Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10018382. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of Violence Category: M/M, F/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger/ Ron_Weasley, Harry_Potter/Voldemort Character: Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger, Lucius_Malfoy, Ron_Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Draco_Malfoy, Voldemort Additional Tags: BDSM, Drug_Use, Out_of_Character, Self-Harm, Sexual_Content, Threesome, Angst, Tragedy, Drama, Horror, Supernatural_-_Freeform Collections: HPFandom Stats: Published: 2006-11-28 Completed: 2007-09-24 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 6241 ****** Kyrie Eleison ****** by Bloodied Scriptures [archived by HPFandom_archivist] Summary Harry's 6th year falls a part when he falls in love with a DeathEatertobe. Notes Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection profile. ***** Prisoner's Soliliquoy: 23 October, 2006 ***** Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, I never have, I never will. Nor do I intend any infringement upon it. I love the Harry Potter universe and would never hurt it...only its characters. Kyrie Eleison Authored by Bloodied Scriptures Rated NC-17 Summary: Your entire life can be changed in the blink of an eye...all it takes is one moment of sin. Harry's 6th year turns out to be his own personal Hell. And the worst part? It is entirely his fault. Warnings: Oh, boy...there's a little bit of everything here. Some of them are: AU, Slash, Lemons, Slight Religious Themes, Angst, BDSM, Non-Con, Blood Play, Character Death, Self-Injury... Genre: Tragedy, Angst, and a smidgen of Romance. Author's Notes: Alright...this fanfic is a bit darker than I truly intended it to be. This is not how it was planned. But I started writing it one day when in one of my "moods" and it spawned into...this. None of this story will be pretty, and I beg it of you that if any of the above mentioned items bothers you...don't read it. If you do read it...please review!   Kyrie Eleison Prologue Prisoner's Soliloquy: October 23rd 2006 Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti Beatae Mariae semper Virgini Beato Michaeli archangelo Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis Et tibit Pater Quia peccavi nimis Cogitatione Verbo et opere …Mea Culpa…   October 23, 2006 It has happened- they have finally found a way to kill me. And kill me they have. No, that isn't right. I am worse than dead. Ever since the day of my defeat I have been nothing more than a shadow of what I once was. I am no longer the 'Chosen One'. I am no longer Harry Potter. To be truthful with you in this dire moment, I don't think that I ever was anything more than a pawn- a tool to that fool, Dumbledore. But at least I had a purpose. At least I had something to live for. Now, everything is lost. I am a failure and am so alone. There's no one left- they're all gone. And anyone that could possibly be left wouldn't help me. I betrayed everyone and caused the loss of so many lives. I stabbed them in the back repeatedly, and the scars will never fade. I suppose this is what one would call a 'personal hell.' And I would believe them. With all that I have been told and all that I've felt, no place could be as terrifying as this: the deep, dank, and vulnerable place inside of me. The void I've created over these years. The lies I've told. I am twisted, corroded, jaded, and possessed. I care only for myself now, and cared only for myself then. Selfish, some would say. But no, not selfish- worried, scared. Utterly and completely frightened that one day I'd end up dead on the floor in a puddle of my own black blood. For that's what runs through these veins: the black blood of revenge I cannot achieve, hate I cannot act on, and depression that swallows me whole. This cold, evil blood that is my sinful purgatory; spawned only from the darkest place one can reach in themselves. To think everything used to be so innocent and carefree, so totally naive that it's almost sickening to remember! I hated it then, but I miss it now. It's gone- the Wizarding World is in ruins. And it's all because of me. I betrayed the only world that had ever accepted me by falling in love with a Death-Eater- to-be...and these are the consequences. Words are all I have left now- oddly strange and comforting words. They've taken everything else...all except my memories. If only I could relive those innocent days. I would change what happened. But I cannot. I can only tell what happened and pray that someone dreams it differently, because dreams always come true... ***** The Beginning of the End ***** Author's notes: Harry's 6th year falls a part when he falls in love with a DeathEatertobe =============================================================================== From this point on, 'til the epilogue, this story will be mostly written in Harry's POV. There will be some instances when the POV will change, and those will be marked. The entirety of this story is in present tense. One last thing...thank you to ALL of my reviewers!! I am so happy you all liked it!   Kyrie Eleison Chapter One The Beginning of the End Catch me as I fall Say you're here and it's all over now Speaking to the atmosphere No words here and I fall into myself This truth drives me into madness...   October 23rd, 1999: 11:45 p.m. Oh, how you are fallen from Heaven, son of Dawn! -Isaiah 14:12   The night is dark. The clouds shroud the moon, and in every corner shadows spin their lies. The air is cold and an icy wind blows throughout the castle. The air is thick with silence that presses in from all sides, trapping me...and yet, the darkness serves its purpose well. It hides me from everything that was so garish and gruesome in the light of day. No longer do I have to hide behind my facade. The night serves as my veil... I lay on my bed, staring up at the dark red of the canopy curtains. The rich crimson colour soothes my nerves and brings to mind the rich flow of crimson gold swimming through my veins. Snow falls outside the window from pregnant clouds and I smile sardonically. Blood always looks so pretty on snow! Rolling over onto my back, I burrow down deep into the covers. How could things have gotten so complicated? Everything used to be so simple and clean-cut. But now it is just a festering mass. Everything has changed. My eyes have been opened to the red truth that surrounds all. Evil has come to blanket Hogwarts. My first year at Hogwarts knew beams of golden sunshine and joyful laughter. But over the years the gold has turned to brass...and the brass has tarnished beyond repair. It is now my 6th year. The end of the last year left a large impact on me. My godfather, the only family that I had left, is gone. Remus is the only Marauder left. Pettigrew, the lying bastard, doesn't count. He betrayed them all. Oh, how I wish I could wring his neck…wrap my pale hands around that repulsive flesh and squeeze. Suffocate him 'til he's black and blue, and not a breath is left in him. I shake my head, trying to dispel these thoughts. It wouldn't bode well for me to enter into another manic state. That's right, the hero-of-the-Wizarding-World, Dumbledore's Golden-Boy is going insane...has been for months on end. Dreams are the only thing I have left now- strange dreams, wonderful dreams. Dreams of pewter blonde hair and piercing grey eyes that hold a storm of power and superiority in their antagonizing depths. Wishes, hopes- they all mix to form this terrific world where I am allowed to just be me. I don't have to be Harry Potter, soon-to-be-Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World, I don't have to be a best friend, and I don't have to be an enemy. I can just be Harry. Sadly though, I wake from these dreams. One day I wish I would never awaken; never witness the Sun peeking about the mountains and turning the lake into a liquid bed of diamonds. I wish that I never had to deal with the hustle-and- bustle of everyday life with a fake smile plastered to my face. All of my smiles are fake. They're only truthful when I see him, the one from my dreams. But I don't know if he wants me as much as I do him. Oh, there are times when I catch him staring at me- the blazing fires in his eyes are enough to melt my heart to ashes...but then there are those times when he looks down at me with the deepest contempt, and I feel almost frozen from the ice residing in his irises. I wish with my whole heart that I knew whether or not he wanted me- not that it would matter anyway. I have to stop Voldemort first. I am sick of being Dumbledore's tool! And I am tired of pretending to be something that I am not! I hate having to be the only one they all look towards to save their sorry arses. Curse the lot of them! That's all I am- a weapon, a toy. Perhaps, one day, I can show them how I feel and make them understand that all I want to be is normal. But for now, getting through life is burden enough. Especially when I can't walk beside the one I love...or, at least, I think I love. How do you tell if you love someone? These emotions are so foreign to me! I, who never had a loving family, do not know what love even is. How do you tell? It's driving me crazy! Maybe I should ask Hermione. She would know. After all, didn't she and Ron express their undying love for each other just this summer? Leaving me as the outcast, shunned from my best friends as they go out every night, telling me they're just going for a walk. Bullshit. They come back, content and reeking of passionate sex. What do they take me for, a dunce? I know what they do, and I'd bet my life on the fact that Hermione's already pregnant. She's getting a little round 'round the middle, if you catch my meaning. No, of course I can't talk to Hermione. She's too busy for me now. Ron and Hermione have become strangers- we hardly talk to one another. The only time we do is when Hermione is in one of her suffocating motherly moods. Ron and I don't talk at all. I doubt he's aware of my existence. No matter. I, being me, would just ruin their relationship. And we can't have that, now can we? Sighing, I get out of bed. I'm obviously not going to sleep tonight. I put on my shoes, grab my Invisibility Cloak, and exit the dorm room stealthily with the quiet of a winter's night. I creep along the deserted hallways, my mind still running rampant. I can never escape my thoughts no matter how hard I try. I suppose I am to be forever haunted by memories and insane musings. Something snags the corner of my eye and brings my thoughts to an abrupt halt. I stop in my tracks and take a second look. Someone's here. I walk slowly forward, trying to see who it is, and suddenly, the clouds part and moonlight leaks through one of the high windows of the old castle. The silver light of the moon splashes along the corridor and catches itself in a tangled web in the strings of pewter blonde hair. My breath stops in my throat, and I can feel my heart clench as though it were being squeezed by the Devil's hand itself. ...Draco... I gulp, and I feel my body begin to burn. Just looking at him arouses me! My pulse quickens and my blood begins to run molten hot, and trips through my veins in a decadent dance. I want so badly to walk up to him and... Oh, he looks too beautiful to disturb! I decide against making my presence known and just continue on with my walk. Sadly, however, the gods are not on my side this night, and as I turn around, I trip and fall forward into a suit of armor. The loud clanging noise that follows reverberates through the halls and rings deadly in my ears. I gulp and think to myself of how much trouble I would be in within the next 10 seconds. I attempt to untangle myself from the mangled pile of metal, but Malfoy had already turned around...and my cloak had fallen. "Who's there?" he growls out, approaching the spot where I lay. "I...It's me." I stutter and mentally kick myself. "Potter?" he asks incredulously. "No. The Devil." I say, getting my wits back, along with my balance. I stand up and let my cloak fall to the floor entirely, staring him directly in the eyes. My heart flutters. "Don't get smart with me, Potter," he says scornfully, enunciation the 'P' in my name, saying it as though it were poisonous to his tongue. I roll my eyes and move away from the pile of destruction I caused. "Whatever, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood for you tonight." What a downright lie. "What's the smirk for, Potter?" "Oh, nothing," I say innocently, casually examining my nails. "Bullshit." I giggle at his casual use of profane words, but otherwise don't dignify him with a response. *POV change: Draco in Third Person* At the sound of Harry's giggle, Draco could feel his body beginning to tighten with lust. Oh, this was too perfect. He had the boy right where he had always wanted him: alone, with not a person in sight. And there wouldn't be one for a while. They were all off asleep in their nice, warm beds. And this was a deserted hallway. No one would hear if Harry screamed. Draco could finally do what he had always wanted to: conquer the Boy-who-Lived. It wasn't about love, no. Draco wanted to defeat him, drag him down to a level past gutter trash. Totally and completely rip from Harry his dignity and pride, and morph him into something Draco could own. He wanted to claim Potter. He wanted to shred him of every other touch he had felt and embed himself within the boy’s mind, scour him on the inside and out 'til all he knew was Draco's kisses, Draco's caresses...the feel of Draco's cock pushing in and out of his tight, virginal ass. He wanted to force Potter into bowing to him...he wanted to be the boy's Master. It was Draco's turn to smirk. *POV change: Harry in First Person* I stare in quiet fear as Malfoy's facial expressions turn from annoyance to something almost...evil. "Malfoy?" I ask quietly. "Yesss?" he purrs, advancing on me. "What are you doing?" I whisper and begin to walk backwards. For every step backwards I take, he takes two forwards. Soon his body is pinning mine to the wall and his ragged breathing flows over my neck. My heart picks up speed and I stand there, staring into his eyes. "What are you doing?" I repeat and he leans down to lick at the skin of my neck. He traces his lips up over my jaw and stops at my ear. "What does it look like I'm doing, Potter?" "You're touching me...." "I'm kissing you." He places a peck upon my lips. "W...why?" "Because…" His hand runs over my stomach. "Because...I want to own you..." I gasp in surprise at his words, and he takes this moment to kiss me deeply, tongue invading my mouth and swiping through. I can feel my lips bruising with the passion from this kiss and yet he kisses me deeper and deeper. Just when I am starting to get used to the sensation, he rips his mouth from mine and bites the side of my neck brutally. "Have you ever sold yourself to lust, Harry?" he asks softly, one of his hands snaking over my waist to land on my ass. Gulping, I shake my head no and moan as his hand squeezes my ass harshly, pulling me into his pelvis. "That's good..." he murmured into my neck. "What...what are you going to do to me?" I ask fearfully. Now that the time was come, I am afraid. "I am going to deflower you," he growled and brought me in for another heated kiss. I resign myself to his brutal passion and surrender my body entirely. I realize that whether or not I truly want this, it is going to happen. Besides, I do want it. I don't want to be innocent little Harry anymore. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him to the ground, allowing him to drape his larger, taller, heavier body over mine and groan at the feeling of his warmth engulfing my being. My eyes are closed and I cannot see his satisfied smirk. "D-Draco..." I whisper painfully. "Yes?" He rocks forward, digging his hips into mine and my breath hitches in my throat. "T-touch me..." I beg, skin flushing with shame. But he doesn't look sickened. No, in fact, he looks overjoyed- like a boy whose father had just bought him the top-of-the-line racing broom for Christmas. "My pleasure," and suddenly, I am naked from the waist up, my shirt being thrown somewhere into the darkness of the corridor. Next to follow are my jeans and boxers. After stripping me, he takes his own clothes off. Soon, we are both deliciously naked and as he replaces his body over mine- our erections brush against one another. Dual moans of pleasure fill the air, and I tug him back down to kiss him passionately on his lips. I pull away from his lips, and his smirk widens as he bends down to drag his lips over my jaw line and nip at the tender skin hidden there. He moves down to my neck and nibbles, nips, and bites, creating vivid red bruises. It is painful, but pain has never felt as good as this. And if this is wrong, let me be a sinner. Forever. "Have you ever tasted blood, Harry?" Draco suddenly breathes. "No." I mutter, clenching my fists in his hair as he suckles on my pulse point. "No? Well, you must have, you're human. You must have tasted it once. That's the way it is. We feed upon others...we stab at each other...a game of survival we play. Words are the greatest weapon one can use in this game of power." As he talks, he produces a bottle of lotion out of nowhere and coats three of his fingers with it. He then slicks his own hard cock, groaning at the feel of his hand moving over his erection. "Words...so sharp, yet so jagged it stings your skin...burning your flesh, and bleeding you dry as the words soar from another mouth. Have you seen the red, Harry?" "Nooo!" I cry out as his fingers snag my opening and start pushing in insistently, scissoring and circling, trying to open me up for his invasion. "Draco, please! You're too evil. Don't tease me!" "There is no evil, Harry," he whispers harshly in my ear, pushing his fingers in more deeply and hitting that spot deep inside of me that causes me to scream out in uncensored passion. "There is no good either." An evil glint enters his eyes. "There is only power. You've heard that before, haven't you?" I nodded and moaned as his finger again brushed teasingly over my prostrate. "And sometimes...you have to give yourself over fully to power..." he whispers and I can barely hear him. Finally, I cannot take it anymore. "Draco! Please! Please, fuck me!" And suddenly, my thighs are ripped wide apart and I am being entered in one swift thrust of his powerful hips. There is no tender lovemaking here. He pushes his hips so forcefully into mine that I can almost feel bruises beginning to form. Yet, I love it. I cry, and pant, and writhe like a common whore, and he just keeps giving it harder, faster, deeper... My head is thrown back in sinful pleasure as I spill my seed for him, and he is also sent into a black world of white-hot pleasure as my contracting muscles clench around his arousal. He spills his seed into my channel, thrusting a few more times, and then collapses on top of me. "You're mine," he pants cruelly into my ear before standing up and getting dressed. He smirks one last time at me- that evil glint still sitting in his eyes, and walks out of the corridor. "Yours..." I murmur. I follow his lead, and as soon as I am dressed, I go back to my tower. The cold that had once sat in my heart is miraculously gone... …but it would return in full force, worse than what it was before. And I guess some part deep inside of me knows that. ***** Requiem ***** Author's notes: Harry's 6th year falls a part when he falls in love with a DeathEatertobe =============================================================================== Kyrie Eleison Chapter Two Requiem Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive...   October 24th, 1999: 8:04 a.m. Oh, how you are fallen from Heaven, son of Dawn! -Isaiah 14:12 Ron's loud voice penetrates my ears, and I groan loudly at the rude awakening. Throwing my duvet over my head, I snuggle back into the warmth and feel the pleasant and welcome burn in my back. Last night had been great. I finally know what it was like to feel something other than hatred. I close my eyes again, preparing to fall back to sleep, but alas, it is apparently not allowed. "Harry! Harry, come on, get up! You lazy arse!" A pillow is thrown in my direction and it nails me directly in the side of the head as I sit up. I growl playfully and throw it back to Ron. "You jerk!" A smile slides onto Ron's face and he launches himself towards me, landing half on my bed and half on my lap. "My Harry has returned from the cold darkness that which held him captive!" he yells as he ruffles my hair. Not quite, but close enough. I decide against saying so. "Yeah, yeah. Quit with your dramatics and get off me. I have to get ready for class." He happily slides off my bed and skips downstairs. Hmm. Ron's in an odd mood this morning. I'm surprised he even remembers my name, let alone that I was actually in the room. That must have been some great sex he and Hermione had had last night. I shake my head and smirk. Getting out of bed is a bitch. For all of Malfoy's preparation last night, it really didn't work. He's just too darned big- not that I'm complaining. I quickly take my shower, washing the virginal blood from my thighs and then head out to the Common Room. For the first time in days, I make my way down the familiar path to the Great Hall. Everyone stares as I walk into the room and sit down at the Gryffindor Table. They're acting like they've never seen me before! Stupid prats. I calmly butter my toast and ignore everyone. "Harry?" a tentative voice from my right asks. "Yes?" I answer, hiding my irritation at being bothered. Can't a guy eat in peace? I turn to look at Hermione, who is staring at me as though I were being shown in a whole new light. "What happened last night? You look...." "Alive?" I supply. She simply nods. "Isn't it great 'Mione? Our Harry is back," Ron smiles. Yes, Ron. Let's jump for joy, now, shall we? "You seem happier, too..." Hermione was saying as I tuned back in to her musings. "I wasn't aware that it was a crime to be happy," I mutter, buttering another piece of toast. "Well...ever since Sirius, you--" "I do not wish to speak about Sirius, if you would be so kind," I say coldly. "Harry, we're just trying to be--" "Friends," I cut her off. "And it's been working so well for you lately, hasn't it, Hermione?" "Harry, please! I..." "Save it, Hermione. I don't want to hear any petty excuses. Now, if you'll pardon me, I have to go to class. Au revoir." I stand up and walk out of the Great Hall. I snort and shake my head as I walk down to my Potions class. As if I would ever allow them to befriend me again! I'd only be dropped on my ass- again. But still, everything in me wants to go back to the table and apologize for my harsh words. But my pride will not allow me to do so. So, I keep walking, intent on getting to the Potions class early so as to not get yet another detention. As I turn a corner, I crash into someone and fall backwards, cracking my head against the cold stone beneath me. "Watch where you are going, Potter." I struggle to my feet and brush off my robes. I raise my face to confront the one I ran into, and I am pinned by steel-grey orbs that pierce my soul. I feel my heart leap. "Draco! I--" "Since when have we reversed to using our given names, Potter?" I stare at him in shock, not fully comprehending what he was saying. I stutter a response, " W-well after last night...I just thought that we..." "You thought it meant something, didn't you, Potter?" "Well, yeah! ...I meant, you said that you've wanted me for awhile, and that I was your--" Malfoy smirks and the evil glint in his eyes was enough to make me rethink all that had transpired last night. "Oh, yes. I've wanted you for awhile. And it's an honour to be the owner of Harry-Bloody-Potter's virginity." "What..." "I've had my eye on you for 3 years. For too many months, I've dreamt of you beneath me, yelling out my name, and acting like a bitch in heat. And last night...I accomplished just that. You are a bitch, Potter- my bitch." "But...last night..." Malfoy sneers and begins to walk towards me. On impulse, I take a step back. And just like last night, for every step I take, he takes one as well, until he has me pressed against the wall. "Last night, Potter, I claimed your ass as mine. If someone ever has you now after our little rendezvous last night, you will only be able to remember me inside of you, branding you as mine. You will only hear me, whispering commands to you. You are burning with my mark inside- and out," Malfoy states, reaching a hand up to finger the mark on my neck, and my eyes widen in fear. "I have you in the palm of my hand, Potter. Don't forget that." And suddenly he is gone, leaving me bereft of all feeling. My mind is blank. The only thing I can think of is how he used me. Why didn't I see it coming? In a daze, I completely forget about Double Potions, and instead I meander my way to the Common Room. There, I walk up to the dorm rooms and sit heavily on my bed. Snap out of it! He's a Malfoy. I should just forget him! But yet I can't! I...I... "I love him..." I fall backwards and cry silent tears of pain. But no one is here to witness them. Out of a pocket on my bag, I slide out the dagger that Sirius had given me before he fell through the veil. It was created from a metal as black as night. The hilt had a silver inlay with coils of silver around the base that formed skulls. Sirius had said that it had been in his family ever since the Medieval Era. I run my finger along the double edged blade, and blood immediately begins to ooze and drip to the ground. It was a deadly blade. A perfect blade... I raise the dagger and bring it to my wrist; running it slowly across the soft skin 'til a red mar appears, and my life's blood flows out of the small incision that slowly, ever so slowly, forms a small pool of crimson on the floor. How wonderful this feels! Seeing the blood makes me feel as though I am real. It makes me feel like I am something solid, and not just a wisp of air that drifts through life as a lost figure fading into the darkness of my soul. I am aware of my breath and my heart as it pulses. And I am aware, for a few brief moments, that I am alive. ***** Calamitous ***** Author's notes: Harry's 6th year falls a part when he falls in love with a DeathEatertobe =============================================================================== Kyrie Eleison Chapter Three Calamitous I'm not gifted Slightly twisted Try hard, try hard To see if I can push you any further Drugs to soothe me...   October 25th, 1999: 9:30 a.m. Oh, how you are fallen from Heaven, son of Dawn! -Isaiah 14:12 My breathing is heavy as I stare at the deep puddle of blood on the floor. What have I done? Is the only thought in my mind as I sufficiently clean up the blood with a quick swish of my wand. My wrist had stopped bleeding awhile ago and I quickly cast a Glamour charm over my skin to hide the angry red slashes. I couldn't stop at just one cut; no, I had to dig deeper and deeper into my wrist...the flow of the blood entranced my mind. Clambering to my feet, I hold onto the railing to steady myself. Glancing down at my watch I realize through the fog in my brain that I am 45 minutes late for Double Potions. "Shit!" I yell and tear out of the Common Room. Although I feel a little dizzy, I push it from my mind. I have to get to class or else Snape will kill me! Running to the dungeons I ignore the ever-growing urge to pass-out and soon burst through the doors, panting harshly. "Well, well, well. How nice it is of Mr. Potter to finally bestow upon us the grace of his presence." Snape's oily voice cuts through the air. "Sorry, sir...I had to stop in at the Hospital Wing." I say. "I had a pounding headache." "20 points from Gryffindor for lack of responsibility. Whether or not you had a headache does not give you the justification of missing half my class. Sit down." Sighing, I comply, and with my head down I head towards the only seat left. Looking when I get there, I gulp, for the last seat just happens to be next to Draco. I lower my head again and slowly sit, half-expecting Draco to hex me. "Hello, darling." He sneers and I feel a hand coming down to caress my thigh. "Please stop." I whisper. "And why would I do that?" The hand caressing me moves higher up. "Please..." "Oh, come on. You know you like it." Draco snickers but his hand does slip away and I sigh in relief. I DO like it. But Draco rejected me. So...I was going to try to avoid him as much as humanly possible. And with Draco touching me, I really wasn't going to get anywhere with that idea. For the rest of the class period I try hard to pay attention to Snape. Luckily, we aren't brewing any potions today and are just taking notes while listening to a lecture on the Wolfsbane Potion. After class I pack up my belongings and leave the classroom, intent on going to the kitchens to get something to munch on; I don't feel like going to lunch in the Great Hall. I get about 20 feet from the door when suddenly I am being pulled into a small alcove. I want to scream, but a pale hand has clamped itself around my mouth and I am turned to stare into steely-grey eyes. I gulp and try to move away, but Draco slams me up against the wall, pinning me there with his body. "I don't like to be told no, Potter." Anger boils in my stomach and I bite his hand to get him to let go. "Get used to it, Malfoy. I am not yours." He stares at me in shock, then in anger. I am caught off-guard when he delivers me a vicious backhand, followed shortly-after by a knee to the stomach. Groaning with pain, I look back up at him; panting. The anger in his eyes is evident, but it is slowly being returned to a sort of dangerous calm. "You say you aren't mine, Potter, when you know that I hold you within the palm of my hand. I could have you right here, on your stomach, screaming with pleasure...and you would let me." I grow angry again and ask in a deadly tone, "What makes you think that?" Draco says nothing and only raises one of his elegant eyebrows. I feel my bravery grow. "What, Malfoy? Why so quiet all-of-a-sudden?" Draco sneers and suddenly my right arm is taken into his bruising grasp and is being twisted behind my back. At the same time he is turning me around so my back is to him and then he swiftly rips my arm upwards so that if I tried I could wrap my hand around my shoulder. I whimper in pain, but don't do anything else. I know he wants me to scream and I will not give him that satisfaction. "You will scream, Harry." He uses a knee to spread my legs and I feel his erection rest against my ass and I panic; trying to writhe away from him. "Be still!" he whispers viciously into my ear and I begin to squirm even more. He grabs my hair with his free hand and yanks my head backwards. "You know, you're only serving to excite me more." I still at that and try to keep tears from pooling in my eyes. But it is in vain, for a tear slips my hold and runs down my cheek. "Why are you doing this?" I ask quietly. "Because, I can." "You were so nice last night...you said..." "I said a lot of things I didn't mean. You are so easy to manipulate, Harry." My eyes widen and the tears that I had been holding at bay spill from my eyes. "Yes, cry for me. Scream for me." He jerks my arm up again and this time I do scream. He lets my arm go and I lay my forehead against the wall as he runs his hands down my sides and coos. "So beautiful..." He licks at the tears on my cheeks and I feel a sadistic smile curling from his lips. "You're pretty when your cry. Remember, Harry: You. Are. Mine." Suddenly, he is gone. I let out another sob and turn around so my back is pressed to the stone and slowly slide down it to land in a puddle at the foot of the wall. Completely ignoring my smarting arm, I wish with all my might that I had my dagger with me. Using the wall, I pull myself back to my feet and stagger out of the alcove and into the corridor. I hear whispers farther up ahead but ignore it. As I turn a corner, I see Blaise Zambini and Pansy Parkinson leaning against the wall and I groan. No more Slytherins, please. I try to sneak past them while wiping away tears from my cheeks, but it is inevitable that I'd be seen. "Potter!" Blaise calls out and I flinch, but turn to face him. "Yes?" I ask coldly. "You don't look so hot." he snickers and Pansy shrieks with laughter behind him. Idiotic fools. "Is there a point to this?" I ask tiredly, just wanting to go to my room and sleep. Food has been forgotten. "Yes actually, there is." "And what would it be?" "This." He held up a bag in front of my face proudly. "...A bag..." "Not just ANY bag! This bag carries some of the finest stuff in the world! Very finely made." "Look, would you just tell me what it is so that I could kindly remove myself from your pre--" "Drugs, Potter. Drugs. And not just any drugs, cocaine. Some of the most fine and potent cocaine in the world." he smirks. "...Why would you be offering me drugs?" "Because I know when a bloke is down, and I know just how to help you. Here. Take." he thrust the bag into my hands and smiled at me lopsidedly. "I don't want this." "Sure you do. And don't worry about where I will get more. I have money." "Seriously, Zambini, just ta--" Zambini and Parkinson are already halfway down the hallway. "--ke your damn drugs." I sigh and turn around to continue on my way to the Common Room, only this time much more slowly. Alright...so I got a bag of drugs. Cocaine, to be exact....well, I never really took me for a drug person. But...maybe... I sigh again as I keep walking, and stuff the bag into my pocket. I don't think getting caught with drugs is a good idea. It wouldn't bode well with my image. I don't like it, but I will sport my mask as long as I can bear to. After all, I am only a toy to be played with, I might as well resign myself to that fact. It helps that I have my dagger... 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