A/N : Fluffy White Pillow here hoping that you guys would enjoy what I've written. This is actually my first ficcie in an extremely long time. Oh, and don't be afraid to flame, I WILL use them for burning Ginny Weasley
Warning : Abuse
Pairing : H/D (Not to be confused with D/H)
Rating : M
Disclaimer : Not mine. Period
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Chapter the First – Nothing is Ever as It Seems
Partie Une
"Harry"
The pale man whispered, gently grabbing the arm of the taller brunette. In a span of a few seconds, though, the ex-Gryffindor had the young Malfoy heir against a wall, his 11-inched holly wand pointing directly at the exposed flesh of the blond's throat,
"You fucking leave me alone"
Tears fell from silver gray eyes and down deathly white cheeks, like streams of molten diamonds against pure unblemished snow,
"You don't understand, Harry - - -"
"You don't understand",
He mimicked the other man mockingly and continued,
"Of course I do, Draco! I see my lover naked with my equally nude best friend! What else is there to it?"
"But, you know that I… I love you to much to - - -"
"To what, Malfoy? To betray? Too late for that, don't you think?"
"You weren't there, Harry! You didn't see Weasley - - -"
"I very much doubt I'd want to see what you and Ron were up to"
"Why don't you let me explain…?"
"Just shut up, Malfoy! Your feelings for him were mutual and when both of you acted upon it, you get caught! It's that bloody simple! Now. You. Fucking. Leave. Me. Alone."
Harry's normally gentle emerald green eyes were now Avada Kedavara green and flashing angrily. Glaring at the smaller man, he lowered his wand and turned to leave,
"I love you…"
He snorted and replied scathingly,
"We've been together for three years, Malfoy, and you've never heard me tell you that before"
"If you'd only listen…"
"What made you think I'd ever love you?"
"Merlin, Harry! Can't you see? I do love you! You love me too, don't you?"
The tear-filled gray eyes were pleading but he was relentless. Scoffing, he answered,
"I don't"
Anguished, Draco attempted to seize the elbow of the He-Who-Lived.
Partie Deux
Porcelain-like skin comes in contact with that of tanned bronze.
An adrenaline-fueled rush of power surges through and empowers him.
A sharp sound of a loud stinging slap reverberates though the moonlit room.
The sickening thud of bones and flesh as they meet with full impact against cold granite wall echoes in the distance.
A body crumbles, almost lifelessly, to the hard stone floor.
"Sweet dreams, my love"
Partie Trois
Draco's pale silver blue orbs could only watch as the great oak door slammed shut, signaling a finality to what they once shared. He blinked wearily and gazed at the contents of the room. Feeling the shadows whisper for him to give up, he weakly shook his head and willed himself to stay awake. He would be strong for his lover. Suddenly, his vision blurred and the room started to swim and grow hazy,
"Harry…"
Finally, Draco allowed the creeping darkness to envelope his self and protect him from the shock.
The agony.
The hatred.
The numbing pain.
And all went black.
Partie Quatre
He didn't look back; it was better that he not believe his ex-lover's words, rather than listen to the gnawing feeling of guilt in his now empty heart, telling him to give the young blond a chance to explain what he had seen. He slowly trudged down the stairs, a different question plaguing his mind with each step,
"Harry…"
He looked down to the warm honey brown eyes of his best friend; and finally, letting all of his insecurities and hurt surface, hugged her tightly. Her soft voice whispered in his ear as she patted his back, comfortingly,
"Sssh, Harry. It wasn't what you thought it was"
The Man-Who-Lived froze in her arms, then stared inquiringly at Hermione. She smiled reassuringly and nodded to one of the darker corners of the living room. Following her gaze, he saw the indistinct figure of Ro - - -, Weasley. The orange-haired boy's usually bright sky blue eyes were bloodshot , full of remorse, shame and humiliation,
"Uhm…"
"What, Weasley?"
The coldness in his voice and anger in his narrow orbs made the ex-Gryffindor keeper swallow nervously, before replying,
"I just wanted to apologize to you and Malfoy - - -"
"Malfoy had the best time of his bloody life, why apologize?"
He interrupted and sneered. The brown haired girl glanced at the brunette, worry etched over her beautiful face,
"Attempted rape isn't all that fun, Harry"
Stiffening, he shook his head slowly,
"No…"
"Ron, explain to him what happened"
"You see… You do remember Lucius Malfoy, right? Blonde hair, blue eyes?"
He answered with a wordless nod,
"Yeah, he uhm… He got me drunk and the Imperio-ed me. After that, he made me try to rape Malfoy Junior, And he was struggling, so Malfoy Senior made me paralyze his son… So uhm… After that I stripped him and then myself and you walked in on us… Er… You apparated away and I was able to fight the curse at last. Malfoy Junior followed you and I uh… Went straight to Hermy"
"Didn't Draco explain it to you?"
Silence.
"Harry?"
"He did, but…"
The sentence trailed off and he stared back at Hermione. She seemed to understand at once and concern creased her face,
"Where is he, Harry?"
That was all the emerald eyed brunette needed to hear before snapping out of his reverie and running up the stairs, leaving Ron and Hermione to follow slowly after him.
Partie Cinq
"Draco?"
The room was deathly quiet and very dimly lit, illuminated only by the gentle rays of moonlight. His whispered word bounced off the walls, as if taunting and mocking him. Yet, he could make out the shallowest and raspiest of breathing.
Calling out again, slightly louder this time, Harry received the same tomblike silence as an answer. He cracked the oak door wider and there it was.
He spotted a figure lying by the side of the cold granite and approached it carefully. The blood in his veins started to drop several degrees. Harry recognized the figure almost immediately.
Once flawless alabaster skin was now marred with hundreds of tiny gashes and marks. The rich red maroon was a stark contrast against once pristine platinum blond hair. The formerly healthy and lithe body was now struggling to suck in air and draw it out with each breath. A small pool of crimson blood formed around the fallen man's head.
He had found Draco Malfoy.
Partie Six
The great oak door creaked open and the shuffle of footsteps could be heard,
"Harry?"
Hermione's voice called out; soothing, warm, caring, worried and attempting to keep calm. Quickly raising her wand, she whispered "Lumos",
"Where's - - - Oh my god"
She rushed forward, pushing the brunette to the side; and checked for the ex-Slytherin's pulse. Harry could only stare with sad guilt-ridden eyes as crystalline tears rolled down his cheeks and on to the hard stones of the ground,
"Quickly now! Ron, you check the Floo network; Harry, you try to keep him alive; I'm going to firecall Professor Snape. We have to bring him to St. Mungo's as soon as possible"
He was shaking uncontrollably; whether consciously or unconsciously, he wasn't sure. Tracing a calloused finger on the cold skin of the Malfoy heir, Harry whispered,
"Gods… Draco… I'm so sorry, so so sorry. Wake up, okay? Wake up for me, please"
He cradled the blond's head near his chest and slowly rocked them back and forth. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he looked up to Hermione's face,
"We have to go now"
She cast a spell and he felt Draco's fragile body rise up from his arms. He followed after her, all the while staring at the other man. They entered the fireplace and shouted, "St. Mungo's", before disappearing and leaving Harry's house empty and cold.
Once there, he watched as the young Malfoy was attended to by countless Healers.
TBC
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