Nothing Matters When You're Broken

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AN:I thank you much and give you many smoochies! And now, ENJOY! -CARIO-

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Chapter one: Duty Calls

Waking in a cold sweat, I sat up, gasping for breath. I clutched my chest coughing up bile that was quickly forced down, making my throat burn and my eyes tingle. Damn dreams, waking me up in the middle of the night.

I glanced over at my bed partner, hoping beyond hope he would remain in slumber. God only knows what he would do if he woke to find me sputtering and uncomposed. I gave a shudder just thinking about it.

Pulling one knee to my chest, I sighed, ruffled my hair. My hand trailed to the tattoo on my neck. Well, to tell the truth, it was a branding more than a tattoo. This one happed to be composed of three rings forming a Celtic knot design inside a snake eating its tail. Each ring was inscribed with an aspect associated with the one who had burned it into my neck. The first, pride, the second, honor, and the third, the one that I soon learned was the most important, power.

Since the fall of the Light, everything was in total chaos. Oh, sure, Voldemort was defeated, and all seemed to tilt in our favor... But someone forgot one small prophecy, probably because it had been destroyed in a prior raid. Lucky us, Voldemort had actually heard it.

As Dumbledore raised his wand to deal the final blow, the Dark Lord gave a spine tingling cackle. "Should the Dark Lord be slain before the Leader of the Light, an Overlord shall be brought forth upon the battlefield."

Careless, stupid me, being who I am, raised my wand in pure smite. What did I care? If I could defeat this sick creature, I could surely take on a lesser Overlord. And besides, he was only saying it for intimidation. Before anyone could move to stop me, I had shouted the two words most feared words in our world. "Adavra Kedavra!"

And all Voldemort did was laugh, as if he'd won a great victory. As the last of his ashes faded into a green dust, a light erupted, then darkness.

Once eyes had adjusted to the scenery, we detected laughter and a new, more powerful force. Where the Dark Lord had once been, now stood a laughing Draco Malfoy, the new Dark Lord.

I clutched my head, remembering how stupid I'd been. I'd acted on impulse, created a new disaster. It was nobody's fault but my own. Once again, I had been the cause of our failures.

The surrounding darkness began to seep into the form of Malfoy, bringing back our prior environment. It was then that Dumbledore's will to fight fled. He couldn't kill the youth he had seen grow, seen fall and rise against all odds. He couldn't kill a student that had been housed in his school.

But that wouldn't stop Draco. He grabbed the old man, placed his wand to Dumbledore's throat, whispered in his ear. The elder's eyes glazed, meeting my own. I knew that with that glance this war had taken a turn for the worse.

Malfoy pushed the Headmaster to his knees, wand being positioned at the elder's back. When I took a step forward, the instrument rounded on me. "Stay where you are, Potter; you'll get yours soon enough."

With a flick of his wrist and a muttered spell, I found myself falling to my knees. It felt as though a lead block had been dropped on my back, my hands and knees seemed to be cemented to the ground. It was a trial within itself to just lift my head.

When I accomplished the task, I'd wished I hadn't. Dumbledore's eyes held none of his popular, lively sheen; a trickle of blood made a deep stain in his white beard before a steady flow erupted from his mouth. His eyes connected with mine, lips moving in a silent apology before he fell, face first to the ground.

Malfoy smirked, striding towards me, wand twirling through his fingers. "My how the mighty have fallen," he mocked, circling me. "You know, I always knew it would come down to you and me. Voldemort and that other fool were just too easy to get rid of." He sat on his haunches in front of me, tilted my head up with his wand. "But you," he chuckled," you were a different story. The only living descendent of Merlin, the Dark Lord's power circulating with our own, the priceless gem of Gryffindor." His eyes flashed menacingly. "You're mine now, Potter."

"Fuck you, Malfoy," I growled through gritted teeth and labored breathing.

He laughed. "I think not. Finite Incantantum," he said, putting a sharp grip on my hair, dragging me along with him.

I clutched at his wrists, trying to get him to release me. Taking one hand from his arm, I searched my pockets for my wand. I fought back tears, searching more frantically.

Malfoy chuckled. "Accio Potter's wand," he said, catching the flying piece of wood.

I flayed around, trying to recapture the only thing that would keep me alive. "Give it to me, damnit!"

"You are in no position to be giving orders, Potter," the blonde sneered, dragging me to a plat formed hill. "You're going to wish that every last one of you had died, Potter. I'm going to give you a punishment worse than death; you can count on that." Raising his wand above his head, the Malfoy heir shouted, "Stupefy lucet!"

All the members serving for the Light fell to the ground in whatever stance they happened to be in. Those on the Dark side looked around in utter confusion.

Malfoy's smirk was everlasting. "Brothers in arm, the Second War is over; victory is yours!" A roar met my ears. Once the enthusiasm calmed, Draco's voice boomed. "While your Dark Lord has seen his last battle, he leaves you with a new leader.' His smirked deepened. "I am now your own Lord. In honor of your victory and my uprising, I deem a celebration. Grab whatever trophies you find worthy; the remains of the Light are scattered on these grounds, they are yours to take." He laughed. "You own them! Take them, brand them, and punish them for their wrongs against you. Tonight, we celebrate!"

His audience shouted their approval. Various pops of apparation were heard as the Death Eaters took those they wanted, and some they didn't particularly care for.

I found myself being pulled up, some of my hair departing from my head. "And as for you, Pet, I have much in store for you," the blonde hissed, apparated us to his headquarters.

Upon arriving, I found that we were on a small stage in front of the crowd. I thought I would be sick just looking out into that small ocean. To one corner I saw Colin Creevey, tied and gagged, tears streaming down his face as Theodore Nott thrust into him brutally. His younger brother was screaming, being held back by the elder Nott. To my right I saw Bellatrix Lestrange carving into Justin Finch-Fletchy who at the same time was having Gregory Goyle's cock forced down his throat. And dead front and center, right before my eyes stood Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Neville, and much to my surprise Severus Snape and Remus Lupin. They were all bound by ropes, two to every Death Eater. Looking at the holders, I flinched. Blaise Zabini held Ron and Hermione; Pansy Parkinson constricted a thrashing Seamus and a silent Neville. Snape and Remus were contained to none other than Lucius Malfoy, cold grin plastered to his face.

Draco pushed me forward, keeping a grip on my neck. He began another speech, mainly directed to the surviving members on the Light. "I have in my power one of the most potent wizards of our age. The Savior, the Golden Boy, the boy-who-would-not-die. Take a look; I have Harry Potter, the fallen, the failure, the boy-who-could-not-win. I must say that change is inevitable...and I think it's time for a few changes."

He kicked the back of one knee, causing me to drop, almost tumbling over. Laughter flooded through, along with Dennis Creevey's muffled yells. Draco grabbed my hair, pushing my head down. I felt someone bring my arms behind my back, another forcing my head to the floor as I struggled.

"You all shall see what happens to those who defy the Dark Lord." Malfoy touched his wand to my nape, whispering a spell.

A pain crept in, causing me to scream. It felt as though someone was inside me, cutting an intricate pattern that surfaced. That pain then faded only to be replaced by what seemed like a hot poker, issuing another howl from my mouth.

I shook, trying to force myself from the ground. Two more pairs of arms held me down as I thrashed and protested. Damn them, every last one of the soulless bastards.

"Slaves, the lot of the Light. All of you will submit to those who purchase your worthless beings," Draco shouted.

Great. We were to be auctioned off like art, branded like cattle, and then...we would service those of the Dark. It was then I realized just how right Malfoy was; it was a punishment worse than death.

"The auction will begin shortly," the heir promised as my pain began to subside. "But first, I will fully claim my prize." His eyes flashed as he pulled me up, apparating us to a new part of the manor...what could only be Malfoy's bedroom.

I stood, staring at the folded own, emerald silk sheets that seemed to be black in the dark room. Windows were covered with a thick, ebony material, blocking out any traces of light the room begged for.

I nearly yelped when Malfoy positioned himself behind me, hands resting on my stomach. I shuddered even more so when the blonde's lips swept against my neck. I felt my throat constrict, my stomach drop.

Unclasping my robes, I felt Malfoy's hand slide down my abdomen, raising my shirt slightly to stroke the skin residing there. Another shiver coursed through my body.

"Undress, Potter. Then, lay on the bed, he commanded, stepping back.

For a moment, the demand didn't register. Then, "What? No! No way in hell!" I stated, rounding to face him.

He shrugged, made to turn. But before he had made a full circle, he clenched his hand into a fist, rotated to give me a full-bodied punch in the face. "No one tells me 'no', Potter, especially not you. Now, take off those damn clothes, and get your arse into that bed.

Licking the corner of my mouth, I glared at him defiantly. This earned me a backhanded slap to the injured side of my face. Casting my eyes to the floor, I slowly pushed my robes off my shoulder, beginning to undress. When I was clad only in boxers, I turned, fully intending on taking them off under the covers. I didn't want to embarrass myself any more than I already had.

"Um, Potter. I do believe that boxers count as clothes." When I ignored him, he pulled me back, turning my head to face him. "My, aren't you the confident bitch?" he hissed, taking his hand from my face. "Fine," he said, producing his wand. "Diffindo."

My eyes widened as I felt my clothing rip into two equal pieces. I made a small noise of sadness, tears of anger and extreme humiliation forming in my eyes. Another, louder sound made it past my lips when Malfoy wrapped his cold hand around my flaccid penis.

He issued a scornful titter. "You'll have to react soon, Potter," he said as I closed my eyes tightly.

I knew I would respond, of course I would; someone was touching a very sensitive part of my body. The fact that being was only supposed to know the touch of someone who loved me slipped Malfoy's mind. No one's hands except my own had tainted my body. Now, all that purity was being destroyed.

The blonde's fingertips brushed over the head of my shaft, causing my erection to rise. "I told you," he mocked, squeezing me before pushing me onto the bed.

He quickly undressed, covering my naked body with his. We both groaned, each with a different meaning. He rocked against me, moaning softly as his erection hit mine/ His breath fell hotly against my face. "I'm going to fuck you up so bad, you'll be begging for death," he hissed. "I'm going to humiliate you, torture you, and I'm never going to let you have the satisfaction of death."

I closed my eyes, fighting back sobs and tears. Of course, I was slapped for it. "Don't you even think about closing your eyes, ignoring me. I want you to see who's doing this to you, you stupid virgin."

Opening my eyes, I refused to look at the other teen. He moved down my body, kissing, licking, and nipping. It was when I felt him take my erection into his mouth that I arched, gasping, eyes flying wide open. His tongue began to prod the underside of my shaft, eliciting a moan from me. He gently brought his teeth into play, brushing the sides of my swollen member.

It was so wrong to feel this way, to feel pleasure. That seemed the only thing I could focus on; the heat of his mouth, the motions of his tongue, his saliva coating me. It was so pleasurable yet so unsatisfying; the way his hands worked upon that needy organ, the feel of his fingertips skittering along my pelvis, tweaking my sacs.

He pulled off me with a wet smack, moving back up my body while kissing my flesh and smirking. Coming to a stop at my neck, he began to suck on the bronzed skin residing there, bringing blood just under the surface. Releasing a small hum, he opened his mouth wider, teeth sinking into my neck.

I gave a soft groan, one hand fisting the sheets, the other instinctively moving into his less than perfect hair, clutching tightly. "Malfoy," I moaned, feeling his hand encase my damp erection.

Giving one last nip to my neck, he began to stroke my cock. "No one's ever done this to you," he breathed into my ear.

Despite the lack of question, I shook my head, confirming what he had said. This sent a small shudder to the blonde's frame. "Do you like it, Potter?" he asked, tightening his grip on my shaft. At my gasp and arch, he gave a chortle. "Well, in that case," he started, finishing by thrusting into me.

A scream escaped me. He hadn't even prepared me. He just intruded, using my own blood as lubrication. Tears filled my eyes as his length pushed through tight muscle, tearing and trying to get him out.

My cries were cut short, Malfoy's hand covering my mouth. He turned my head, staring down at me as I sobbed and cried. "I told you, Potter, I'm going to fuck you, humiliate you, torture you, and you won't get the satisfaction of death." He grinned. "You really didn't think that I was doing this for your pleasure, did you?"

I shook with the force of my lamenting. I tried turning my head, forcing him from my body. The feel of him disgusted me; he was foul, dispassionate, evil, making me feel dirty and used, violated. Those weren't feelings that soap, water, and scrubbing could get rid of. It would take days, maybe months, for the smell of
him, the feel of his body conjoining with mine, the thoughts that this could have been pleasant to wash away.

But then his words came back. He hadn't said how long I would be subjected to his treatment...but then again, I had his branding carved into my neck. I was now a Malfoy possession, one of his toys.

With yet another thrust, the new Dark Lord's angle changed, splitting me in yet another place. I howled, digging my unclipped nails into the blonde's upper arm. He growled, quickening his pace. "I'm going to make you come," he hissed, hitting something that sent a cold shudder throughout my frame. "You're going to fall from your fucking glory, screaming and convulsing, and I'm going to make you."

Developing an angry air, Malfoy pounded into me, hand tightening on my shaft. He hit that cold spot deep within me time and time again until I screamed shrilly, spreading my seed between our bodies. I must have triggered something because the blonde came along with me, biting his previous mark on my neck, drawing blood.

I shook, fully repulsed at both Malfoy and my own self. I thought I would vomit due to such an extension of disgust. Turning my head into the pillow, I wailed softly, waited.

Malfoy's cackling rebounded in my head. "You're so pathetic, Potter. What's wrong? No fight left in everyone's favorite bitch? Oh, this is great, priceless even."

"Shut up," I heaved in a cracked tone.

Another bout of laughter was issued "You just don't get it, do you? You're mine, Potter. That mark on your neck was just the first step. Our coming together," he leaned forward, pulling out of me quickly. "That was what activated the spells that went into its making; you're mine to do with whatever the fuck I damn well please." He thrust in again, chuckling. "You're mine."

It just kept going like there was no satisfying the Dark Lord's sex drive; he was simply a nymphomaniac. He took me in all kinds of positions, front and back, always making sure that I found one tiny pleasure. It was a source of humiliation. If he could get me to act out of desire, I would feel guilty for it; that shame built every time I was forced to respond.

It was nearing eight thirty; we'd begun at four fifty. The only thing that kept Draco going for so long was the rejuvenating spell, erecting him for some of our rounds. Even though that was true, it still astounded me that he could continue to enter me, find pleasure.

It wasn't until my entrance was practically leaking with come and blood that he pulled out of me, content...for now. He smirked as I sobbed loudly, too weak to even wipe the tears from my eyes.

Malfoy reclined on an elbow, pillow propping him up. He grinned lazily, ruffled his hair. "So what's it feel like to be the slut of the Dark Lord?" He chuckled darkly, "Did you like what I gave you, Potter?"

I barely managed to shake my head. "No," I wailed.

His smirk broadened with deadly efficiency. "Really now," he said, strumming his fingers over my stomach, wet with seed and sweat. "Your releases told me other wise." He moved forward, bending so that he could lap at what I'd left behind.

I whimpered. "Please...not again," I begged. "Please, I'll do anything."

He arched an eyebrow. "Anything?"

Great. I had just left him an opening. Nodding, I cast my eyes to the side.

I found myself once pinned once again, Malfoy's knees resting on my shoulders. His newly forming erection hung in y face. "Suck," he commanded.

I wanted to push him off, say 'no'... But something in my head clicked a burning started at my nape. Gasping, I gave Malfoy the chance to shove his prick down my throat.

Remembering the taste of him and his release, I jumped from the bed, into the bathroom. I fell to the toilet, coughing up what little food I'd had that day. Afterward, I sat, dry gagging. Damn Malfoy for making my life hell.

Rising, I moved to the sink, splashing water on my face and rinsing the taste of vomit from my mouth. I stood, gazing at my paling face, darkening circles under my eyes.

"Oiy, Potter," the voice brought me from my affair. "Get back here and suck me off, you slut," Blaise Zabini ordered.

Sighing, I walked out of the bathroom. Duty calls, you know?
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Darker than most of my fics, but I still hope it gets it's attention...It has a tendency to bite people in the ass when it's in a mood. TTFN! -CARIO-