Author's Note: This version of the story is in Harry's point of view. The other fanfiction, "Captive Part 2", is written from Ron's perspective. The events in each chapter don't line up from story to story, so I'm not entirely sure which you should read first. Whoever you like best, I guess. However, you may rest assured to know that both stories also have different parts and scenes that may not be included in one or the other. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story nonetheless, whichever version you may read first! I may or may not continue it in a 'part three' once the double-character thing gets a bit tiresome, but I have absolutely no idea. Have fun!

Included in this story is some violence, non-consensual sex, and probably a lot of swearing. And did I say sex?

Harry grunted as he was shoved to his knees onto the hard floor. Malfoy Manor was as sinister as any of them would have guessed it would be, with rich décor and a dark feeling that was seemingly inescapable. However, this feeling may have been contributed to by the fact that Harry's mind was reeling from the pain in his face and extremities, while also panicking about being captured and sent to the worst possible people imaginable. Snatchers may have been stupid and none too bright, but he couldn't help feeling more so.

It was, after all, his stupid mouth that had gotten them here.

Guilt, panic, fear, and pain radiated through him so powerfully he was surprised that it wasn't visibly tangible around his body. He tried, however, to keep a blank expression on his swollen face. Now was not the time to show it, both for his sake and for the sake of his friends.

"Well son?"

Malfoy junior looked at his father as he was addressed. Harry glared up at the lot of them, hating each to the core. Due to Hermione's quick thinking, Harry would have probably escaped the notice of most death eaters who had seen him in brief battle. Except for one Draco Malfoy, who had most likely memorized Harry's face in the constant taunting and sneering he had done just inches from it over the years. Draco leaned in closer to get a good look, and Harry looked away, trying to hide his eye color in the glare of the fireplace. If he could keep a blank expression and stop from making any recognizable emotions show, maybe the stinging hex would do its job and save his life. He didn't doubt it made him look hideous, he just hoped it was hideous enough.

"I can't be sure…" Malfoy trailed off, looking even closer. His face was inches from Harry's. Harry gazed at the fireplace intently. "His face looks weird."

Bellatrix fisted his hair, making him grit his teeth, and moved his face more into the firelight for Draco to inspect. Recognition flickered in his eyes briefly before being covered up by his pale features once more. It was all over.

While facing away from the room and in a position where only Draco could see his expression, despite everything Harry stood for and struggled against during their rivalry at Hogwarts, he gave Draco one pleading look to try and save himself and his friends. A look that he tried to use to convey every panicked thought, every fear, and every life he was trying to save. It was his last chance.

He thought he saw a flicker of annoyance, and felt his stomach disappear. He would die now, soon after Voldemort was called, and all hope of the wizarding world being saved would vanish.

"I can't really tell, but I know a way how," Draco said smugly to his father over Harry and Bellatrix, who was still clutching his wild hair painfully.

His thoughts raced. Relief spread as he realized that Hermione's jinx worked, but fear soon followed at Draco's last words. How else could he tell?

"Take off his shirt."

"What?" Harry said incredulously.

Bellatrix yanked at his hair, causing him to grunt again. "Shut up!" she hissed in Harry's ear. "Why, Draco dear?" she added sickeningly sweet.

"Well, Potter's got this sort of scar…from Quidditch. I know because I put it there," Draco said arrogantly, smirking down at him. "If it's there, I would recognize where it's from."

Harry was entirely confused. He searched his memories of Quidditch matches against Slytherin, or practice…sure he had fallen and had the occasional injury, but Madame Pomfery had fixed anything he was able to present her with using her expertise. Why would Draco assume she couldn't prevent any scarring anyway? This, however, didn't seem to occur to anyone else, because as he looked around the room, Ron and Hermione looked terrified and everyone else triumphant.

"Good thinking, son," Lucius said excitedly. "Well, Bella," he motioned.

She moved her hand to the front of his brown robes, which he wore open over simple jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that had been torn at the seam in the struggle. Harry moved defensively away, earning a sharp pain from his scalp, and slapped her hand away reflexively. It hadn't been one of his better decisions, but he didn't like being touched. She slapped him hard on the side of the head and he felt dazed.

Fenrir chuckled from the shadows. "Childhood problems, kiddo?" he said with amusement. He moved forward to grab Harry's other arm and together he and Bellatrix managed to remove his robes.

Harry began to panic. He didn't really feel like displaying his body to anymore people, after already having had six exact copies of himself reveal a great portion of his anatomy to each other, all being his friends and acquaintances. He struggled away from Fenrir, the stronger of the two, with little success. His meaty hand clamped down on Harry's arm and pinned him to the floor while Bellatrix lifted the shirt, screaming at him to cooperate or she would take a layer of skin when she was finished with the current layer of cloth. He stilled, breathing heavily from resisting, tinged pink from embarrassment, and wincing from Fenrir's painful hold. Bellatrix quickly removed Harry's only protection from everyone's piercing stare.

They straightened him up, again on his knees, while Draco walked around him, looking for said scar.

Harry never really thought he was ugly or unfit, he just never liked to display his body to large groups of people at a time for inspecting. Sure, he swam in the lake and showered in the changing rooms after Quidditch practice, but he never until recently had to bare every scar and mark that a childhood with Dudley and Uncle Vernon gifted him with, or his weirdly smooth skin that had always made him feel a bit too feminine compared to the other players in the showers. Despite his name and how many people made fun of him for it at school, he wasn't that, er, 'hairy' either.

But this wasn't school, this was his enemy's house and he was being stupid worrying about his appearance when it was in front of people who would easily discard his dead and lifeless body into the nearest barren field for the wilderness to pick through for dinner.

"Well, I don't see it," Draco said after circling Harry several times. "It should be there," he pointed to a patch of slightly tanned skin that was scar-free, just above Harry's hip. Harry jerked away with what freedom he had to move under Fenrir's iron-like grasp. Fenrir laughed.

He saw annoyance flicker across Draco's features again.

"Are you sure, son?" Lucius said weakly, looking completely disappointed that they wouldn't deliver Harry Potter to the Dark Lord after all.

"Yes. If it was him, he'd have it," Draco said, sounding disappointed as well. "Plus, he's way ugly to be Potter, not that Potter is an angel or anything. I don't know what this bloke's problem is, but once he heals, I can guarantee it won't be Potter's stupid face staring back at us."

Harry breathed a mental sigh of relief. He didn't know if Draco was completely stupid or if he secretly didn't want it to be Harry, but he could care less what it was. Certain death had, for the most part, been postponed to possible death in the near future, which was better for now. He was so relieved he even forgot to be offended at Draco's verbal insult to his own face just now.

"Alright, well, just…just put them with the others, I suppose. It's not as though we can take them to the ministry now, they know too much, obviously," Lucius said, looking crestfallen. "We will decide later what to do with them."

"Father, a word," Draco said at the last minute, appearing to decide on something.

He walked over to his father and Fenrir joined him, along with most of his gang. They formed a circle, not speaking lowly, but far enough away to where the captives could not hear. Harry saw that Draco seemed to be asking something and smirking evilly. Malfoy senior looked confusedly at Draco, after which Greyback pointed over to the wall where Ron and Hermione were being held by two other gang members and debated something fiercely. Lucius nodded, an amused grin spreading across his pale face, before saying his own short answer. Malfoy rolled his eyes and his father smirked. Greyback laughed loudly, a harsh, barking sound. He sounded excited, which to Harry meant something very bad was going to happen. Draco looked a bit nervous at this laugh, but quickly turned to his father and added another sentence to the conversation that Harry had no idea how to interpret.

It was then that he noticed Bellatrix eyeing him while still clutching his arm to prevent him escaping. She had a slightly hungry look in her eyes, which made him looked over at Ron and Hermione, disgusted panic no doubt completely visible in his own expression now. Ron looked more afraid than Harry had ever seen him, and Hermione looked still terrified.

Was the swelling on his face going down?

As the group made their way back, Draco told Bellatrix to take 'Ugly' upstairs, to which she looked at him with…anger? Harry would say jealousy, but…that didn't make sense. Well, for Bellatrix, it probably did somehow.

Behind Draco, Harry could see Ron look confused as he was raised to his feet by Fenrir, but Hermione was left sitting. Hadn't she been the one he wanted to bite or whatever? Fenrir whispered something, looking menacing, and Ron paled considerably. Harry hadn't thought it was even possible, since they were already so terrified. It was then that Ron started shouting and he attempted to free himself from the giant hand that belonged to Fenrir Greyback. Harry knew that grip from just moments ago and knew it was a lost cause. Good lord, what was going to happen to them?

"-AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE SICK!"

"Shut up!" Fenrir merely said, clearly not at all displeased with the reaction he was getting. He grinned evilly, showing his pointed canines more. Ron shouted something incoherent and wrenched his arm still, trying to free himself to no avail.

"YOU'RE ALL BLOODY SICK AND NEED HELP! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

Harry couldn't watch. He looked away, wondering if he would ever see them again. With what Greyback had said to make Ron completely freak out, he guessed not. Harry felt hands on his bare arms then and was steered numbly towards the stairs, up them, and down a hall, hearing Ron's panicked bellowing all the way.

Once he was shoved into a room, the door closed behind him and he heard a muttered spell.

He began to turn around, but as he did ropes flew at him. Both his arms were caught by the flying heavy ropes, which flung them behind him and entwined his wrists together behind his back. This made him lose his balance and fall…onto something soft.

"Drakey wants you to wait here," Bellatrix said in a voice that didn't deceive Harry at all into believing its sweetness. She left, and the door clicked after it shut, undoubtedly locking.

He looked around to see what he was laying on, praying that it wasn't what it felt like. If it was, his mind would have to fill in blanks that he severely would want to remain empty.

It was. He was laying on an elegant bed with black sheets and a silky green bedspread. Slytherin green, in fact.

Drakey.

Draco.

Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy's bed.

In his house. Where no one would hear Harry scream, or would smile if they did.

He had been a present.

"Unh," Harry gurgled as he lay on his back, arms cramping beneath him.

He hadn't known Draco was…like that. Although, now that Harry thought about it, he hadn't given the matter much thought before. The Dursleys didn't talk about things…things like…sex and stuff. Harry felt stupid as he pansied around the subject even in his head. They turned him into a prude.

Anyways, he was being distracted. Yes, he didn't have a problem with gay people and stuff, but he didn't really feel the desire to become one himself. He had dated Cho, and then dated Ginny. It was how he did it, right? And now…Draco's bed…

He felt his eyes widen as he realized just what might happen. He and Ginny hadn't even…Ginny…he would probably never see her again. And the last person to touch him would be…

"Ugh," Harry shuddered. This was the worst. Maybe Draco would just torture him and kill him or something. He could only hope.

That's not true, his traitorous thoughts told him. You know perfectly well, no matter how much you don't want to admit it, that you wouldn't rather be killed than do that with Draco…even though the experience would be horrific, you need to survive.

Harry sighed. He knew it was true. He had to survive for the good of the world, for the good of his friends. For the good of Ginny, who he promised to return for. Before he even heard the click of the lock on the door, he knew he had to do all he could to survive.

Draco entered, looking smug as ever.

Well, he didn't say he would make it easy for Malfoy. He would inflict a few bruises before giving in, at least.

"Hey Potter," he said in his smooth voice. The glass of water on the table beside the bed exploded.

"Fuck you," Harry spat, realizing how dumb he looked laying on the bed with his hands behind his back. Threatening.

Draco chuckled and Harry realized the gravity of his words.

"Nice, by the way," Draco said, indicating Harry's outburst at the glass of water. Wandless magic hadn't happened for a while for Harry. He was beginning to think he grew out of it. Wait, Potter…

"Wait, you know it's me?" Harry said, looking at him in surprise.

"Yeah, I would have thought you had caught that," Draco said, as though Harry were three years old. "I've never hurt you in Quidditch like that before. Not that I didn't try, just – "

"But, why did you save us?" Harry asked.

"Well, about that…" Draco looked a bit sheepish now. "I may have only saved you, you know. Granger's in the prisoners' room and Weasley…er…"

"What?" Harry asked, going pale. "What's the matter?"

"Well," Draco said. "He was given to Greyback."

"What does that mean?" Harry's stomach was gone again.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. Harry suddenly looked around him again. Knowing he was here, in Draco's room, for Draco to do what he will with him, Harry couldn't help but come to the conclusion that Ron was in a similar position. Good God, he needed to choose his words more carefully.

"Oh," Harry said. He felt a burning in the corners of his eyes. The guilt that was crushing his insides reminded him that he did have a stomach, but his mouth was the most retarded organ he possessed. The warning of the taboo, so smartly given to Harry by Ron, was wasted against Harry's stupidity. Ron had tried to protect them from the snatchers, and Harry had led them right to the tent. Now it was Ron paying the price in a way he never should have to. Harry felt a tear escape as he realized Ron was only seventeen years old.

He glanced over to a mirror on the wall beside the bed. His face was healed all the way now, revealing his true identity to any Death Eater to walk in.

At least Hermione was safer than either boy was right now.

"Anyway," Draco said, picking at his fingernails, "I did call you up here for a reason, you know, and I'm sure you've figured it out by now. Or have you not had 'the talk' yet?"

Harry felt a blush creep up on his face as he furiously turned his head away to hide it.

"I guess no one could talk to you about it, eh Potty?" Draco laughed. "That's more of a parent-child thing, I suppose. But, well, we all know that story."

"Fuck you," Harry said again, rage boiling within him.

"That's the idea. You're getting the hang of this already!"

Harry blushed deeper.

"Don't worry Potter, I'll be the best you've had," Draco said smugly, obviously enjoying making him uncomfortable. "Much better than Weaslette, I'm sure."

"Hsncvhfmbl."

"What?"

"Haven't done it yet," Harry said. Good lord, he must look like a lobster.

"Really?" Draco said. He seemed genuinely shocked. "Wow, Potty, always the gentleman," he chided. It seemed halfhearted, however, perhaps due to the fact that he was proven wrong in his assumptions.

Harry gave the most mutinous look he could gather.

Draco moved closer just then, and Harry struck out with his foot. Draco dodged it and glared, seizing the offending leg.

"I was going to untie you, you know, but now never mind," Malfoy said with poison in every word. Harry swallowed, cursing himself. His arms were cramping hardcore.

Draco took Harry by the upper arms and dragged him up the bed to lie in the middle. Harry struggled the entire time, feeling his stomach disappear once more as he realized this was the start of the horrific experience that would undoubtedly cost him much therapy in the future. If he had one.

To his horror, Draco straddled his waist and pulled off his own shirt, Harry's having been removed ages ago in a room full of people.

"Get off me!" Harry shouted, twisting weirdly under Draco's powerful legs – oh god stop it, Harry's thought interrupted the other.

"Shut up, Potter," Draco said warningly.

"I SAID GET OFF!" Harry bellowed at the ceiling. Draco clamped a hand over Harry's mouth.

"I know you don't like it and you're a virgin or whatever, but other people have worse. Want Greyback instead? Because I can guarantee Potter, if I didn't ask for you first, your pretty little face will attract more attention than you'll want!" Draco snapped.

"Wait, what?" Harry said, wrenching his head sideways to get out from underneath Draco's hand. It almost sounded as though Draco was trying to help him. Also, he chose to ignore the 'pretty face' comment.

"Christ, Potter, I'm still trying to save your arse and you're a bloody moron. No wonder you were caught."

"Well then, can't you just…just say you did without…I mean…" Harry felt pathetic at how pleading his voice sounded.

"I never said I didn't want to," Draco said, smirking.

Harry scoffed and turned his head, a blush creeping its way back onto his face. He had never known Draco saw him that way…

"So you…even at Hogwarts, you wanted…?" Harry stammered, not wanting to say it.

"Perhaps," Draco said fiercely, and Harry actually noticed a slight pink tinge the other boy's pale cheeks this time. So, he had been carrying this little twisted torch for a while, apparently.

Harry felt hands on the clasp of his jeans and his brain kick-started again.

"Wait! Wait wait wait wait," Harry said desperately, bucking underneath Malfoy to stop him from going further. Harry realized too late that this may have been a bad idea to slow the process, and suppressed a shudder of horror when he felt the hardness above him. "Please, I know we've fought and everything, but I've never…and Ginny…please!"

Draco looked as though pity flickered in his eyes for a fraction of a second, and Harry held his breath. But it was replaced by resolve as he snapped the button open on Harry's trousers and shifted above him to snap the two identical buttons below it.

Harry groaned at the lost hope and tried to buck him off again, but Draco placed a firm hand on his stomach to stop him and leaned down to his ear to mutter, albeit huskily, "If I don't, he'll find out anyway. My Occlumency isn't as good as his. I promise I'll…you know, be gentle and stuff." He bit Harry's ear, making him shudder, and leaned back again.

So he was doing this partly to finish the act. Harry knew 'partly' because, while he knew Voldemort was a strong Legilimens, he also knew Draco was a strong Occlumens, and he probably could have blocked whatever the hell he wanted, Harry thought bitterly. Also, the bite to the ear and the husky tone were a bit of a giveaway. It was Draco and his stupid urges that had him basically laid out like an Easter dinner spread.

He felt his trousers being pulled off and he closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to be anywhere but here. At least Draco would be gentle…

Harry felt little comfort.

"Hmm," Draco said thoughtfully.

"What?" Harry asked irritably. Great, was he not up to par? Harry felt sick at how casual his thoughts were about it.

"Well, I just remember wondering what type of…well, you know, 'boxers or briefs' and all that?" Draco said nonchalantly.

"Yes?" Harry said mutinously.

"Well, I never thought it would be both. Those boxer-briefs things, right? Oh, and thanks for wearing black for me. Real sexy."

"I hate you."

Draco chuckled briefly before straddling Harry again. Harry tried not to think about how smooth Draco's skin was. He had taken the liberty of removing his own trousers as well. Harry shifted uncomfortably, partly due to his arms seizing up terribly now and because Draco's barely-clad manhood was obviously touching his own equally clad…good god…

Draco bent over Harry, pushing on his shoulders as he did so, and nibbled at his neck, making Harry blush even more than he already was. Suddenly, he felt a foreign hand enter his boxers without warning, causing him to jump. He didn't have to guess whose it was. Harry closed his eyes again.

"Oh god," Harry said forebodingly, turning his head away.

Draco continued to lick and bite at his neck while his hand wrapped around Harry's penis inside his underwear still. Harry felt a faint smile against his neck as Draco stroked him slowly. After only a moment Harry could feel, to his horror, that he was hardening. He whimpered pathetically and shifted his legs, cursing his body. He felt humiliated that it would betray him so. Draco continued to suck and bite at his neck, perhaps a little harder than was necessary. Actually, Harry felt that it was completely unnecessary, and wished that he would just shove it in and get it over with.

Draco's other hand wandered to the back of Harry's thigh and pulled it up slightly, shifting Harry underneath him. Harry shifted again, cursing the ropes that bound his arms. He couldn't deny that Draco's hand and its…ministrations…felt good after his long exile into the wilderness with Ron and Hermione. They slept in close quarters, and he was a teenage boy. Yet private time was…scarce.

"Wow, Potter, never would have guessed you were hiding all that in there," Draco breathed into Harry's ear.

Harry scoffed again. "First of all, shut up. And, why not?" he added, slightly offended. He felt he was…reasonably sized. Not that he had much to go on in comparison, really.

Draco snickered. "No reason. One hears things around the Slytherin common room, but then those are just rumors."

"I hate you."

Draco chuckled annoyingly.

Harry was beginning to breathe at a quickened pace, despite his efforts to hide his reactions. Draco's own arousal was apparent and making itself known against Harry's leg, but Draco shifted and began pulling Harry's boxers down. They disappeared as Harry looked away, his eyes avoiding the mirror on the wall next to them. Draco's hand found its way to Harry's cock again, but this time Draco didn't reappear to assault Harry's neck some more. With a foreboding feeling, Harry slowly looked down.

"I will make you enjoy this Potter, even if you don't want to."

Harry watched as Draco bent over his erection, between Harry's slightly bent knees, and took Harry partially into his mouth. He put his head back down on the bed to stare at the ceiling, not wanting to admit how erotic that looked and how good it felt. He could feel Draco's warm mouth begin to suck and his tongue caressed the underside of his cock. Harry made a slight noise in the back of his throat, unable to quell it. Christ, it felt too good. Why was Draco doing this, anyway?

He felt Draco begin to move up and down slowly, letting his tongue wander around the underside of his penis. Harry was panting now, clutching the sheets beneath him with his bound hands. The pain in his arms was completely overshadowed by the pleasure he felt between his legs. He glanced down again and moaned breathily as he saw the top of Draco's blonde head moving up and down, he couldn't help himself.

Harry thrust upwards slightly to meet Draco's mouth, which was an involuntary movement, and Draco seized his hips to stop him from moving. After a few more seconds of Harry panting and Draco's tongue doing unthinkable things, he felt Draco's teeth gently graze the shaft of his penis and Harry's back arched slightly while he gave a small "ah!". Draco had clearly done this before.

"Like that, Potter?" Draco said smugly. However, it was hard for him to look smug while he too was flushed and had obvious want in his eyes.

Before Harry could retort, or find his voice, Draco did it again, and Harry closed his eyes tight and dropped his head back on the bed. His mouth was way too talented…

Harry hadn't noticed Draco's hands leave his hips until he felt one of them come back to rest on his left hip. He briefly wondered where the other was until he felt Draco's teeth once more, and directly afterwards felt his tongue tease the slit of his cock.

"Uh!" Harry wiggled his hips, wanting Draco to stop, but also severely not wanting him to stop either. Until he felt what was unmistakably Draco's finger, slick with something, starting to massage his entrance. The entrance to his arse. "No!" Harry said, looking down at Draco. He tried to move away, but Draco held him there with his other hand, mouth still around Harry's dick. He gave Harry a silent warning glare, which Harry told himself did NOT look at all sexy in the slightest while his lips were wrapped around his erection and his shockingly pure blonde hair fell slightly around his face. The persistent bastard of a middle finger drew circles around his arse and Draco continued to suck his cock, which, Harry was just now finding out, was a distraction.

However, it was a very good distraction. Harry couldn't help but let out small noises of pleasure as Draco doubled his efforts. He seemed to enjoy the small "ahs" and "ohs" Harry made, because he could see his excitement building. Harry, however, hadn't forgotten about the finger that was prodding at his entrance, and let out a small gasp as he felt it push itself in about halfway. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the slickness of whatever Draco had put on his finger enter with it. Draco pushed it in and out gently, until he had pushed it all the way in. He continued with his tongue and teeth on Harry's erection and Harry felt the slight burning pain ebb away from his arse as he was distracted again.

Draco added another finger, but at the same time took Harry almost all the way into his mouth, and Harry gasped again, his panting interrupted. He clutched at the bedspread hard and closed his eyes. The burning had returned and was less easy to ignore, but as Draco took Harry deeper and swallowed around the tip of Harry's cock, Harry found it harder to care. He writhed and moaned, his volume increasing. Harry's self control was breaking away slowly, which was undoubtedly Draco's plan. He supposed if this was all Draco was doing to him at the moment, he could enjoy it while it lasted.

Draco thrust his fingers into Harry repeatedly as he pleasured him further with his slick tongue. He was breathing heavily too, and Harry wondered briefly what sort of image he made. Writhing and gasping like a wanton whore beneath the person who had tormented him for six years of school. His flushed skin glistened with sweat and his cheeks still held their blush as he thought of what a slut he must be to be enjoying this. It was all stupid Malfoy's fault.

Just then, Draco's probing fingers pushed all the way in and Harry felt a jolt of pleasure shoot upward into his body. "Ah!" he gasped, back arching again. He relaxed from it and looked down at Malfoy innocently. What the hell was that?

Draco released Harry's dick for a moment to smirk up at him, and thrust his fingers against that spot again, causing Harry to convulse once and close his eyes tightly.

"Stop it," he said breathlessly, looking away at the wall beside them. It was downright embarrassing to be at the mercy of his arch rival, much less be his little puppet to play with.

"I think you like it, Potter," Draco taunted. He removed his fingers, causing Harry to whimper slightly, and moved up the bed to be face-to-face with his victim.

Harry looked stubbornly away, until Draco tilted Harry's face forcefully towards his own to make eye contact. Draco's face was flushed too and Harry couldn't help feeling dread at what was to come. Then he did something Harry wasn't expecting at all.

Draco kissed him.

It was needy and lustful, but it wasn't meant to be rough. He didn't bite like he did to Harry's neck (which probably has fucking marks all over it you fucking bastard), or push too hard or anything. It was just a kiss, which confused Harry somewhat.

But before he realized what was happening, he felt Draco lift his legs slightly so that they rested in the crooks of Draco's elbows, and felt something blunt and slippery at his gently prepared entrance. Draco pushed in slowly but firmly, still holding his mouth to Harry's. Harry felt his arse stretch and take all of Draco's length, and the pain that came along with the horrible intrusion caused him to tear his mouth away from the traitor's lips that had tried to muffle his outburst.

"UHN!" Harry felt the cry rip through his chest, and he breathed raggedly.

"Potter, relax," Draco said, stilling inside Harry. His voice sounded funny, like he was having trouble speaking.

Harry closed his eyes tightly and let his head flop back down onto the bed. He could feel the pain ebbing away, though at a damn slow pace, as he adjusted to Draco's size. He didn't want this. He didn't want to lose his virginity like this. Harry opened his eyes again when he realized that it was too late. He wasn't 'pure' anymore…

Draco seemed to notice Harry's lack of enthusiasm and maneuvered Harry's legs around his waist. He then leaned forward, putting both hands on either side of Harry, and gently started to move in and out.

Harry could feel Draco's slickened cock sliding inside of him, and was almost shocked at how gentle Draco was trying to be. He had expected rough, wild thrusting and a complete lack of concern for his virgin arse. Apparently, he had been wrong.

Draco let out a moan this time, and his head dropped to Harry's shoulder as his pace quickened. Harry realized he didn't hurt nearly as much anymore, and would almost find this enjoyable were he not being held down and fucked like a slave. Which, technically, he was one now.

Malfoy began to bite at his neck again, which seemed to be a habit of his, and Harry let out a small noise that he was unable to contain at a particularly fierce nip from Draco's perfectly straight teeth. Malfoy threaded his fingers in Harry's midnight locks and held him by the roots, continuing upward to lick at his jaw. He also angled his next thrust slightly differently, and Harry felt that jolt again.

"Oh!" Harry said into Malfoy's ear, which happened to be right next to his mouth. Draco continued to hit the same spot over and over again, until Harry was crying out each time he felt that jolt of pleasure.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"God Harry, you're so fucking tight," Draco muttered, breathing hard as he pounded mercilessly.

"Don't – don't stop!" Harry said breathily without thinking. It felt too good, he could barely make a coherent thought anymore.

Draco moaned at this and began thrusting harder, hitting Harry's pleasure spot continuously. He grasped Harry's hips to rut into him forcefully again and again. Draco was breathing the filthiest things into Harry's ear, which only furthered his own excitement. No one had ever talked to him like that before…

"Your arse is fucking perfect," he whispered, ramming into Harry repeatedly. "I'm gonna fill you and then fuck you again until you scream for me."

Harry's eyes widened as he panted wildly and moaned beneath Draco, who sucked at his neck persistently during his constant bucking. Harry gasped as he felt Draco's hand on his cock, and he began to stroke Harry along with his thrusts. With a few more thrusts, and Draco's calloused hand stroking him expertly, Harry cried out and came between them, his seed spilling onto Draco's hand and flat stomach. He could feel his body convulse against Draco's as he rode out his orgasm, and Draco continued to thrust into him all the while. Harry finally calmed down and lay there, stunned, still mildly aware of the other boy as he also came. Draco clamped his teeth down on Harry's shoulder and continued to buck into Harry while he climaxed. Harry felt a warmth spread inside him as Draco's cum filled his arse.

With barely a pause, Harry felt Malfoy pull out of him quickly and grab Harry by the waist. Wondering what on earth he was doing, Harry looked up at the fair-haired boy, only to be lifted bodily and turned over onto his stomach.

Oh. Hell no.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. He tried to sound incredulous, but his voice only held exhaustion. A muttered spell made his bonds disappear and his arms rejoiced at their newfound freedom.

"I told you," Draco said, and Harry felt that damn persistent hand wrap around his half-hard penis. He felt another similar body part, already completely hard again, pressing into his back. "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream," Draco breathed into Harry's ear.

Harry groaned at his words, feeling his erection growing impossibly again due to Draco's talented fisting of his cock. He however didn't waste any time in preparing Harry again, for Harry felt him thrust roughly into his arse a second time that evening, using the results of his previous orgasm as lubricant. Draco grunted pleasurably behind Harry as Harry gasped at the intrusion. Draco began to ride him harder this time, and grabbed a handful of wild pitch-black hair to hold up Harry's head.

Harry looked forward, his breath quickening again, to find himself staring back at his reflection. He moaned again as he looked at the picture they made.

His face was flushed and his eyes were half-lidded with lust. Draco's hand was gripping the back of his hair, and he was thrusting into Harry hard. Harry tried to tell himself that Draco's completely dominating posture wasn't a total turn-on, that his sweat-shined skin didn't look gorgeous, or that his rippling muscles as he rolled his hips into Harry's didn't make his mouth water. He tried to tell himself that, but Harry was turned on, Draco was gorgeous, and Harry's mouth was definitely watering. Harry looked away from the mirror, and Draco bit down on the back of his shoulder, causing Harry to moan.

He then angled his thrusts a few times, and Harry knew he was looking for that spot that drove him wild, whatever it was. Well, he soon found it, reducing Harry to a moaning, whining mess.

"Oh! Oh god!" Harry said, grabbing the pillow in front of him as Draco rammed into him, hard but at an even pace. At least he had something to hold onto this time, instead of being frustratingly helpless against the onslaught of a too-well-educated tease.

"You sound like a whore," Draco said, chuckling sexily into Harry's ear.

"Shut up!" Harry gasped into the pillow.

"I will if you say my name," Draco breathed tauntingly.

Harry buried his face in the pillow. Draco laughed again and grabbed a handful of Harry's messy black locks, tilting his head back slightly. Malfoy licked along his jaw line, ending with a forceful nip on the ear.

"Say it," he whispered.

Harry said nothing, and Malfoy gave a particularly hard, deep thrust, making him cry out.

"Say it," he whispered again. Harry could feel his grin against his ear.

"Malfoy," Harry muttered, his head still back due to Malfoy's grip on his hair.

"You know what I mean," he said, tugging at Harry's hair lightly. He nipped at Harry's neck and rolled his hips, grazing that special spot.

"D-Draco!" gasped Harry, arching his back into the sensation. Draco rewarded Harry with the same slow, rolling of his hips into that spot, sending a jolt up Harry's spine. At the same time, he began to stroke Harry again along with his thrusts, pulling Harry up to his knees by the hold he had on his hair.

He began to fuck Harry harder again, both of them on their knees and upright on the bed. Draco removed his dominating grip on his wild hair and placed his palm instead on Harry's chest, holding him up from behind as he continued to rut against him and stroke his rock-hard shaft simultaneously. His thumb played with one of Harry's nipples, and Harry felt overwhelmed by all the sensations that Draco was torturing him with.

"I – I can't take it," Harry whined, his hand reaching back to grasp Draco's short white-gold locks. All of his dignity had been lost ages ago, and he didn't care how vulnerable he sounded. He was frustrated for some reason. He felt too good, he needed release…

"Then come for me Harry," Draco said, squeezing extra hard and thrusting wildly in and out of him.

At this, Harry felt a burning in his midriff and cried out again as he came in waves. He gripped Malfoy's hair and let his head fall back as he rode his second orgasm for the evening, Draco pounding that spot inside him. He came almost immediately after as well, moaning into Harry's ear, and Harry felt that warm feeling again as Draco's cum entered his body once more.

Draco slowed to a stop, then backed up a bit to pull his cock out of him. Harry flopped forward, exhausted, onto the pillow, and Draco flopped down beside him. Both were breathing heavily, flushed and sweating. They lay there for what seemed like ages before Malfoy spoke.

"So, it wasn't so bad, eh?"

"Shut up," Harry said, blushing. God, the things he had just done…

Malfoy chuckled again. They sat in silence, their breathing returning to a normal and non-erratic pace. Harry relaxed into the bed, forgetting momentarily where he was and whose bed he was in exactly. He felt tired and worn out, but sated. Satisfied. Almost…happy.

"That may have been the best two orgasms I've had in my life, but I still hate you," Harry said into the pillow his face was smashed sideways on.

"I know."

"And my arse is bloody killing me. I'll get you for this," Harry's muffled voice threatened.

Draco merely snorted, sounding completely un-intimidated.

But even the mild comfort of finally being released from Malfoy's clutches couldn't last forever. A drawn-out scream was heard, reverberating in the hall. It sounded male, and it sounded like Ron. Draco snatched his wand from the table beside the bed with lightning reflexes, but by the time he sealed the door to lock out sound, it was already too late.

Harry paled.

"Oh my god," he muttered, horrified. Forgetting completely his fatigue, he leapt from the bed, no longer bound by ropes, and pulled on his boxers and jeans quickly.

"Potter, you can't," Draco said, matter-of-factly.

"Fuck you!" Harry snapped over his shoulder. He wrenched at the door, but it was now sealed. He didn't have a wand. "Let me out!"

"Potter, if you find him, you won't be able to stop it. Plus, Greyback will just kill you anyway for interrupting him. Or worse," he drawled.

Harry gave a frustrated growl, running his hands through his short wild hair furiously. He paced quickly, wondering what on earth he could do. In his helplessness, he kicked the nearest thing on his way, which happened to be the bed post. He turned to Draco.

"Tell them…tell them you want him too! Fuck him like you did me, if you want!" Harry pleaded.

Draco made a face of disgust. "Gross."

"Please, just…just not Greyback," Harry shuddered, knowing the man was no gentleman. He ran his hands through his hair again.

"Can't anyway," Draco said. "I agreed to let Greyback take him."

"You what?" Harry asked, whirling around. "You had a chance, and just gave him up like that?"

"Well, no, Fenrir wanted him really bad for some reason."

Harry felt sick. What was wrong with these people?

"You're all mad," Harry said flatly, shaking his head and turning away. "Ron was right. You need help."

"Whatever."

"No, not whatever!" Harry said, whirling back around again. "My best friend, who has had as much experience in sex as I did before now, is going to get fucking raped and eaten or tortured or whatever else that sick fuck can find to do with him! Do you understand? Fenrir gets off by biting people and tearing them apart when he's not busy running around as a fucking wolf! He's already messed up Ron's oldest brother quite enough, he doesn't need another Weasley! Much less a fucking seventeen-year-old boy!" Harry clutched at his dark hair, breathing heavily and willing the tears in his eyes to go away. He turned back again, wiping his emerald orbs furiously.

Malfoy stood up from the bed, still naked. He seemed unsure of whether to feel remorse or to tell Harry to shut the fuck up.

Harry punched at the door, ignoring the pain in his knuckles that followed, and put his back to it in frustration. He leaned his head back, willing himself not to cry, not to feel guilty. But everywhere he turned, he saw nothing but hopelessness. The three friends were separated and each dealing with their own horrors alone. They would never get out of here alive. One rogue tear made its way down Harry's cheek without his notice.

He couldn't help but feel even worse when he realized that, not only moments ago, during his own 'rape', he had been telling Draco not to stop. He came twice, and not only received oral sex from his captor, but had been gently prepared and given the luxury of lubricant. Harry slid down the door and sat on the floor, holding his head in his hands in shame.

"Christ Potter, if I say you can visit him after, will you stop bloody crying?" Draco said from across the room. Harry knew he meant to sound his usual snooty self, but his voice wavered a bit.

"'M not crying," Harry said, not looking up. "How do you even know he'll live? What if…what if he…"

"I don't think he will. He seemed to really want…I mean, he wouldn't just use him once and throw him away."

"You mean…he'll do it again?" Harry asked hollowly.

"Well, yeah. Probably several times. But it means Weasel lives, at least."

Harry didn't know what would be worse. Hopefully Greyback proved to be as surprising as Draco was, but Harry severely doubted it.

"I'll go ask if you two can meet after…after Greyback's finished."

"Thanks," Harry said blankly.

"But first, I have to protect my own property. Come here," Draco said casually, brandishing Harry over with his wand. Harry growled when he was referred to as 'property', but otherwise got up and walked over to Malfoy.

He pushed Harry back down on the bed and straddled him gain. For one wild moment, Harry thought he was trying to have another go. But he pointed his wand at Harry's eyes. Harry felt his glasses float away and heard them land on the bed with a slight plop.

"Okay, I'm going to correct your vision. Glasses are bloody obvious for you, you know," Draco said. Harry looked up, confused. Draco's wand was about an inch from his eye. If vision could be corrected, why had no one done this before, or even suggested it? "Oculus Infigo!"

Harry screamed. He clapped a hand to his right eye, reeling in the pain. It felt as if Draco had just peeled a layer of his eye off completely. However, when Draco pried his hand away and shouted "Sanosus!" the pain slowly receded, and his vision in the eye became clearer.

It took much persuading and a good struggle to do the other eye, but Draco finally fired off both spells in quick succession to the left retina and Harry could finally see without his glasses. He blinked at the clarity of everything, slightly amazed.

"Alright, now I'm gonna change your eye color, and maybe your hair color or something, I don't know," Draco said thoughtfully. Harry just lay there glaring, trapped beneath Draco's thighs. He pointed his wand at Harry again, who flinched before stilling reluctantly, and said "Alius Infucatus!"

Harry felt nothing.

Draco tapped him on the head, muttering the same spell, and he again felt nothing. Looking him up and down, Draco nodded proudly and let Harry stand to look at himself in the mirror.

"Wow," Harry said. His eyes, instead of green, were now an icy blue color. His hair was also a sandy brown, but it remained wild and unkempt as usual. He didn't really doubt that that would change. It never did.

"Yeah. People don't usually come in here, but if they do, they won't recognize you from just a glance. You should be safe here for a while," Draco said nonchalantly. He forgot to mention the fact that Harry was sharing the room with a psycho Death Eater who had already stolen his innocence, and would probably fuck him again when he got the chance. "Alright, I'll go ask now."

Draco got to the door and hesitated. Harry wondered why, but knew immediately the moment he unsealed it to walk outside.

The hall was filled with a predatory laughing and growling. Harry thought he could hear pained gasps as well, and realized them to be Ron's. Draco flew out the door and tried to seal it again quickly, but not before Harry's heart shattered into pieces as he heard a short but desperate sob escape his best friend from down the hall. Harry sunk back into the bed, feeling thoroughly depressed as the door sealed again with a light squelch. In a fit of mental rage, Harry silently vowed to hang the pelt of Greyback above his fireplace when this was all over. He would get them out of this terrible place. For Ron's sake.