Draco\'s Payment

Harry ducked around the corner trying to escape. He had been running in this maze for so long, it seemed incredible he hadn't been caught or escaped yet. He didn't even know who was chasing him yet, all he knew was that he was being chased. He had seen someone around an hour ago.

He was so tired. Tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of being chased. Tired of so many things, half of them he didn't even know how they started, or why. Leaning against the wall, he sighed with a hope that he would get to sleep in peace and wake-up again just as safe.

What seemed like ten minutes later he woke to a sound. Someone had found him. Throwing a hex in the direction of the sound, Harry started running again. Dodging to the right he raced on, weariness dragging at his feet, his mind and his will. He kept racing around corners for what seemed like hours. After that episode and the ensuing ten-minute chase he didn't see anyone else again.

Finally he had no choice. He had to stop and sleep or die. Setting quick wards to alert him if anyone came within a hundred feet or could see him, he fell asleep again. Lying there, curled up, he slept peacefully in the deepest sleep of the exhausted. Within half-an-hour, his alarms started shrieking, but he did not twitch. The shrill alarms, the extreme danger he was in, was not match for the deep bone-set exhaustion and high stress levels of the whole day that kept him unconscious.

A light pair of footsteps snuck up on him and cast a finite spell. The shrill scream of the alarm abruptly stopped and the exhausted boy slept on. The shadow above him whispered a spell and the boy was gently raised up. The quiet steps started up again, moving more quickly and trailing a floating body behind him. The shadow snuck a quick peek around the corners before dashing across passages.

They quickly made it to a hidden entrance. One that Harry had passed by so many times. Floating the boy along carefully the figure exited the the hell-maze and entered a nearby house. Quickly entering a large room, the shadow floated the boy onto the large bed in the middle of the room, locked the door and put up several silencing charms and privacy charms.

The shadow was happy no one else had been about to see anything. The unknown figure didn't want anyone to know had caught the target. Privacy wards were common here, especially for the shadow. Once the warding was done, the figure returned downstairs for food for the occupant of the room and for the shadow itself. Then, after resetting all the wards, sat down on a nearby chair and settled down to wait.

Hours later, the boy on the bed woke up, rested, disoriented and missing his glasses. The figure on the chair rose up to look in on him.

"Hungry?" Asked the standing figure.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded.

"I am me of course. Are you hungry? Otherwise we can do something else."

"I'm starving, but that doesn't mean I trust food from you." Harry snarled. "Where are my glasses? Who are you? Why do you seem so familiar?"

"You are in no position to make demands, you do not need your glasses for anything around here. Besides I will correct your vision later. I seem familiar because I AM familiar, but it doesn't matter who I am yet. You should trust me, because if you don't you won't eat for who knows how long. Besides, it's not poisoned... I don't want you to die... Yet anyway. If you please me, I might even let you go. Now are you going to eat? Or should we dive right in?" The smirking voice asked.

"Dive into what?" Harry asked gulping.

"Doesn't matter. What is your choice."

"Of course it matters, you expect me to just trust you when you've given me NO reason to and I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" Harry shouted.

"Diving in it is." A quick swish of a wand and Harry could see. Harry gave a startled gasp. "I'm quite handy with a wand."

"Malfoy!" Harry snarled jumping back.

"Potter." Draco answered silkily.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why were you chasing me!" Harry demanded.

"Nothing is wrong with me, and you were given to my family as a toy. Be happy I'm the one who caught you, so I get to decide what to do with you. I don't hate you nearly as much as my parents do." Draco laughed at his former enemy and newest toy.

"I am NO ONE'S toy!" Harry snapped sneering the last word.

"Well, I have your wand hidden, you are in my bed, my parents will accept I won by the rules of the game. You don't have a choice." Draco answered.

"Even if I was what did you think I was going to do? Be nice to you? Follow your rules?" Harry sneered.

"Whether you want to participate or not, you will. I have... eclectic tastes. Whether you join willingly or unwillingly, I'll be happy." Draco smiled evilly at him.

"Participate in what." Harry spat bitingly.

"Anything I want." Draco smirked.

"I won't help you with anything." Harry snarled.

"That's okay."

"I will fight you every inch of the way!" Harry snapped.

"I'm counting on it."

"You need to be sent to Azkaban!" Harry snarled.

"Not yet." Draco laughed. Swishing his wand, Harry was naked.

"Hey!" Harry snapped, covering himself with his hands.

"Aw, don't worry 'bout it I don't mind the sight." Draco laughed. Slowly stripping in front of Harry, Draco smiled. Just knowing how much Harry was hating the relatively harmless beginnings of their tryst. Harry merely growled and tried to turn his face away. "No darling, you better keep watching otherwise you might be real surprised."

"We are SO not doing this!" Harry snapped.

"Wrong, this is totally gonna happen." Draco smirked. Kicking off his boxers, he stood proudly erect before Harry.

"WHY would you WANT to do this?" Harry demanded.

"Don't you have any idea how sexy you are?" Draco demanded.

"You hate me!" Harry snapped.

"Hate is such a strong word... I just lusted after you and couldn't show you the truth." Draco answered prowling closer to the bed.

"This is only going to make me hate you more." Harry snapped.

"That's all right. I'm sure my skills will change your mind." Harry scooted farther from Draco.

"I'll hate you forever. I am NOT gay!" Harry snapped as he scooted to the end of the bed.

"I'm very skillful." Draco answered, catching Harry and stopping him from falling off the bed. Pulling him back across the bed he kissed him.

"Nmmo!" Harry snapped in a muffled voice.

"Yes!" Draco answered kissing him again. He pried Harry's mouth open and started to explore his mouth with a silky tongue. He quickly pulled back when Harry's teeth shut together again. "Oh no darling not that. And if you try that again, I will charm your mouth open and fuck it until you can't breathe." He threatened.

"Why do you want to hurt me like this?" Harry's voice caught.

"Because you fill every jones I have." Draco answered smiling.

"You don't make sense." Harry cried.

"Ah, but I do. I've wanted you my whole life, and from the very beginning you shunned me. You were mine you had no right to shun me. Well now you will have no chance, no choice. You are mine until I give you up." Draco stared at him the hint of a threat and the ghost of a promise in his voice and face.

"But I don't want this. Why couldn't you come up with a better way? Why do you have to rape me?" Harry demanded tears streaming down his face.

"Because this is the way I got you. Nothing I ever said or did clued you in to the fact I wanted you. You even refused to admit you were into guys, chasing after girls that did nothing for you and pretending you were all hot and bothered. Now there are no pretences." Draco leaned forward and kissed him.

Harry lay there passively, tears streaming down his face. He did not attempt to bite Draco again in the hopes that Draco might give up. He might realize he didn't want Harry like this and let Harry go.

Draco on the other hand took Harry's passiveness as complete agreement for what would occur between them. Despite his earlier words, Draco didn't want to rape Harry, he truly wanted him, and in his own odd way he loved Harry deeply. He also believed his arguments and his charm would turn Harry on to him. That Harry would and did truly want him and had since they were kids. Harry should be as happy as Draco himself was. This was the perfect way for them to be together as they should have been from the first year of Hogwarts.

Draco had the ability to ignore that which truly would show him flaws in his plans. It was one of the biggest reasons most of his attempts to get Harry into trouble in school had backfired on him, or just allowed Harry to stay out of trouble. So despite Harry's blatant tears, Draco ignored them and chose to believe Harry was a willing participant and that Harry wanted him back.

Trailing his way down Harry's body, he left open mouthed kisses everywhere. When he reached Harry's nipples he paused enough to lavish them with attention, nipping and sucking at them. He interpreted Harry's choked gasp as one of pleasure instead of the shock and hurt it truly was.

Then he continued down Harry's body, until he got to the still limp cock. This puzzled him briefly, but he put it aside and focused on turning Harry on. Nuzzling the soft flesh, he took it easily into his mouth, using his tongue to trace soft circles around the flesh. When that had no effect he reluctantly pulled off the limp cock and fisted it into his hands.

Fisting it, he started to play with it, pulling it up as if by sheer will alone he would be able to turn Harry on. Grabbing Harry's balls in the other hand, he rolled them carefully in his hands. Still that got no reaction from the boy.

Finally he gave up and pushed Harry's legs further up and apart. Lickin along the path from his balls, Draco found his hidden entrance. Using his tongue to probe it, he lubricated the entrance. Stiffening his tongue he pushed it past the opening muscles loosening them just slightly. Sucking on a finger, he pushed it into the tight entrance. Fucking the raven-haired boy with one finger, he stroked his body with the other hand. Pulling his hand out, he shoved two fingers into Harry's mouth to lubricate them. When the other boy made no move to help him or stop him, Draco plunged both fingers into the tight sheath of his arse.

Harry couldn't help but let out a gasp of pain as Draco violated him with fingers. He had come to the conclusion that fighting him would only turn him on more and helping was more than he could affect for a rapist. This was beyond any indignity even the muggles that raised him could have procured.

Draco took his fingers out, but kept caressing the beatiful flesh in front of his eyes. Moving up, he kissed the unresponsive boy again. This was disheartening. He had hoped for a little fight if Harry had decided not to comply with his wishes. Deciding a reward would be the way to the beautiful boy in front of him he whispered in his ear.

"Tell me you want me. Tell me and I'll make this so pleasurable for you." He purred.

"Never." Harry whispered back brokenly. "This is rape. I don't want you. I won't help you."

"Fine have it your way." Draco snarled. If he couldn't get help, he would get a reaction anyway he had to. Knowing he had not prepared the boy anywhere near enough, he decided to forgo the lube and any more preparation. If Harry wouldn't help him then he would be punished. Grasping his own hard length in his hand he lined himself up with Harry's entrance.

Harry prepared himself as best he could. He knew this was going to hurt with or without preparation. He also knew he hadn't been prepared enough but he wasn't going to help Malfoy in any way, and he wasn't going to fight. He would just lie there quietly and when the time came, he would escape. Then Draco's length pushed into him and all thought flew out of his head. For a moment longer he lay there passively without uttering a sound, then his body came to life. Harry screamed. He screamed and he bucked and he tried without success to get Draco off of him, out of him.

This hurt so much. Nothing he had been told, nothing he had ever felt compared to this violation. The deepest violation of his body, the deepest violation of his mind. No matter how he screamed, no matter how he fought, he could not dislodge the other.

This is what he wanted. Draco moaned in pleasure as Harry fought him. Harry's pained screams tore his gaze to his face and he watched enraptured as the pain-filled face shot from side to side. The bucking body seated him further in, and Draco could barely contain himself from cumming right there. Using one hand to pull Harry's hips closer and anchor himself into the boy, he used the other to grasp Harry's now half-hard length.

With the discovery that something had turned him on, Draco came to one conclusion. The pain. With that decision, he decided Harry needed some more pain, and letting go of the fisted cock somewhat reluctantly, he slapped the arse his own cock was currently buried in. Harry was still screaming in pain and tears coursed down his face even faster.

Grabbing both of Harry's hips, Draco started to pull out to which Harry was very eager to comply with. Harry wanted the offending painful appendage as far away from his body as possible. Then Draco pushed back in and Harry screamed in pain again. His labored tortured breaths pleaded with Draco to stop this torture.

Draco pulled out and Harry gave a gasp of relief and let himself drop in relief. Then Draco flipped him around and lined himself in again. This time Harry was facing the pillow and the blood from his torn hole was lubricant enough that the torture of the first thrust wasn't repeated. However it was still painful for Harry.

No matter his decision earlier, Harry was unable to remain passive and accepting of what Draco thrust upon him. However, no matter how much he fought, it only seemed to make Draco stronger and turn him on more.

"Yes Harry. Oh fight me! Oh Merlin. Yes, Yes! YES!" Draco moaned as he thrust his hips faster. He reached around and grabbed the now fully hard appendage.

"Let me go PLEASE!" Harry screamed, his voice hoarse. The pain was still excruciating but Harry was finally getting his body calmer despite it. His bucking slowed down and though his screaming was calming his mental anguish didn't diminish any.

"Harry, oh Merlin, baby, Yes oh yeah!" Draco moaned, lost in his ecstasy.

Harry lay limp, despite Draco's hand roughly jerking on his member, and his hard cock still thrusting into the bloody hole. Draco pulled more furiously intent on getting Harry off before himself. But no matter how much he jerked, he couldn't get Harry to respond any more. Draco himself was too close to the edge to not reach his completion.

Draco stiffened, and Harry could feel the pulsing in his arse. He knew Draco was cumming, and he couldn't summon the energy to feel anything more. He was suddenly removed from the situation, removed from his body. He couldn't feel Draco's pulsating member, even though somehow he knew Draco was still cumming.

Draco started coming down from his high. He felt empty. This was a new feeling for him, normally no matter who or why, he felt fulfilled when he came even though his partner didn't. It didn't matter if his partner was bought, or willing, rough or soft, accepting or fighting.

"Harry?" He whispered.

Harry's eyes were vacant, as though he were dead or had been Kissed. Only the rising chest removed Draco's fear of death and the absence of any dementors removed the possibilty that Harry had been Kissed. Unfortunately for Draco, that didn't give him a clear view on what was the problem.

"Harry darling?" Draco whispered.

"Are you done now?" Harry asked woodenly.

"Come on Harry." Draco pleaded.

"Are you?" Harry asked his voice never changing.

"Yes." Draco sighed.

"Will you let me go?" Harry demanded in a hollow voice.

"What will you do if i don't?" Draco asked furiously.

"I will not survive." Harry promised.

"Then I don't have a choice right?" Draco sighed.

"Will you let me go now?" Harry asked in his dead voice.

"If you insist." Draco sighed.

"I am not a toy, not to be sold not to be bought. I am a person." Harry answered.

"Fine." Draco sighed frustrated. He swished his wand and Harry's clothes reappeared folded beside him. "Do you want me to heal you?" Draco sighed.

"No. I want nothing from you. I just want to leave. Now." Harry answered woodenly.

"Are you sure you don't want to rest? You must be sore." Draco pushed.

"No, I want to leave. Leave and never come back." Harry answered without inflection.

"Fine." Harry dressed as quickly as he could, his muscles painfully telling him to stop moving. Once he was dressed, Draco led him to the front doors quickly. They moved quickly into the apparition area and hid away from prying eyes. Draco carefully gave Harry his wand back and started to jump out of the way in case Harry decided to hex him, but Harry was too fast. Despite screaming muscles Harry stunned him and put him in a full body bind before enervating him again.

"I am NO ONE'S toy. I am NO ONE'S property. I am NOT to be sold NOR to be bought." He snarled scathingly in a furious voice. "I MAY be gay, I MAY like men and I MAY like it rough. That does NOT mean I like RAPE, that does not give you the RIGHT to rape me or ANYONE else! I MIGHT have been your perfect lover, your best friend or the one to steal your heart. Now you will NEVER know because you chose RAPE over something SUBSTANTIAL. YOU DECIDED! You NEVER gave ME a chance to make that choice. Now you will be left ALL alone, you will be thrown into Azkaban for raping me and not being SMART. You made the wrong move Draco Malfoy. Now you will be NOTHING for me, WE'LL be nothing. And it's all your fault. I hate you Draco Malfoy. Now and forever." He promised before he punched Draco in the face, knocking him out and Apparating to St. Mungos emergency room.

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Two months later, Harry was back in St. Mungos. This time a scheduled appointment to speak with a Healer.

"Harry Potter." The receptionist called.

Harry walked into the cold sterile examining room. He sat on the cold paper covered doctor's bench.

"Well Mr. Potter." The Healer started walking into the room. "It is now conclusive. I do not know if I should be sad or happy, but congratulations, the tests proved positive."

"They... they... Oh Merlin." Harry stated before he fainted and slipped onto the cold floor.