Cake Can Heal The Abused Heart

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Author: Harrysexmagick
Characters: Draco/Harry, Snape
Prompt: cake; hd_pots_n_porn
Just stand there and don’t speak, sweetie; awdt
Word Count: 2941
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:AU, Dark!Draco, Non-Con, Attempted Suicide, Physical and Sexual Abuse, Mention of Incest, Mention of Character Death
Additional DisclaimerAlthough this is a fictional story, it contains very adult themes. Please observe your City/States/Countries law regarding the reading of such material
I don’t own I don’t own the line form Stephen King’s IT, Sleeping With The Enemy or What’s Love Got To Do With It and ANY similarities is purely coincidental.
A/N: I’m sorry Jae but the second I saw the prompt this evil plot bunny was born with razor sharp teeth. The Happy Ending only happened because I’m using your prompt and it’s your Birthday.

The Champagne Chocolate Cake is made just by substituting the liquid in a Chocolate Cake Mix with extra dry champagne. YUM!


Beta: *BIG HUGGLES* mon_ami_runa
Remaining mistakes belong to me, myself and I and oh yeah my Muse.
Feedback: Feedback is orgasmic

Harry let himself descend down into the sunken marble tub. The smoky red potion burned his throat but Harry had felt worse pain physically and emotionally. The heady menthol steam tresses reaching up to caress his senses and bruised body. Unfortunately, there was nothing to caress his bruised heart. All the Weasleys, Hermione, Blaise even Snape had tried to warn him about the blond’s jealous temper. Harry closed his eyes, this wasn’t the first, second, or even hundredth time Draco had hit, Crucio-ed or raped him, but as the water enshrouded his bruised body, Harry resolved this would be the last.

~*~

Harry was getting undressed when Draco strutted into the room. He didn’t immediately feel Draco’s hand connect with his cheek until the burning pain and metallic taste registered in his stunned brain and he found himself on the floor.

“You had your arm around him, I fuckin’ saw you Potter! You had your arm around the Weasel!”

“We’re Aurors, Ron was hit with a Stupefy we had to App….”

Harry felt the white-hot pain slice thru him that as Draco uttered the Cruciatus. Harry writhed in pain as Draco stood over him.

“Why do you make me hurt you Potter, you know I love you, Finite Incantatem! Why?”

“I d-don’t know. I’m s-sorry.”

“You don’t know” Draco asked as he offered his hand to Harry to help him up. “I worry about you Harry, I really do.”

Draco pulled Harry into a searing kiss as his tongue claimed the Gryffindor’s.”

Harry knew that if he refused that it would only enrage Draco more, so he kissed him back, panting more from the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse than the kiss. Draco continued kissing Harry as he backed him up against the wall before he turned him around and slammed him into the wall pinning the brunet’s hands above his hand with one hand as he freed himself with the other. Then Draco thrust into Harry balls deep without preparing him and Harry screamed as sheen of sweat suddenly covered his body.

Draco took Harry’s scream as an encouragement, and he thrust harder and deeper into him, while his free hand wound itself in sable locks.

Harry bit his lip and silently cried as the tears stung.

Harry smelled roses and felt the sweetest caress, and opened his eyes.

“Morning love. I have to meet with some very important investors, but I thought you might be sore from last night.” Draco said as he picked Harry up and cradled him as if he was the most precious of treasures and Apparated them to the bathroom.

Candles floated in the air and rose petals floated in the water of the sunken marble tub. Snape was the only one of the four wizards present who was clothed; the other three, well-endowed, wizards were naked, their bodied tanned and oiled to perfection.

One played an erotic and hypnotizing tune on a flute; the other held a Gryffindor house flute filled with champagne in one hand and a bowel of heavy cream and strawberries in the other hand, the third held an Abraxan wing and was making up and down sensual movements with it.

“My Godfather drew the bath for you, adding a very powerful potion and oil to help ease your discomfort from last night.”

Snape glared at his Godson and Draco seemed to flinch but quickly said “These three wizards are here for you Harry, to aid you in any way. To bathe you, feed you and pamper you. I’m so sorry for last night my precious Gryffindor. It’s just that I love you so much and it makes me crazy to think that you could even consider being with that, that Weasel. I love you Harry and I promise it will never happen again.”

“I know.” Harry said as Draco captured his lips before setting him down.

“I’ll be home early tonight and we can celebrate these investors that are coming to look at my shop and if all goes well Malfoy’s Passion Potion will be as big in the Wizarding world as Viagra is in the pathetic Muggle world. Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it.” Harry sighed deeply, praying to Merlin that these investors chose to indorse Draco’s potion, for more than one reason.

Draco captured Harry’s lips once more with his tongue taking possession of the brunet’s mouth before breaking the kiss and smirking at his Godfather, Draco then Apparated with a loud crack from the bathroom.

Snape took Harry’s hand and helped him down the steps of the sunken tub, and then turning to the three wizards said, “Leave us.”

The one in the middle holding the food spoke “We cannot, the Master will….”

“If you do as I say, what he may do, will be nothing compared to what I will do. Now, leave us!”

The three wizards walked out of the bathroom leaving Harry and Snape alone.

“Still stubborn, Potter, still trying to be the Savior. Well some people cannot be saved. You ask me, they never should have released him from Azkaban. He is no better than Lucius was.”

“I love him and I know that he loves me in his own way, and eventually things will get better. I survived Voldemort, I can survive Draco.”

“Your body might be able to, but can your heart?” Snape asked as he gently washed Harry’s back letting the warm water trickle down his back. “I can make all the potions in the world to heal your body Harry but I cannot make one to heal your heart.” Then handing the flannel to Harry, Snape kissed the top of his head and said “I do not condone this but the choice is yours. I wish I could do more. Just be careful if these investors…”

“I know, I will and thank you.”

There was a loud crack and as Snape Apparated from the bathroom leaving Harry to the warm comforting water and the vial of smoky red liquid.

Harry knew that Draco liked to see him in expensive clothes although Harry preferred Muggle jeans ant T-shirts, so he put on a pair of form fitting dark purple silk trousers and a copper silk shirt to bring out his green eyes, then he applied a small bit of purple eye-liner to the corner of each eye.

~*~

The house elves had prepared a special dinner with Harry supervising them every step of the way. The table was set with the house china. Green plates with sterling silver around the edges, sterling silver flatware with the handle being an uncoiled snake, and the Slytherin house flutes. An emerald green goblet held in a sterling silver snakes mouth with the coiled body being the base.

Enchanted candles floated about and everything was set when Harry heard a loud crack. The house elves took the

cake

box and Harry took the dozen-magickally colour changing roses.

Draco took the extra dry martini, no olive from Harry and sipped it, then slammed it down, throwing the glass into the fireplace.

Harry jumped.

“Are you alright, Love?” Draco sneered.

“J-Just anxious to hear about the investors and…”

“What” Draco snapped,” you don’t think that they would be interested.”

“N-N0,” Harry flinched, “I just wanted to hear all the complements they gave you and how much money you made.”

“Hmmm,’ Draco said, “You never cared about money before, now why all of a sudden would you care about money?”

“It’s important to you and you’re important to me so…”

Draco touched Harry’s cheek and Harry surprised himself by not flinching. “They’re going to send me an owl, it should arrive sometime after dinner so we’ll definitely have something to celebrate. By the way you look absolutely enchanting this evening.” Draco finished by pulling Harry into a searing kiss that reminded the Gryffindor why he was still with him.

Dinner couldn’t have been more perfect, and as the three tier champagne and chocolate cake was brought out Draco’s Great Gray flew into the window, and Harry’s stomach lurched at the sight of both.

Chocolate wasn’t his favourite, it was Draco’s favourite and what if they had decided not to endorse Draco’s potion. Harry stood.

“Where are you going, dessert here’s and you’re about ready to see how much more your future husband is going to be worth.”

Although Harry’s stomach was in knots, his heart was soaring, but as he saw those steel-gray go stormy Harry heart sank and a wave of nausea passed over him.

“It seems,” Draco said very clipped, “that there are spells to enhance a wizard’s sexual performance and that they won’t be needing my potion after all.”

Harry swallowed hard, pulled his chair over to Draco, and sat down beside him “Draco, I’m”

“Let’s just have some cake,” Draco said as he sliced a piece of cake, “Let me feed it to you.”

“Draco I really…”

“Eat the cake Harry”

“Draco…”

“It’s good cake, I spent a lot of money on it. Money that I won’t be getting back because there’s spells and they won’t be needing my potion so, eat- the –cake- Harry! Draco said as he emphasized each word.

“Draco p-please…”

“Fine! Eat the fuckin’ cake, Please Harry!” Draco said as he smashed it in his face knocking Harry’s glasses and him to the floor.

Something inside Harry snapped, he didn’t move. “Go on, it’s not like I haven’t endured t-this before s-so go on hit me! It w-won’t hurt anymore than what you’ve done to me already, day after day, for three years and what you continue to do to me. So if it makes you feel like a big powerful wizard then f-fuckin hit me if it’ll make you feel better.” Harry said sobbing.

Those last few words made Malfoy flinch even as the back of his hand connected knocking Harry backwards.

Harry searched the carpet for his glasses found them and putting them on and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth said, “Feel better now. The big bad wizard. Hit me just like Daddy hit you.”

Malfoy was enraged now. “Yeah, that’s right Potter, and I’m going to do something else to you my father did to me.” Falling to his knees Draco began tearing and ripping at Harry’s clothes.

“Draco No! No p-please! Not like this! Not again!” Harry sobbed.


Draco ripped at Harry’s trousers and found that Harry was wearing no under wear. “The Gryffinwhore waiting for the Weasel to come and fuck you eh Potter, well I’m gong to fuck every memory of him out of you.” and freeing himself Draco thrust into Harry.

Harry screamed.

“Saint Potter! Bloody fuckin Saint Potter! The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Fucked-By-Draco Malfoy!” Malfoy said thrusting harder and deeper with each word.

Harry’s tears fell on the carpet as he continued to struggle.

“S-stop please stop t-this Malfoy.” Harry begged sobbing.

Malfoy had a handful of Harry’s hair and was pulling his head up. His other hand roughly twisted Harry’s arm behind his back while he slammed his face down into the expensive white Persian carpet.

Harry tasted blood and mucus from his broken nose and salt from his tears.

Draco continued thrusting into Harry, not caring that each time he pulled out his cock was covered with blood and something darker. Harry’s face was pressed into the white carpet and all that he could think about was that tomorrow Draco would be furious that Harry had bled on the white Persian rug.

Harry no longer cried or moved and after a few thrusts Draco pulled out and standing up said, “Why do you make me do this to you Harry? Get cleaned up, you’re a fuckin pathetic muddle, then come to bed. Don’t be too long, I don’t want to have to come and retrieve you. You still have to suck my cock.

Draco left Harry like that, as he fixed and performed a cleansing charm himself.

~*~

Harry could feel the water slowly covering him. The potion that Snape had given him kept him calm and kept him from panicking as the water filled his nose and lungs.

Harry only faintly heard Draco’s voice and the Bombarda used on the bathroom door. He was feeling so peaceful like he was floating there would be no more pain but it meant something else too there would be no more Draco. Harry wanted to care but he was too tired. To tired to even breathe. Harry felt a pressure on his chest but was too tired to care or wonder what it was.

He could see a light; voices overlapped his mum and dad, Sirius, Remus and Tonks, Moody, Dumbledore, Fred, Cedric. Was that an angel flying towards him? No, it was too small to be an angel it was Hedwig. Harry could also hear Draco and Snape arguing. The arguing was loud, the overlapping voices faint. However, as he followed Hedwig the arguing grew faint and the overlapping voices grew louder.

~*~

Suddenly Harry felt a pain in his chest and the bright light seemed to implode in and on him. The overlapping voices faded and he was coughing his body racked with pain.

“Easy there, Love,” Draco said, as he held Harry’s head up and to the side.

“Here drink this Potter, small sips.”

The liquid tasted vile and Harry threw up.

“That will bring all the poison out,” Snape said.

“What h-happened? I was following Hedwig….”

“And l-leaving me.” Draco said his voice breaking.

“Leaving y-your abuse” Harry said suddenly feeling a bit stronger.

Harry looked at Snape “What happened, you said….”

“That I didn’t condone suicide, I don’t. But I would have let you go had not my Godson wanted the same poison I gave you so he could join you.” Snape said as he took his robe and draped it around Harry’s naked body.

“What to join me so you could continue your abuse.”

“I can never take away the pain that I caused you. I know that but when I thought I lost you, I felt such agony. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, and before I hurt you again, I’ll rip out my heart and give it to you so you can watch it stop beating, because you’re what makes me heart beat Harry.”

“How do I know that there’re just not pretty words from a lying Slytherin because your Godfather’s here.”

“When I refused him the poison, he pointed his wand at his own throat. If the Defense Charge didn’t start your heart he was going to use The Killing Curse on himself.” Snape said.

“My Godfather told me now of some counselors that… “

“You never wanted to go before. How can I trust…”

“There are a few ways. I never did learn to throw off the Imperius Curse and then there’s always Veritaserum.”

“I’m a Gryffindor, I wouldn’t stoop to such tactics, and you know that, you have to give me something more. Snape, will you leave us please. Thank you but…”

“I understand Potter. Know this, although you might be my Godson Draco, I will not let you to continue to hurt Lily’s son.”

Harry and Draco looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity then Draco bent to kiss Harry, but Harry pulled away and Draco let him.

“This is going to take time” Harry said.

“I know.”

“Just stand there and don’t speak, sweetie.” Harry said, and then he waited for Draco’s reaction. When Draco just looked at Harry with tears in his eyes Harry continued. “There has never been anything between me and Ron. I could have had him if I wanted him. Bloody Hell, I spent enough time in his room at The Burrow and we were constantly together, but I wanted you, I’ve always wanted you. Fuck Draco, I even wanted to take your hand, but you were such a prat, insulting my friends.

“H-Harry…”


"Just stand there and don’t speak, sweetie.” I became more afraid of you than I ever was of Voldemort because I killed Voldemort. I knew that I could never kill you, even though you killed me a bit each and every day, I didn’t want to leave you no matter how much you felt like you didn’t deserve to be loved. This last time though…”

Draco walked over to Harry and put his hand on his bruised cheek. Harry refused to flinch, no this time not ever again.

“Harry, my fath…Lucius…”

“Then you break the cycle. I saved you because I thought I knew that you were someone worth saving. I’d hate to be proved wrong,” Harry said, as he took Draco’s hand from his cheek and kissed it. “This is going to take time. We can start by going to counseling tomorrow. ” Pulling Snape’s robe around him, Harry walked out of the bathroom.


One Year Later

“What’s this?” Harry asked

“It’s been one year since we’ve been going to Counseling and I thought we could celebrate. Open it.”

Harry untied the box and a strawberry the size of a closed fist peaked out at him. Twelve, somewhat smaller ones adorned the edges.

“Strawberry Short Cake, your favorite” Draco said.

“But not yours, you really don’t like strawberries that much.”

Draco ran a pale slender finger across the top of the

cake

gathering up some of the whipped cream icing, offering it to Harry.

Harry greedily licked and sucked the icing off Draco’s finger.

“Oh I think I can ‘grow’ to like Strawberry Short Cake Harry,” Draco said as he picked up the cake and strutted into the bedroom.