do this to himself. Or perhaps, he thought, Harry had a fetish for self-abuse. Harry slammed the side of his fist into the wall again. All of his muscles were tensing up and Draco knew he was approaching an orgasm. Harry thrust his arse back and forth, forcing his penis in and out of his tightly closed fist. Draco noticed how red and swollen his dick was. Harry slammed his fist into the wall over and over until all of his seed was released. Harry stood there breathlessly, now bracing himself with both hands. He started ramming his head into the shower tiles and didn\'t even cry out in pain. Draco opened his mouth in disbelief. It looked as if Harry was pissed off just because he had an orgasm. Being in utter shock, Draco backed away, never taking his eyes off Harry’s heaving chest or his crimson coloured penis. It could have even been bleeding, but he couldn’t tell from where he was.

Draco managed to leave undetected and ran down the corridors still holding his shoes. A million thoughts entered his head, but none had an explanation for what he just witnessed. Draco paused to put back on his shoes before reaching the populated Slytherin area. Several students inquired about Draco\'s pale face. It WAS paler than usual. He regained his self-image and barked at them to sod off. Draco retreated to his room quickly and began to pace, running his fingers in his hair. His curiosity was getting the better of him. He was determined to find out one way or another.

Draco left earlier than usual for dinner, wanting to catch Harry before he entered into the Great Hall. Always being the last to arrive, the golden trio finally approached.

“Evening, Potter,” he drawled, sneering.

“Sod off, Malfoy,” Ron spat.

“I wasn\'t talking to you, Weasel.”

Harry ignored Draco and passed him by with a grunt.

“So Potter, are you always self-abusive?” he scoffed.

Faster than lightning, Harry spun around, extended his arms with open claws, and launched himself at Draco, knocking him backwards onto the cement floor. Ron and Hermione gasped at their friend’s unusual behaviour, and they just stood there, unable to move. Harry had a death gripe around Draco\'s neck, immediately cutting off his oxygen. He started pounding Draco\'s head onto the cold, hard ground.

At Hermione’s urging, Ron leapt over to Harry and tried to pry Harry’s hands off Draco. Harry let go long enough to fling his arm back, causing Ron to fly backwards. Never before had the two of them had ever seen this type of hatred from Harry. The few seconds Draco was free of Harry’s grasp, he managed to get in a couple of deep breaths. But his face was still turning white and his eyes were rolling back. Harry griped Draco’s neck again, this time with more force.

“POTTER!”

It was Professor Snape. Harry whipped his head around in the direction of where the voice was coming from. Snape had on the exact same expression when it was discovered that Harry was a parselmouth. Harry’s eyes seared into Snape’s as he growled. Instinctively, Snape pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry’s head. He began to advance slowly.

Calmly and evenly, he hissed, “Release him now, Potter, or I’ll see to it that you\'re in Azkaban for life.”

As if Harry was in a trance and finally released, he slowly let go of Draco and stared down at the boy underneath him. Before he could actually digest what just occurred, Snape grabbed Harry by the scruff of his collar and flung him up to his feet. He did so in a way that it seemed Harry weighed nothing at all. Snape dragged him along as he stormed away, and shot a glare at Crabbe and Goyle standing nearby.

“See to it Mr. Malfoy comes down to my office when he’s able to,” he snapped.

Crabbe and Goyle quickly nodded their heads, and then looked over at Ron and Hermione with contempt, as if it was their fault. Ignoring them, they quietly watched Draco rising to one elbow while the other hand rubbed his bruised neck. Hermione began to lean down.

“I can help you, Malfoy,” she quietly offered.

“Get away from me, Granger!” he croaked.

Hermione was about to protest, but Ron gently took hold of her arm and guided her backwards. He slowly shook his head at her; it was obviously clear that he too regretted what had happened to Draco, but knew it was best not to interfere. This was between Harry and Draco. They hugged and comforted each other, feeling each other’s pain for what they both witnessed. It was interrupted, however, by Draco\'s coughs and gasps.

“I hope he dies for what he did to me,” he hoarsely said.

Draco wobbled a bit before he righted himself firmly. He had heard what Snape said before he left, so he just nodded in Crabbe and Goyle’s direction as he breezed by. Draco\'s mind began racing. He thought of Harry’s reaction to his remark, the dark shade of the normally green eyes, and the burning hatred within them. All of it was worthy enough to be in Slytherin. He silently snorted at that prospect. Now, only one image remained, the death of one Harry Potter. He became so deep in thought, that before he realized it, he was standing in front of Snape’s door. He sighed, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He swore he would not show Potter any fear, only hatred.

He rapped on the heavy, wooden door and it opened straight away.

“Enter, Mr. Malfoy.”

Harry was faced towards Snape’s desk, eyes and head cast downward. Draco raised an eyebrow in Snape’s direction and Snape nodded, indicating it was safe. Only Snape knew of Draco\'s fear of anger being directed at him. But usually it only concerned his father, Lucius Malfoy. Draco threw his shoulders back and held his head high as he marched up to the front of the classroom. Snape almost laughed at the shield Draco was putting on. He stood defiantly beside Harry, but kept his eyes on Snape. Eyeing the two of them, Snape rose from his desk and folded his arms.

“Mr. Malfoy, I must inform you that I have not addressed Mr. Potter yet. I was waiting for you.”

“Thank you, professor.”

“Mr. Potter,” Snape directed his attention towards Harry. “Being a Hogwart’s Professor, I am obligated to send a destructive student, such as yourself, before Headmaster Dumbledore. However,” he paused. “I wanted this opportunity to speak to you directly beforehand.”

Still having his eyes and head lowered, Harry gave a simple nod.

“You will respond verbally, Mr. Potter!”

“Yes, professor.”

Snape snorted. He walked around to the front, and the two boys took a few steps back, making room for him. He stood right in front of Harry who could feel Snape’s eyes digging into him.

“You will look at me, Potter.”

Harry slowly raised his head and looked with shame and humiliation at his professor.

“It’s too late for pity now, Potter.” Harry slowly nodded in agreement. “Do you have any idea what could have happened to Mr. Malfoy if I hadn’t arrived in time to stop you?”

“Yes, Professor,” Harry said with a crackling voice.

“And do you know what the punishment is for such actions?”

“Yes, Professor,” he replied softly.

Snape scoffed. “Your intelligence always amazes me,” he said sarcastically.

He turned away and walked back to sit in his chair. He sat down and clasped his fingers together, never removing his eyes from Harry. After a few moments of glaring, he turned his attention to Draco.

“Mr. Malfoy, you will tell me exactly what transpired, as I know you will speak the truth.” He shot a sideways glance at Harry.

With those last words, Harry’s calm manner quickly changed back to rage. This did not go unnoticed by Snape. Draco cleared his throat and it rattled from inside. Snape held his hand up to Draco to silence him.

“Mr. Potter, is there something you wish to say first?” he demanded.

Harry gritted his teeth. “No, Professor.”

Snape’s eyebrow rose and he gave Harry a stern look. Harry held his head high and said nothing further. Snape narrowed his eyes and sneered at him, almost daring Harry to say something, to try ANYTHING. After a moment of their quiet stare down, he motioned Draco to continue, still not leaving Harry’s face.

Draco began cautiously, obvious of the tension between the two of them. He wanted to take a few steps sideways to get out of the line of fire. Specifically, away from Harry.

“You see, Professor,” he paused briefly, noticing, through his peripheral vision, Harry’s fists were clenching.

“Please continue, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said, aware of Harry’s sudden movement.

Draco continued amiably, “I confronted Potter.” Draco stopped from a quick glance from Snape. “I mean, I asked Potter a simple question and I believe he took it quite personally, sir.”

“I see.” Professor Snape paused a moment to study Harry’s expression. “And what was the question, Mr. Malfoy?”

Harry began to visibly shake, his knuckles now turning white. Draco finally managed to find the courage to catch a glimpse at Harry who had his eyes embedded on Snape who was glaring back.

Draco started again cautiously, “I asked him if he was always, uh,”

Harry tightened his jaw and turned his glare to Draco. Harry was so enraged; he didn\'t see Snape take out his wand.

“Mr. Potter,” Snape warned.

Harry snapped his head back to Snape, and Draco finished saying the last word.

“Self-abusive,” he whispered.

Within seconds, Harry flung himself at Draco, but never reached him. Draco already anticipated this move, so he ran backwards until he hit the end of one of the desks and tumbled to the floor. Snape also had anticipated this move. Harry was lying facedown, frozen from the “petrificus totalus” spell.

Snape rose from his seat and without moving his eyes from Harry, sternly said, “Mr. Malfoy, you are free to leave.”

Draco looked up at Snape with apprehension.

“Now, Mr. Malfoy,” and he shot him a glare.

Draco took a quick glance towards Harry then back to Snape. He nodded quickly, and then slowly rose to his feet. He nervously straightened his robes and fidgeted with his tie, never taking his sight off Harry. He turned to leave, but was cut short by Snape’s harsh words.

“Mr. Malfoy.” Draco turned back around. “You are a prefect. You are a Malfoy. And you are in Slytherin. ACT that way.”

Draco immediately held himself high. “Yes, sir,” he smiled, now with confidence.

“And never forget that again. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go now. And do not speak of this with anyone.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied with coolness.

Draco left and Snape walked around his desk and glared down at Harry.

“Now, Mr. Potter,” he drawled. “What shall I do with you?” he smirked.

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