Author: Bell Pie toggledog@yahoo.com

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus/Snape triangle.

Rating: NC17- Warning- RAPE- this is not very nice.

Author’s Notes:

Oh, and I just wanted to write my extreme joy. A brave woman and her friend, here in Australia, who was gang raped by fourteen (?) men, has taken them to court. So far, one had gotten about 50 years! 50 years in prison!!!!!! Woo hoo!

This is dedicated to her. I don’t know if I could do that.

Prologue…

Harry Potter stood by the bed, tentatively reaching for the unmistakable figure of his lover, Draco. Snape could not disguise a low growl of absolute disgust at the silver blonde Slytherin’s violated state. A furious tremor overtook his slender frame and his hand subconsciously went for his wand.

Monsters. Worse than a child’s worst imaginings.

The Dark Lord walked towards the raven-haired boy. Sensing his fury, the Death Eaters stepped back to allow him through. The dark haired boy lowered his eyes, shook his head with such fury, it was as though it was being overtaken by convulsions.

"No, no. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t."

The boy on the bed let out a muffled sob. Voldemort turned his wand on the trembling figure.

"Avada Kedavra."

A chunk slid off Snape’s heart, falling past the empty pit that was his stomach to splat onto the floor beneath him. He could only look to the deceased silver-blonde in deep shock, suddenly unable to move a single finger, even if he tried.

"Fools!"

Snape could not move his eyes away from the stilled boy on the bed, the cool grey eyes staring blankly up to the spider infested ceiling.

No. This can’t be true. Surely not.

"Taking your twisted desires from Crispen and his son’s example not only risks you suffering the same fate, it also wastes my own time!" He stepped up to the dark haired boy by the bed and twisted his ear.

"I did not teach you how to change your appearance only to indulge in your pathetic sex games."

"I wasn’t going to, Master. I swear."

Wait. That isn’t Potter’s voice!

A tiny kernel began to grow in Snape’s stomach. The raven locks of the boy’s hair began to lighten and disappear before his very eyes, starting from the crown and moving outwards.

The kernel suddenly sprouted a tiny stem, the roots digging deep into his stomach.

The boy’s body proceeded to contort, to bulge against his robes, his face growing flatter, nose spreading across his face.

The stem sprouted branches and leaves that wrapped around Snape’s heart.

The skin around the eyes bunched up, the colour changing from virulent green to brown.

Brightness bloomed in Severus’ chest, soothing his battered heart as he realized the one standing before the boy on the bed wasn’t Potter at all but Wormtail. Which meant…He had been so inawed looking at Wormtail’s transformation, he did not notice the one on the bed.

Snape’s limbs suddenly turned to pure liquid.

Not Draco. No, not Draco Malfoy.

The boy was a few years older, his hair a darker blonde, his features less chiseled, his leg’s grown longer to an average height.

"I promise you. You will have your turn, if you are patient." The Dark Lord addressed his followers. "And I will have my turn of strangling Harry Potter with my bare hands." He looked down distanefully at the boy.

"Severus. Dispose of the body."

Snape avoided the man’s eyes, in the knowledge that if he were to look at him, or, indeed, any of the others at that moment, he may not be able to control himself. He would take out his wand and destroy them all. The greasy haired man looked down at the ravished body.

Sick, sick animals, no, not animals, things. I will wreak vengeance on all of you. He vowed to himself.

He gently undid the cuffs, not wanting to think of who this boy belonged to, who loved him, what his dreams and ambitions were. No, better just to dispose of the body.

Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think…

He tenderly lifted the boy into his arms.

I’m sorry. He spoke to the boy, not believing he could hear his thoughts, as he carried him out of the room. All, even the Dark Lord, were silent as he passed.

Yes, Severus Snape to fix all of those annoying little fidgety problems, such as a violated body left in a house.

But then, wasn’t it always the same? Dumbledore employing him to continue with the Wolfsbane potion for the problem of that bloody werewolf Lupin. Snape shook his head, looked down to the slack face beneath him, his heart still hammering. For a pained moment he had thought…

No, the boy would not hear his thoughts. Muggles believed in life ever after. But not Severus Snape. No God could allow the horrors he had seen. He talked to the boy more in his mind to ease his own conflicting emotions.

I am sorry. He repeated. I should have come sooner. Should have stopped this.

He suddenly felt enraged at everyone, Voldemort for killing the boy, the Death Eaters for violating him, Dumbledore for forcing him to continually go back to them, Draco for the fact that he had believed that it was him for a moment, Remus, Sirius… even bloody Harry Potter. Especially Harry Potter. He tenderly lay the boy down by the side of the road, wrapping his body in the blanket. A muggle would eventually pass by and discover the body.

Yes, his hatred of Harry Potter could not reach any greater heights. But no, he was lying to himself, he knew it. He wanted to blame someone. The more inconspicuous the target, the better.

No, not Harry…. Sirius. Sirius Black.

The dark haired wizard stepped back, pulling his hood over his face as he withdrew from the muggle highway.
 
 

Twenty years before…

"I’m telling you, Prongs. I saw him!"

"Saw who?" The tawny haired boy stepped into the Gryffindor common room from the stairs leading to the dormitories and gracefully stretched, arching a brow at his lover and best friend standing over a desk in the corner closest to the portal. James turned away from his map of Quidditch tactics to momentarily frown at Remus.

"Padfoot here says he saw Snape check out your ass when you dropped your books in the library the other day."

Remus laughed a little but did not reply, allowing his lover enough time to step up to him and kiss him soundly on the mouth. James suddenly became very intensely involved in his tactics, bending his head right down so his nose was practically touching the paper. He jumped as a hand reached over to whack him playfully on his rump.

"Sorry hon. Couldn’t help it." Lily smiled.

"Couldn’t exactly miss it!" Sirius joked.

James straightened to turn to look at him, pushing his glasses up his face. "Are you saying I have a big ass?"

"You are a stag."

"Stags have proportionate rumps to their bodies." Remus allowed.

"Yes but on a human equals a massive ass." Sirius ducked the purpling spell shooting from James’ wand. It rebounded off the side wall and came straight for Remus, who just managed to jump out of the way.

"I’d better get out of here before you turn each other rainbow colours."

"Where are you going?" Sirius’ mock pout was lessened by his lover’s kiss to his forehead.

‘Library. Unlike some people, I actually want to get good marks in this divination test today."

Sirius walked up and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "But you studied most of last night."

Remus gently loosened his arms from him. "I want to catch up."

Sirius sighed. "Be careful of that git, Snape."

The werewolf patted his hand. "He’s fine, Sirius."

"He’ll only be fine after a good kick to the head."
 
 

He regretted not waiting for Sirius when he stepped into the empty corridor and saw the boy before him. He was certain he could defend himself against Crispen but was in no mood for the boy’s sexually suggestive remarks that day. He was, however, aware that the pudgy boy didn’t dare harass him in front of Sirius. Deciding not to make a scene, he stepped past the boy, only to have his arm suddenly gripped, his body yanked forward. A gasp of surprise was stifled by a sudden change in surroundings. He now stood in a draughty, dusty room in a secluded section of the school that he didn’t recognise, despite the Marauders extensive investigation of Hogwarts, the walls lined with withered desks and chairs.

"What is this, Crispen?" He was able to remove the tremors from his voice and sound somewhat dignified. The pudgy boy said nothing, simply looked him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Remus stepped back and took out his wand but Crispen was faster. Remus suddenly found himself struggling against binds on the ground, the ends of which were controlled by Crispen. The youth tugged at one side, amused to see Remus flinch and struggle from the threads cutting into his skin, before doing the same with the other. He finally pulled the ropes up, arm muscles trembling from the effort, forcing Remus to a standing position. The werewolf’s mind was frantically endeavoring to think of ways to reason with the boy, if he could get the rope off his mouth long enough. Crispen moved forward until his stomach pressed onto Remus’. The tawny haired boy jumped back, only to have the pudgier boy pull sharply on the ropes, forcing him forward once more, this time their stomachs and chests touching. Lupin felt his stomach ice over.

"Got a surprise for you, pretty one." He quickly divested Lupin of his wand and threw it to the corner of the room. Lupin heard the thump as it hit the ground as a nail cutting straight into his heart. He looked warily to the boy, sensing what was to happen but not believing he would go that far. With a flick of his hand, Crispen ripped the ropes off him. Remus saw his chance and took it. He rushed to his wand, only to be tackled to the ground by the larger boy. Burning pain shot up his hip from where it hit the floor and he flailed his arms and legs about, his body pinned by Crispen’s weight on his back. Forcing himself to be calm, he attempted to reason with the boy, with the knowledge that physically, he was not equal.

"Don’t do this. You’ll regret it."

Crispen shushed him, leaning down to lick the curve of his ear. Remus shuddered and flinched away.

"So pretty, Lupin." Remus forced his muscles to clamp as the other’s hands started to wander down his body, his mind considering the best possibilities to get out of the situation. "Do you even notice how many people want to fuck you?"

His hands went to Lupin’s robes, forcing them up over his shoulders before he reached for the boy’s pants. Remus struggled, his panic overcoming his pride as he began to scream for help.

"No one can hear you, pretty. I’ve put a silencing spell on this room."

"My friends can find me in a second." Remus said hopefully, remembering the Marauder’s Map.

Sirius. Look at the map! Look at the map!

His mind frantically tried to remember where the parchment had been left last. Surely, he reasoned, if Sirius couldn’t find him the library, he would think to look at the map?

He flinched as Crispen grabbed his pants and tore them down to his ankles, sucking on his ear once more.

"Think this through, Crispen. The consequences-"

"Consequences of what?" Remus felt the weight shift above him and cringed as he felt bare flesh touch his own. "I know a little slut like you will like this."

Sirius, LOOK AT THAT BLOODY MAP!

"I’m not a slut-" He attempted to struggle out of the weight on him, elbowing back to the flesh behind him. Crispen grabbed his hands and forced them back to the ground once more.

"Like you’re not fucking Sirius Black every other second of the day, Lupin."

Lupin considered telling him the truth. He and Sirius had not officially consummated their love yet. Though both willing, both were aware that, due to Lupin’s lycanthropy, to wait until Lupin’s eighteenth birthday would bind them together as life partners.

It was a difficult decision. On one hand, dispelling Crispen’s belief of Remus’ apparent status as ‘slutva’ might force him to stop, depending on whether his mind set was that he was only ‘giving him what he had countless times before’ and therefore ‘wanted’ it. Or, it might make him more violent, in the thought of ‘breaking in’ a virgin.

Crispen shifted a little, placing himself at the smaller boy’s entrance. Terror overcame his debating.

"Please, Crispen. Don’t do this. I’m not a slut. I haven’t…done this before."

He was wrong. Terribly, dreadfully wrong. Sirius had always told him he too often judged people to be closer to his line of thinking.

"Some people are just bastards, Moonie. Pure and Simple. They’re not all going to be sweet like you."

"Oh really? I’ll fuck you good, then, Lupin. Have you begging for more."

Crispen moaned, forced himself into his gasping victim. Remus felt his eyes prick with tears, unable to believe that this was happening. He felt a sharp burning inside of himself from the sharp movements, a spear digging into his tailbone. Remus bit into his lower lip, tasting coppery blood. He would not give Crispen the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

Sirius. He thought, jumping as he felt a mouth biting into his ear, felt harsh breath wash across his face. Where are you? Why aren’t you here?

"You love this, don’t you?" He barely felt the hand reach around to stroke his limp penis, his mind suddenly going to the door directly in front of his turned head.

Would they have used one of the trees from the Forbidden forest for the wood?

Terror stole across his slender frame as the handle turned. He screamed, attempted to scramble up. Crispen groaned, started to thrust with a ferocity that tore through him.

Please. Please don’t let them see. Please don’t let them see me like this.

He suddenly didn’t want his friends to see him. Not being victimized in such a way. He didn’t want to see the look on Sirius’ face, couldn’t bear to think of the disappointment that would cross the handsome features.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m sorry I let this happen.

He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to all but the pain and harsh groans and pants of his attacker.

"No."

That voice…

It was deeper than Sirius’, of a more velvet texture. He looked up, shamed at the tears that ran down his face, to Severus Snape looking at the pair with absolute disgust and shock written on his features.

* * *

Harry decided that he would once more attempt to talk to Draco. The fact that the boy chose to ignore him whenever he tried did quell his enthusiasm, somewhat, however. He didn’t exactly love humiliating himself every time, literally begging his lover to stop ignoring him.

But if it meant that Draco would eventually yield, Harry was willing to put up with a little humiliation. So it was that as soon as he and Ron stepped out of the Quidditch studies class room with the dreaded Professor Nostro, Harry informed his friend that he was taking off to look for Draco. He caught Ron’s frown.

"What is it?"

"I just don’t like to see you humiliate yourself like this, Harry."

Harry looked to him, surprised. This was the first time in days Ron had spoken freely to him, his mind plagued by a trouble Harry could not grasp. He had thought to ask Ron what was wrong but was unsure how.

"Look, I think he’s liking the fact that you are continually running to him. I think if you stop then he’ll come to you." Ron smiled, obviously pleased with his own analysis. Harry suddenly realized it was the first time he’d seen his friend smile in a few days.

He had already considered Ron’s suggestion, well aware that Draco appeared to be taking an absurd pleasure in watching Harry Potter beg him. But he was afraid of what would happen if he didn’t. At least by entreating him, he was garnering a little of his attention, even if it was negative.

It struck Harry exactly how pathetic he was being. Anger germinated throughout his body. Sensing the change through out his friend, Ron continued.

"I’m sorry, Harry. But I’d like to turn him into a ferret again for what he’s doing to you. Professor Moody was onto a good thing there."

Ferret, transformation, Harry, Janus, the empty class room, the doll.

Harry felt the dull ache return as his mind flashed to Draco’s present. His mother’s. His

MOTHER’S.

"So you think it’s fine for a teacher to torture a student." The agony increased as his very voice caused a shiver to run down his spine. Draco leaned against the wall opposite, in typical Malfoy stance. "But then I am unsurprised for such uncivilized vermin."

"You’re the vermin, Malfoy." Ron said, then shot a look at his best friend. "Sorry, Harry."

Harry looked to his feet, trying not to crumple his face in absolute misery but not succeeding too well.

He’s loving this, isn’t he? He risked looking up to Draco’s unfathomable grey eyes.

The events happened so fast, Harry barely had time to withdraw his wand. The older Ravenclaws seemed to appear from nowhere, one instantly zeroing in on Draco, the other grabbing Harry and slamming him against the wall beside him. Harry instantly recognized the one holding Draco to be the one who had whispered the comment in his ear, in the hall not long after his attack. Ron raced forward.

"Hey!"

Harry felt his hands being forced down to his sides as the face suddenly moved closer to his own.

What? Is he-? Is he-?

He turned his head away to the side, anger bursting through him at the other Slytherin locking lips with his frozen blonde lover. Harry screamed in anger and pushed forward with all of his might. At that moment, a loud BANG sounded behind him and the Ravenclaw screamed and jumped back, clutching at the back of his head. The one holding Draco stepped back, releasing the boy, who had not moved from his shocked position, body frozen straight up against the wall. Ron held his wand out, a little embarrassed.

"It was meant to be on his tail bone."

Another loud BANG issued and the bushy tail protruding from the Ravenclaw’s head dropped off.

"What was that about?" Ron still held the wand, menacingly.

Harry looked to Draco, who still held the same expression, eyes staring vacantly forward.

"Just getting a taste for later." The one that had kissed Draco smirked. Harry felt his innards crumble. He did not understand the boy’s words but they rammed a dose of terror straight up his spine.

"Come on, Richard." The one that had grabbed Harry whispered to the other one. "They’re obviously not ready yet."

"Hey!" Ron called after them as they walked away. "What the hell were you doing, you sickos?"

Harry rushed forward to his lover, who pushed him back.

"Don’t touch me, Potter."

Harry felt the words as a razor blade slicing through his gut. He did as Draco bid, looking up to him with pained, watery green eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"I’ve just had the man with the world’s worst breath kiss me. No, I think I’m going to throw up. Actually. Fuck him."

The last two words were said with such viciousness that Ron looked rather startled. It wasn’t rare to hear Draco be nasty. It was, however, to hear him swear. Both friends watched the boy suddenly stalk angrily down the hall.

"Should we-?" Ron looked to Harry and smiled.

The raven-haired boy shrugged. "Why not?"
 
 
 
 

"Look at him. He wants more." Harry heard the two laugh, as he rushed around the corner to the stairs leading to the Ravenclaw common room. He was greeted with Draco at the base , holding his wand on the two boys, half a dozen or so steps up.

"Wanna come into the common room with us now, hon? We’ll show you a good time."

"You can join us." The one that had held Harry looked him up and down in a way that made his skin crawl.

"I’m just considering what spell or curse to use on you." Draco admitted. In that instant, a couple of girls walked down the stairs, glancing curiously at the proceedings as they passed. "Let’s see. I can’t possibly make you any stupider, uglier or unpleasant than you already are."

Richard’s smile faded, pale green eyes suddenly darkening to Harry’s more virulent colour.

"I would be quiet, Malfoy, if I were you." He warned.

Draco smiled. "Really you’re the most disgusting looking pig I have ever seen." He turned to Harry. "Aren’t you meant to have an IQ of over, say, ten to get into Ravenclaw?"

With a roar like an animal, the man rushed down the stairs, driving Draco to the ground. Harry and Ron rushed forward, only to have his friend hold his wand out towards them, threateningly.

Harry reached for his own wand, to feel a scolding past his ear.

"Next time, I’ll make it hit."

"Stupid slut." Richard shouted and drove his fist across the silver-blonde’s cheek. Harry allowed the rage to overtake him and rushed forward, unmindful of the other’s wand on him. On instinct, he ducked, feeling intense heat rush past his back. Ron screamed behind him.

"Ron!" He turned back to see the boy writhing on the ground in agony.

Before him, Draco and the Ravenclaw were still struggling. For once, he felt totally torn as to what to do. It was a simple choice, go left to Ron or right to Draco. Best friend or lover.

His distress was answered by a growl from the darkened corner.

"Oh no, you don’t!"

Crabbe raced forward and pulled the man off Draco, while Goyle stepped in front of the Ravenclaw, shielding him from the fight that was now breaking out between Crabbe and Richard. As the Ravenclaw turned to face the large boy, Harry withdrew his wand.

"Petrificus Totalus."

He was not fast enough to stop the man from hitting Goyle, however. The boy lay screeching on the ground, body contorting much like Ron’s was.

"Crabbe! Crabbe!"

Harry rushed back to Ron, who looked to be no longer pained. He had managed to pull himself to a sitting position.

"Like fire, Harry."

Draco stood back from the two men kicking, hitting, punching at each other on the cold concrete floor. His wand was out.

"Crabbe move!"

The boy ignored him, continued to lay into the Ravenclaw.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

There were now three frozen people on the ground below the Ravenclaw common room. Crabbe had managed to freeze atop of Richard.

Draco repocketed his wand and stepped in front of Crabbe.

"I told you to get out of the way!"
 
 
 
 

The following night, after the Head of Ravenclaw house, had sorted out the mess of bodies, taking various house points from everyone involved, Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, before the log fire, his best friend beside him.

Draco was still not talking to him. He had solemnly ignored him as the Professor talked tersely. The last Harry had seen of him he was walking back to the Slytherin Dormitories with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

Much like it used to be.

Harry shook himself of the thought. No, things were not going to go back to the way they were before. Draco would talk to him or he would either kill him or die trying in his efforts to have him respond.

"Would you like to go for a walk, Harry?"

Go for a walk. Makes me sound like a dog.

He looked up to Percy smiling down genially at him. Ron scowled next to him.

"Hermione and I have permission to leave Gryffindor for a few hours. Would you care to join us?"

Ron sank lower into his armchair, glanced quickly at his brother then looked away.

"What about me? Why aren’t I invited?"

Percy turned his blue eyes to his brother. "If you like, Ron. I simply assumed you wouldn’t be interested."

"Just like you to do that, Percy." Ron suddenly snapped. "No, I don’t want to go, anyway. I have more interesting things to do like… like…" Harry noted that his eyes were sad, in contrast to his angered tone.

"Perhaps it would be good to go out." Percy said, quietly.

"Perhaps you should shut up!" Ron said. His face dropped in instant remorse. "I’m sorry."

His brother regarded him a moment, eyes betraying deep thinking. "Could I talk to you, later?"

Ron shrugged. Harry could see from his face that he didn’t want to.

"You ok, Ron?" Harry asked the boy as he stood up from the chair and looked around the room.

"Fine, fine, Harry. I think I’ll challenge Seamus to a game of wizard’s chess." He referred to the dark haired boy intent in a novel on the other side of the room.

Percy shook his head a little at Harry to silence him as he opened his mouth to speak.
 
 

The boy was about Draco’s height and slight build and wore a similar scowl. He looked to be a few years older. His features were a little too big for his face to enable him to be called ‘pretty’, as with Marcus’ two other victims. He did share the same self possessed style of moving and guestures, however.

Harry went to sit down opposite him but was ceased by a hand on his shoulder. Percy’s not so subtle ‘introductions, then sit’, guesture.

"Cazero Rumpnick. This is Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Harry noted the other boy’s hazel eyes widen at the mention of his name and inwardly cringed.

"Not the Harry Potter."

Percy cleared his throat in an irritated guesture. "Yes, the Harry Potter."

The boy looked up to the place of Harry’s scar as all three settled themselves around him, hidden as it was by Harry’s unruly fringe. The raven-haired Gryffindor deliberately did not look the boy’s way, concentrating intently on his triple chocolate ice-cream.

"Hermione has been helping me out with my investigations. It was her that found out about your assault." Percy had a note of pride in his voice that amused Harry a little. Hermione, on her part, tinged pink.

"You’re the girlfriend of Viktor Krum, right?"

Hermione’s blush grew. "Well, er, yes. We’ve been going out a few years."

"He’s a good guy." The boy nodded.

Harry continued to concentrate on the rich chocolate flavour of his ice-cream, feeling as though it was not right for him to be there.

"I feel we should proceed. If you don’t mind talking in front of Harry and Hermione."

The boy shrugged. "I have heard a lot about the trial. It is relatively big news at Durmstrang. I am rather amazed that Draco Malfoy has done this… that you have…"

He looked to Percy, who simply watched him, expression blank.

"Malfoy came with the Slytherins when they went to Durmstrang those two years ago."

Harry looked to Hermione, almost catching her inward groan. They had been sent to Beauxbaton in the school house exchange. Ron had spent the entire time attempting to charm the half Veela girl, only to discover at the end that she was dating Oliver Wood. With Hermione with Viktor Krum a lot of the time, it had been a rather boring, lonely two weeks for Harry

The boy stopped, frowned, ran a hand distractedly through his gingery hair.

"Yes, it is amazing that he can… that you both can even talk about it."

He looked to Harry, who once again felt the urge to apparate out of the the icereamery.

"But you did tell people." Hermione pointed out. "Otherwise I wouldn’t have heard about it."

"No, that was Dean Carson. He says he saw us… in the toilets. Only he thought it was… consensual. Bastard."

Percy pinned him with his gaze. "So, we have your word?"

The boy looked uncomfortable under Percy’s intense stare. He looked to his hands and shook his head.

"I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m not like you, or Draco. I just want to forget it happened."

"And Jasmine?"

Cazero looked up, sharply. "How do you know about her?"

Harry looked to Hermione, who held an equally baffled expression.

"If you heal you then you can heal her. I can assure you, your testimony is the best way to start the process."

Harry thought to what Dumbledore had said about the bond only being severed when Draco was sufficiently healed enough to stop the voices.

Is this the same thing?

Harry started to understand why Percy had him come along. The boy’s next words confirmed it.

Cazero seemed to consider Percy’s words a moment. "It is a terrible thing that she should suffer hearing my attack." He looked to the redhead opposite him, resolute. "No. I’m afraid the answer is no. I can’t do it, Mr. Weasley. I’m sorry. I hope that Marcus is punished for what he has done. But I just can’t."

Percy nodded. "Well, if you are certain then I cannot change your mind." He stood up from the table. Hermione and Harry simultaneously blinked in surprise.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Rumpnick."

He looked to Harry and Hermione in an indication they should likewise stand. Harry took a few more spoonfuls of his only half finished ice-cream and reluctantly got out of his chair.

"Hey, Mr. Weasley. I don’t understand why Harry Potter had to listen to this. Not that I’m that upset. It’s just I don’t quite understand"

Harry felt his face go pink.

"Surely you know of the liaison between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy?"

Harry’s blush deepened. Of course. Even if he sneezed, it would make it into the next morning’s paper. Particularly with him ‘liaising’ with the one that had opened the biggest wizard’s rape case since the Welton Witch Trials of 1555’s. The burning of the ten captured female wizards was remedied by a simple spell that had the muggles believing they were dieing when they were in fact, simply experiencing a little tickle. The muggles gang rape of them prior to the burning, however, led to thirty muggles found mysteriously dead, with no marks on them.

But things were different, then, Harry reasoned to himself. He did not know if change was such a good thing. He personally would not mind if Marcus and his father were one day found mysteriously deceased. After being tortured for hours, of course.

Cazero’s brow furrowed. "Yes, I have heard."

"Therefore, Harry Potter is deeply involved in this case. That is all you need to know."

The boy shrugged a little and nodded, accepting that. Percy flicked out the coin and held it out for the three to touch. As soon as they apported to the grounds near Hogwarts, Hermione asked Percy why he didn’t push the boy.

Percy frowned. "I understand if he doesn’t want to testify."

He did not say any more as they continued to walk towards Hogwarts.
 
 
 
 

Ron met them at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, Crabbe and Goyle standing beside him. All three looked equally uncomfortable to be near each other.

"I couldn’t stop him." He sounded frazzled, almost apologetic. "He just knew the password and wouldn’t leave."

"Ron that is a direct violation of school rules to allow Draco into the Gryffindor common room."

He pushed past his glaring brother and crawled into the portal, Harry behind him. He noted Hermione staying outside, standing alongside Ron. Draco stood by the log fire, hands held over the flames. Harry stood to guiltily enjoy the view. Percy did not hesitate. He strode forward.

"This is in direct violation with Hogwarts rules, Draco. You know this." His voice was paradoxically stern yet kind at the same time.

The blonde sighed. "Stow it, Percy. I’m not really in the mood, today."

Percy’s face was set in an expression of extreme haughty annoyance, a little of the old Percy clearly shining through. Draco smiled and raised a brow at him.

"I demand that you leave our common room. Right now."

Draco laughed a little. "I’m not leaving."

Percy glanced at Harry. "Fine. I’ll allow you five minutes. Then I insist that you leave." He looked back to Harry once more, then clumped up the stairs to the dormitories.

Both boys listened to his footsteps fade, then looked to each other across the room, both clearly uncomfortable. Draco finally stepped up to stand before Harry.

"I always knew you were stupid, Harry. I just didn’t realize how much."

Harry’s eyes flashed more virulent green at this but he said nothing.

"You think you see me with another boy in the Gryffindor common room and you didn’t even consider a thing as polyjuice potion? Do you honestly think I would touch one of your fellow Gryffindors with my firebolt? They’re all about as comely as a Hungarian Horntail’s scrotum."

Harry curled his hands into fists.

"And the magnitude of your stupidity is enhanced by the fact that you are well aware that Sirius Black is not the rapist that I thought he was. I think you were the one that pointed it out to me."

The Gryffindor felt all of his anger escape him in one large rush, as though he had been punched hard in the stomach.

"And I’m not the slutva, Harry. You are. I told them, you know. All of the Slytherins know how you fucked Seamus and the twins. We all had a good laugh at that."

Harry’s green eyes grew wide. "Why?"

"Why? Because I told you I’d get revenge, Harry. That’s why."

In that instant, the twins came rushing into the Gryffindor common room, both faces white, eyes dazed. Harry thought he heard Ron shouting behind them. Their faces went to Draco, eyes blazing for a moment, before returning to Harry’s.

"We’re in some trouble, Harry."

They looked to Draco once more before rushing up the stairs to the dormitories. Harry was at a loss of words. He couldn’t believe Draco could humiliate him in such a way, betraying what he had said to him in secret.

So what? You know just as much about him. If you wanted, you could tell them about his frigity, or the fact that he was a virgin, waiting for you.

It felt good, in his fury and humiliation, to have such thoughts but a part of him was also gnawed by guilt.

Draco sensed the change in Harry and took an imperceptible step back.

"That wasn’t smart, Draco. Because I know just as much about you. Even more than you know."

Draco shook his head but his eyes looked wary. "You wouldn’t. I know Harry Potter wouldn’t."

Harry considered this. Most probably true. But he wouldn’t let Draco know that. "Why shouldn’t I? You’ve just humiliated me beyond belief. Ron will never speak to me again-"

"And like I care?" Draco’s grey eyes flashed. "And you deserved to be humiliated after what you did to me. You don’t know. You have no idea what it’s like. Especially a little slut like you. You don’t have a single iota of a clue of what I’ve been through."

"I do know." Harry allowed his anger to spill over. "You force it onto me, day after day. I’m continually bombarded with it. Continually hearing you screaming in my head. So don’t tell me that I don’t know what it’s like. Because you’re the one who’s forcing me to know."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" The boy shouted.

Harry forced a breath to calm himself. Too late to withdraw now.

"Dumbledore calls it a mark, like the one on my forehead. I keep… hearing you… and Marcus."

Draco stilled in a look of absolute shock.

"Well, you win, Harry." He sounded defeated. "I can’t compete with that."

When he looked up again, his eyes were blazing. "I just never thought Harry Potter could be so cruel. You make that up just to win points off me in an argument?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "I’m not making it up. Ever since your testimony, I’ve been hearing him. And you. You’re both in my head." His anger had dissolved now to pure sadness.

Draco bore an ambiguous expression. "And what am I saying?"

"Potter can’ t love you, pretty dragon. Not like I do."

Harry whinced. Draco stepped up to him, his voice softening.

"Do you hear it now? What am I saying? Please, Harry. Please, tell me."

Harry could not help a stifled sob. "He’s telling you that I can’t love you like he can."

Draco stepped back, nodding to himself. Harry was disturbed to see tears running down his cheeks.

"Of course." He spoke more to himself. "Who was I to think I could possibly compete with you? What did you do, Potter? Blow Dumbledore for the entire transcript as to what happened? I understand. Don’t worry. I’ll tell them it wasn’t true, you and the twins and Seamus. I’ll tell them I made it up to get back at you. Just please, Harry." Harry could only stare at him, his mind spinning. Draco wasn’t looking him in the eye. "Please don’t tell anyone any more about what happened."

He suddenly spun around and raced out of the Gryffindor common room. Harry was shaken out of his daze to yell at him to stop but was too late.
 
 
 
 

Ron still wasn’t speaking to him or the twins by dinner the following night. Draco had somehow managed to convince most of the Slytherins that he had been lying about Harry but he still heard the occasional cat calls. Seamus looked to be a little flustered by the attention but not angry at Harry. He caught his eye across the table. Seamus smiled and winked at him.

Hermione had pulled Harry aside in the common room to ask him. Harry had reluctantly told her. Sensing his embarrassment, Hermione had elicited a secret of her own. Harry now kept the kernel of Hermione’s loss of virginity to Krum the summer before nestled in his heart.

Percy’s reaction had perhaps been the funniest. He had stepped into the breakfast hall that morning and looked to Harry and his brothers with wide, amazed eyes. Harry had instantly looked down to his French toast. The twins had grinned.

"Something wrong, Perce?"

The man’s face grew two shades darker and he took a seat next to Hermione. The food did appear to be rather interesting to a lot of people that morning.

Ron had not spoken to Harry at all during class. When it ended, he had rushed off, before Harry could even open his mouth. It occurred to the raven-haired boy that it would be a relatively good idea to throw himself off the nearest turret, particularly with the thought of Draco walking around like a ghost. Ron had barely eaten two slices of toast before walking out of the great hall.

"Great day, huh, Harry?" Hermione whispered next to him. She touched his knee, briefly.

"Perhaps a great day to throw myself out of the highest window I can find."

He sensed Hermione smiling sympathetically.

"Harry." She leant close to his ear. "Ron’s had a lot to deal with, lately."

I know that. Who doesn’t know that?

She was silent a few moments. "Percy told me the other night. The parents are thinking of separating."

Harry turned to her.

No. Surely not. Don’t say that’s true. How can they separate?

He thought of the mad but cheery house he had visited countless times. Sure, the parents fought, as all parents did but the Weasley’s separating? That was impossible!

"Why?"

Hermione hesitated once more. "I think, with everything that’s happened with Percy… they have had a tough time dealing with it."

"Hey, what’s with the whispering, guys?"

"Chinese whispers?"

"Juicy sex stories?" Fred ended the twin’s dialogue.

"Juicy sex stories." Hermione admitted.

"And you weren’t going to share it with the rest of us."

"Shame on you." George ended.

Harry managed to smile but his innards twisted.

"I think you should talk to Draco." Hermione talked low. "Goyle says he’s rather worried."

"What do you mean, ‘mione?"

The girl patted his arm. "Just talk to him."
 
 

Harry had gone through what he would say a dozen times before he reached the Slytherin portal. Not that he expected it to go smoothly. In fact, he was rather sure the results would be appalling, judging by his life of late.

The painting swung open as soon as he reached it to reveal Lucius Malfoy. Harry was subjected to the usual scrutiny.

"Potter." The man said, quietly. The Gryffindor reached for his wand as Lucius drew out his own and pointed it at him.

"Lucius." The velvet voice behind them caused a scowl to appear on the man’s face, not unlike that of his son.

"I presumed you wouldn’t object to Harry Potter being cursed, Severus."

The dark haired wizard’s eyes were lined by incredibly dark shadows. The dark orbs passed over Harry, mouth curved into a snarl.

"Not here, Lucius. Let’s go."

Harry watched the two walk together, movement displaying a familiarity that had Harry guessing they had been friends together at Hogwarts.

Lucius Malfoy right now at Hogwarts?

He sensed that he was missing something important but couldn’t discern what. In that instant, the portal swung open, a redhead Slytherin stepping out. Harry rushed forward and nearly knocked her over to get in.

"Hey!"

He ignored her and stepped into the room. Draco he instantly spied in the corner of the room, seated on a plush velvet armchair with his head in his hands. Crabbe and Goyle, who sat on either side, stood up upon seeing Harry and raced over.

"Hey, what’s a Gryffindor doing in here?" The short dark haired girl playing wizard’s chess with her blonde friend looked as if she was smelling something rather unpleasant. Draco looked up and instantly stood up, walking out of the room to the stairs leading to the dormitories.

"Talk to Draco, Potter." Crabbe urged Harry, giving him a push in the direction of the dormitories that almost had him fall onto his face.

"Yes, talk to Draco. He’s really down. We’re worried." Goyle’s push sent him into a snake insignia’d chair, Harry grunted as he banged his hip painfully against the oak arm.

"Hey! He c-"

Harry didn’t know what Crabbe or Goyle did but it was enough to shut both of the girls up.
 
 

The lone  blonde occupant of the room stood staring out of the stained glass window to the side of his bed, the Forbidden Forrest peaking out in varying shades of red, blue and green. Harry stepped up beside him, wanting more than anything to pull him into his arms.

"I’m sorry, Draco. But… what I said before…"

"You were telling the truth."

Harry looked to him but the boy continued to stare forward. "You wouldn’t have made that up. You don’t have it in you to be that cruel. That’s something I would do, not you. I don’t understand, Harry. I really don’t understand."

"Nor do I." Harry admitted. He didn’t want to tell Draco but felt it fair that he know. "That night when you took me to the informatory." Draco turned his eyes to Harry. He hesitated. "I heard everything. He was raping you." Draco’s whince was a jolt to his heart. "And it was too much. I think I just blacked out."

The blonde sat down shakily on the edge of the bed. "That was the night we made love for the first time. Does he have to take that too?"

He started to cry softly into his hands. Harry closed his eyes against the sorrow reaching out to engulf him, to wrap itself around and suffocate him. He sat down beside Draco and drew him into his arms, stroking his hair. The boy pushed him back onto the bed and lay on top of him, sobbing silently against his neck. Harry reached his arms around his back and held him to him, stroking soothingly up and down.

"You know." Draco spoke as his sobs gradually desisted. "If anyone comes in here, we’ll be in some trouble."

Harry took of his glasses and placed them at the edge of the bed. "There’s something I have to tell you, Draco."

The boy was silent beneath him but he sensed he was listening. "Dumbledore says I keep hearing your attack because we’ve subconsciously decided that I take some of the pain away from you. He says it’s sort of a mark of our love. And it will only stop when you are healed."

Draco was silent for so long, Harry thought he had fallen asleep. "You don’t need to share my experience to take the pain away. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t. Just being here, that’s enough."

Harry suddenly found himself being rolled, until he was on top of the boy. But the other proved to be in control by moving up to plunder Harry’s mouth with his tongue, his hands reaching around to snatch at the raven strands.

"What about the others?" Harry managed between gasps as to the kisses on his throat.

"I already put up the silencing spell. You are rather predictable, Harry."

Harry risked stroking beneath the boy’s robes. Draco pushed him back a little and shrugged them off. The Gryffindor was astonished to feel bare skin beneath him. He grinned and closed the curtain around them, shrugging off his own robes and clothes. The Slytherin helped him, fingers nimbly unfastening his pants and moving them down his thighs, giving his penis a quick loving kiss, before moving back to his mouth once more. The two rolled in a dance of their passion, naked bodies touching, hands rubbing, lips kissing bare flesh wherever they found it. Draco knelt his knees on either side of Harry’s hips and grabbed his penis, positioning it at his entrance, before reaching for his wand and uttering the lubricous spell before throwing it off the bed. The Gryffindor groaned.

No. You don’t need to."

Draco stroked down Harry’s cheek. "I have to. You’re intense bastardness did make something clear to me, Harry. He will always have me as long as I don’ t let any one else. I don’t want that. I want to be me again. I know you don’t understand."

Harry thought that he did. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought he had a fair idea as to what Draco was talking about.

Draco gingerly lay his head past Harry’s shoulder and stilled, his hands gripping his lover’s shoulders. Harry moved slowly into his lover. Draco hissed and shuddered but otherwise did not move. The Gryffindor trailed his hand down the trembling back.

"Are you alright?" He asked, resisting the urge not to thrust sharply.

"Please, Harry…"

He felt Draco’s nails dig into him as he thrust slowly inside him. Harryreached one hand for his chin, only to have him move it away.

"No. Don’t kiss me. Just, just do this."

Harry felt at odds as to how to feel. The sheer beauty of making love to his lover was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He realized that all his fantasies did not compare. But Draco’s utter stillness was distracting. He looked to Draco’s face. He had his eyes scrunched closed and had bitten his lip, as though he was waiting out a Doctor’s examination.

"I love you." Harry whispered into his ear, then angled his thrusts to hit his prostate. Draco jumped and cried out. Harry hit the spot again, causing the same reaction, only this time the cry sounded more like a raggard sob. He looked to his lover. His head was turned from him but he could see tears running down his face.

"Draco…" He forced himself to still.

"Please, Harry. Please." Pained grey eyes met virulent green. "I love you." He grinned, kissed the raven-haired boy on the lips. Harry returned the kiss, pouring all of his own devotion into his ravaging tongue in the other boy’s mouth. He started to thrust again, a little faster, feeling himself build up to orgasm. Draco gasped and pulled away, digging his nails harder into his shoulder and staring vacantly at the headboard. Harry reached his arm around his lover and pulled him close, expelling three gasps from his lover as his thrusts hit the mark. He kissed Draco on the cheek and had to pull all his reserves of energy into not thrusting harshly as he was pushed over the edge into a climax that exploded pleasure all over his body. He moaned, feeling his release inside his lover. A sob turned him to Draco, who was silently crying. Harry felt his innards twist into tiny knots. He slowly pulled out, but still got a flinch from the boy.

"I’m sorry. Have I hurt you? Have I hurt you, Draco?"

The blonde shook his head. "No, Harry. You didn’t hurt me. I told you, I wanted to. And I trusted you. Please, would you finish me off?"

He curled Harry’s fingers around his penis and clamped his mouth onto the raven-haired boy’s. It only took a few strokes for the boy to be groaning into Harry’s mouth as his hips jolted up and down in his own release.

"See." Draco handed back Harry’s glasses after they released. "Now I am yours, Harry."

Harry was still a little concerned. "Are you certain that I didn’t hurt you? Because you weren’t-"

"I wasn’t expecting it to be the most wonderful experience. Although I wished it was. In fact, to tell the truth, I wasn’t really even enjoying it. I was but I wasn’t. Well, ok, there were a couple of moments when I was really enjoying it. But I loved the fact that you were so flushed, Harry. And so sweet. Ok, you can be a real bastard. But you’re also so sweet. Oh how I hate you." He grinned and kissed Harry along the jaw.

"Feeling’s mutual." Harry pulled the covers over their naked bodies and pulled his lover to him. "I totally, utterly despise you."

"Mmm… smells like peppermint, Harry." Draco nuzzled against his hair a moment then settled against his chest for sleep.

Harry was awoken three times in the night by the shouts and screams in his head.
 
 
 
 

Harry practically jumped up out of bed in the elated news that he had made love to Draco the night before. He grabbed his glasses off the bedside drawer and smiled at the sleeping form beside him. Not being able to resist, he pulled the blanket down to snatch a peek at the slender naked body. Draco mock punched him on the chest, one eye opening.

"Perving a little there, Harry?"

Harry didn’t know why he was blushing.

"Right!" Draco pulled the sheet down off Harry and took a long glance at his own body. He suddenly grabbed their arms and placed them together, seeming to admire the contrasting colours, Draco’s alabaster white versus Harry’s faint honeyed hue. In that instant, the curtain was pulled open. Draco shoved the covers over himself and Harry but was not quick enough. Goyle blushed bright purple then threw the paper onto the bed.

"Ah…. I think Snape might be in trouble."

Harry had never seen anyone close curtains so fast. Both heard the hurried thumps of him hastily departing the room before they looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"I don’t know why he was so embarrassed. It’s not like we were actually doing anything."

Harry trailed kisses down his throat. "Well, we could be."

"You're expecting a repeat performance of last night, aren’t you, Potter?" He gasped and shuddered as Harry lightly nipped at his skin. "I want know why Snape is in trouble."

Harry sighed in frustration and pulled away, before moving forward once more to rest his head on his lover’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist.

The newspaper headline read:

‘WEREWOLF AND DARK WIZARD INVOLVED IN PLOT TO BRING DOWN VOLDEMORT’.

Harry suddenly remembered the night he had overheard Lupin and Snape talking in his office. He had thought he had heard a buzzing near his ear.

Oh no…

His suspicions were confirmed by the name at the bottom of the article.

Rita Skeeter.

TBC…