Original poster: sakaim Title: Sectumsempra Animi Chapter: 3--Fantasy Author: </a></b></a>sakaim Word count: 5008 (this chapter; over 15K overall) Warnings for this chapter: Ginny abuse, blowjobs. <3 Storysummary: Draco Malfoy seeks revenge on Harry Potter for Sectumsempra byuse of a forbidden love potion. Harry is desperately infatuated withDraco, who exploits his newfound power to control and torture hisgreatest archnemesis.
Draco’s silver eyes were half-lidded as he drew close, his litheform pressing flush against Harry in the full-sized bed tucked away onthe second floor of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry’s heart waspounding in his throat as Draco’s hands slid sensually up from Harry’sarse to his lower back, his fingers pulling the hem of his shirt up andaway from the skin so his fingertips could trace tiny circles justabove his tailbone. “I could stay right here forever,” Draco breathed,his mouth pressed right up against Harry’s ear, and Harry moanedshakily as he felt his body giving in to Draco. “You like when I teaseyou, don’t you, Harry?”
“Say it again,” Harry suddenly chokedout in a quavering whisper, green eyes wide with want. “Call me by myname again, Draco...” Draco never called him ‘Harry’, never had, and sothe whisper of it against his skin sent desperately aching shivers downhis spine. He felt Draco shake his head, his lips brushing againstHarry’s neck, and Harry’s mouth opened as two pale fingers pressed tohis lips and then inside his mouth, probing his tongue. His tonguecomplied and swirled around them, tasting sugar and a hint of lemonfrom their evening tea, and when Draco’s fingers disappeared from hismouth and made their appearance suddenly known sliding back the hem ofHarry’s sleeping pants and wrapping around the base of his pulsingcock, Harry whimpered and pressed their foreheads together.
“Harry,Harry...” Draco whispered Harry’s name with every movement of his handin Harry’s underwear, trailing kisses down from the hollow of histhroat towards his bellybutton. The black-haired boy rolled onto hisback and spread his legs and he felt his pants being pulled off, hiships arching up instinctively as he felt Draco’s luscious lips sucklingon his jutting hip. The was the lightly alarming sensation of Draco’steeth scraping the pale flesh, of neatly-manicured fingernails findinga special spot to the left of Harry’s scrotum that just undid him, andhe knew the moment that Draco’s wet, slutty little mouth latched ontothe head of his dick that he was not long for this world. “Come for me,Harry...Come all over me...”
Harry did not to be told twice. Hiships jerked suddenly off the bed and he yelped into Draco’s palm, whichwas suddenly over his mouth, and he kissed it madly as Draco pulled hiscock from his mouth and let him come all over his face and neck,messing up that pretty hair and––
Harry jolted awake in theearly hours of the morning with a strangled yelp just as he felt a hotburst of sticky moisture erupt in his underwear. “Fuck,” he whispered,his hand immediately shooting to his erection and squeezing it with ahitch of his breath before he fell back onto the mattress and gaspedfor air. He half-expected to turn his head to see Draco lying besidehim, blond hair spread out over the pillow in fitful early-morningsleep, but the bed was empty. He opened his mouth to groan to himself,but he found that he did not even have the strength for that. Hegrabbed his wand from the bedside table and flicked it at himself,nonverbally casting a cleaning spell before he forced himself to sit upand plant both feet on the floor.
Four days had passedsince he and Draco had had sex in Draco’s room...At least, Harry likedto think of it as sex. Technically, he knew, he and Draco had justgotten off together, but he certainly felt as though his virginity hadbeen taken. His arse was still incredibly sore from the unlubricatedforced entry of the leather rod into his most intimate of places, so hehad been limping all over the house ever since. Not even Ron had askedquestions, and he had the sneaking suspicion that Draco had left theSilencing Charms off of the room when they were making such a racketduring their sexual escapades. Wincing, he rose to his feet and strodeshakily to the wardrobe, his finger popping into his mouth as heconsidered which outfit out of the old, dusty wardrobe would impressDraco the most this morning.
Whenever he made his waydownstairs to the kitchen dressed in a plain black t-shirt and denimtrousers, however, he was disappointed to find that Draco was not atthe table. His face fell slightly, though he was careful to school hisexpression so he just appeared tired. Barefoot, he padded across thekitchen floor and pulled back a chair, smiling at Mrs. Weasley, who wascooking at the stove. “Good morning, dear,” she greeted with a smallsmile, though Harry knew that he saw worry lining her brow. He crossedhis legs at the ankles and swallowed hard, nervous for someinexplicable reason as she placed a glass of orange juice in front ofhim. “How did you sleep, Harry?”
“Fine,” he muttered into hisjuice glass, which magnified his voice in the nearly-empty kitchen. Hetook several deep gulps before setting the glass down and resting hischin on his forearms atop the table, suddenly regretting coming down soearly. Mrs. Weasley was shooting him strange looks that made hisstomach flutter uncomfortably, and he found that he wanted Ron to showup in a flurry of morning energy. Ron was absent, however, and so whenMolly placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him then sat down inthe chair to his left, he took a deep breath and vowed to tell hernothing. “Yes, Mrs. Weasley?” he inquired in a tone he hoped was asjovial as he had intended.
As if on cue, Arthur appeared inthe kitchen and sat across from Harry, leaning forward and glancing athis wife, who nodded. “Good morning, Harry,” he said with a yawn thatbetrayed the fact that he had been up all the previous night. “I seethat Molly was about to get started without me. We wanted to ask you,Harry...Well, I mean to say––” He cut himself off and looked awkwardlyto his wife, his freckled hand resting tensely on the tabletop. Harrywanted nothing more than to get up and run in that moment, but he heldback, clenching his jaw when Arthur carefully avoided his gaze.
Mollysighed and rolled her eyes before she reached over and took one ofHarry’s hands. “Harry, dear, we’ve become quite concerned with theMalfoy boy,” she said quietly, as though Draco were waiting justoutside the door to the kitchen and spying on them. “He’s been rathermalicious towards you especially, and I know, dear, that you try to seethe good in everyone––” Harry snorted loudly. “––You do, Harry, andit’s a wonderful quality, but we thought we heard you begging for...formercy the other night, and you’ve been limping, and we wonder if maybehe didn’t hurt you? Did he do something––”
“No.” Harry wasshocked at the conviction in his voice as he pulled his hand away fromMolly’s. “He hasn’t done anything to me, Mrs. Weasley. I wholly trusthim with my life and the lives of those around me, and I think everyoneelse should, too,” he whispered groggily, wishing that he was back inbed, though with Draco curled up in his arms. “He’s a good person, Mrs.Weasley. Malfoy––Draco––is different in his thinking, yes, but hedeserves a second chance from everyone, I think.”
Arthurgave Molly a strange sort of look before he cleared his throat alittle. Harry looked genuinely unabashed by the thought of Draco, andhe knew that the two had been getting along quite well in the recentweeks, but he had not expected anything like this. “Well, Harry, aslong as you are okay...I mean, this is your house, but you know thatMolly and I have your very best interests at heart. If there’s anythingwe could do at all to help you...Perhaps the, er, meetings you had withDumbledore last year could shed some light––”
Harry shook hishead firmly and stared resolutely down at the table. He was reluctantto make eye contact with most people now, if only for the sake ofOcclumency. He was also paranoid that they would see inside of him, seethe images running through his head of his and Draco’s tryst a fewevenings previous, and that was certainly the last thing he wanted hispseudo-parents to see flickering across his eyelids. “I’ve told youbefore,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the grain of the tabletop,“that what happened last year is between Dumbledore and me. Ron andHermione know, and Draco will know, but no one else can have any ideawhat’s going on. What if the Death Eaters got hold of you? They coulddiscover my plan that not even Voldemort knows about, and I’m nottaking that risk.” He could see the looks of disbelief on their faces,and he knew that they had not appeared because of the fact that hewould not tell them, but because he was to reveal the plan to Draco.
“You’ll tell Draco?” Mrs. Weasley asked sharply, a hint of fear in her eyes now. “Harry, you know he’s a––”
“If I believed him to be a Death Eater, Molly,then I would not permit him in my house!” It was the first time Harryhad ever called Mrs. Weasley by her first name, and it dropped from histongue like venom dripping from the snake’s fang. “At any rate, Draco,Ron, Hermione, and I need to make a visit to Gringotts this week. It’surgent, and we need to go alone.” He, Ron, and Hermione had beendiscussing Hepzibah Smith for several weeks, and the three haddetermined that the best course of action was to go to Gringotts anddemand to see her vault in order to verify whether or not her ‘prizedpossessions’––Ravenclaw’s and Hufflepuff’s artifacts––were still inthere. It was, Harry supposed, a great place to start looking for theHorcruxes, and they needed to start soon. The sooner the Horcruxes werefound and destroyed, the better for everyone. “So will you alert theOrder? Let them know to be on alert for my signal?”
Molly lookedas though she wanted to argue, but Arthur rested his hand on hershoulder and smiled before giving him a nod. “Of course we will, Harry.”
Ginnywas furious. Her parents had informed her three days ago that Harry,Ron, Hermione, and––to her great horror––Draco would be doing somethingtop-secret at Gringotts, and she had not been invited! Having growntired of stomping about with no one paying her any mind, she decided ona new course of action and turned to hurry up the stairs and down thecorridor at the top, which ended in Malfoy’s room. This part of thecorridor was not lit well at all, and it gave her the creeps in thebest of times. Now that she was heading there for a sordid reason, itseemed even darker, and she felt her heart pounding in her throat asshe lifted her hand and rapped sharply on the polished door. There werefootsteps inside, a pause, then the door swung open to reveal Malfoy,looking quite tired with bags under his eyes and a red robe sherecognised as Harry’s wrapped around his waist. “Oh, look,” he purredsilkily, and he leaned against his doorframe with an air of hubrisabout him. “It’s the baby weasel. Come to gaze at what you’ll neverhave, Weasley?”
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Ginny hissed, and shelooked around to make sure no one––especially Narcissa Malfoy––was notaround to hear her. “You need to clear off. Harry’s been completelydifferent ever since you got here, and we’re all sick of you actinglike you own the place!” It was true—Draco had acquired quite the strutin the past few days, and Ginny was sickened by his display. He waslike a horny male peacock, and she needed to knock him down a few pegs.
Draco’seyes skirted over the youngest Weasley’s body, and he gave a littlesneer at her second-hand robes and face filled with freckles before hestepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind himself with asoft click. He knew what this sound would do, and sure enough, he heardheavy footsteps in a closed room down the hall, and he smiled at Ginnybefore leaning in very close to her. “Harry wants me here, Ginevra,”he stressed to her, and he leaned even closer. “And I daresay he wantsmore than that with me, so why don’t you poke that bulbous little noseof yours into someone else’s business?”
An unmistakeable look ofscepticism overcame Ginny’s face, and she cocked a sassy eyebrow atMalfoy. “He wants you here, does he? I seem to recall him throwingquite a fit when he walked in a few months ago and found you here. Whatpossibly could have changed in that time, ferret? You certainlyhaven’t...” She heard the door behind her open, but instead of turningaround, she found herself being seized by Malfoy and drawn quickly tohim. She noted in the split second’s pause that Malfoy had the flatteststomach she had ever felt, then her lips were being forcibly violatedby Malfoy’s and she froze in horror. His lips were much too harshagainst hers, and she saw through outraged, wide eyes that he was notlooking at her at all, but over her shoulder. Fire kindled in herchest, and she found strength somewhere deep inside of herself to shovehard against the blond’s chest, but he held fast to her a moment beforeshe felt a hard grip on her upper arms, and she was ripped from thekiss painfully by callous hands.
Harry heard Draco’sdoor close in the hall, and his heart leapt into his mouth. Draco wasjust outside the door, in his hallway! His feet hit the floor with ahard thump, and he moved swiftly across the room to press his earagainst the door. Yes, Malfoy was definitely outside, but there wassomeone else with him, too, and he recognised Ginny’s voice. He made aface as she realised that she was insulting Draco, and he wanted morethan anything in that moment to walk right out there and punch her fortalking to Draco like he was somehow beneath her. Yes, that soundedlike a perfect idea! He seized the doorknob and twisted it, pushing thedoor open before stepping out into the corridor and seeing, horror ofhorrors, HIS Draco being kissed against his will by Ginny! A furyunlike any Harry had ever known bubbled in his stomach, and he sawcrimson as he strode over to the pair, seeing a plea for help inDraco’s gorgeous silver eyes, and he grabbed Ginny’s arms just beneaththe shoulders and jerked her away from Draco.
“What the fuck,Ginny?!” he growled, his eyes consumed with rage, and he pushed herhard against the closest wall. He saw fright in her eyes, but it didnot register with his brain for some reason, and he pressed close toher, his finger pressing painfully into the middle of her chest. “Whatthe fuck are you thinking?! Leave Malfoy the hell alone!” His voice wasdripping with venom as he poked her hard in the chest again, sparkingthe sudden swell of tears in her eyes.
Her gaze darted backand forth between Harry and Malfoy, who was now striding over in hisrobe to stand beside Harry. She, who had been in love with Harry for solong, did not miss the subtle shifting of Harry’s weight to his rightas Malfoy came to that side, and she certainly did not miss the suddenpossessive presence of Malfoy’s hand on Harry’s opposite hip. “Yeah,Weasley,” Draco drawled nastily, and to her surprise, Harry melted intohis arms, looking possessed as he indulged in placing his hands onMalfoy’s chest and back. The blond had the audacity to look pleased,and Ginny wanted to hex him, but she was paralyzed with shock. Shewatched Harry’s green eyes flicker to Draco’s face in almost reverence,and she knew that something was horribly wrong. “What’s wrong? PreciousHarry not in love with you anymore? How tragic…”
Ginny found itin herself to tear away then, running down the corridor withoutchancing a glance back at them. Harry looked into Draco’s face andshook his head a little, his hands sliding forward so his armsencircled the blond. His heart was hammering loudly, being so close toDraco, and without even thinking, he leaned in and pressed the softestkiss to Malfoy’s lips. The potion throbbing in his veins caused him tolose control of himself at that moment, and he was suddenly pressingMalfoy up against the wall, his hands divesting him of the Gryffindorrobe wrapping his pale frame. Draco’s pale eyes widened in surprise asPotter molested him, his rough hands sliding all over his bare chestand back, slipping lower with every passing moment, and he felt hisdick stiffen as a probing tongue violated his lips and pressed into hismouth.
God, this felt wonderful! Every dream he had about Draco,every moment’s passing thought, was nothing compared to actuallytouching him, kissing him and pressing closer. He felt Draco becomearoused, and he hungrily broke off the one-sided kiss before droppingto his knees right there in the middle of the corridor of theHeadquarters for the Order and pushed the robe to either side ofMalfoy’s hips. He eyed the bobbing erection with a whimper, and hehazarded a glance up to Malfoy’s face, which was mildly surprised butnonetheless entertained, and he shot him a seductive grin beforewrapping his mouth around the cock before him.
Draco’s kneeswent weak. He had certainly not anticipated this reaction at all, buthe was certainly not complaining. He leaned heavily back against thewall, his legs spread wantonly as Potter’s right hand slid up cup histesticles and massage them gently while his mouth—his hot, dampmouth—fucked itself on his prick. He could hear conversations in a rooma few doors down and Mrs. Weasley bustling around in the kitchen at thefoot of the stairs, but he did not suppress a moan of satisfaction asHarry’s knuckles pressed into his taint and sent a shiver based at hisprostate up his spine. His hands tangled in Potter’s unruly hair andgripped it tightly as they balled into fists, and he pumped his hips inrhythm with the other boy’s mouth as he felt himself nearing completion.
Harryworshipped the cock in his mouth with his tongue, mapping every velvetyfold and bump with care and awe. His left hand lifted up, and he buriedhis fingertips in the tight blond curls at the base of Draco’s penis,and he committed the texture to memory a moment before Draco thumpedhis head hard against the wall and yelped with pleasure. A salty warmthflooded into Harry’s mouth, and he moaned gently, swallowing the thickliquid before beginning to lick the remnants from Draco’s twitchingcock, but there were footsteps hurrying up the stairs, and Draco shovedhim back before tying the robe around himself and disappearing into hisroom, all colour drained from his face.
It was only Mrs.Weasley, coming to make sure that Harry was all right. “I heard…Well,nevermind,” she said with a smile before she moved forward and helpedHarry to his feet. “Be careful of the old floorboards, Harry…” Henodded to her before casting Draco’s bedroom door a longing look, buthe knew that Draco would not surface again, and he followed Mrs.Weasley downstairs.
Ginny was sobbing in Hermione’sarms, shaking her head when the older girl asked what was wrong.“It’…It’s nothing, Hermione,” she choked out, but she was overtakenagain by tears, and she buried her face in Hermione’s neck. Ron andHermione had been sitting together discussing plans for Gringotts whenGinny had burst in, tears streaming down her face, and for five minutesthey had been completely unable to do anything about it. Hermione shotRon a pleading look before pushing Ginyn back slightly and taking herby the shoulders, but Ginny winced and cried out softly in pain.
“Ginny,what’s happened to you?” Ron asked, bewildered, as he came over andlifted the sleeves of her Muggle t-shirt. Yellowish skin glared back athim—the beginnings of what would be spectacular bruises, and Ronpositively bristled at the sight of them. “Ginny, what the hell? Whodid this to you?” He kicked into protective mode and seized the part ofher left arm that was not bruised, pulling it up and inspecting inclosely. “These look like fingerprints, Ginny! Was it Malfoy?!”
“N-no,”she whispered, “but he…he KISSED me, then Harry…Harry…” She gesturedtowards the arm Ron held captive and broke down again. An expression ofshock overtook Hermione’s face, but Ron simply looked utterly outraged.
“Harrydid this to you?!” he snapped, and he stamped his foot hard on thewooden floor, glaring at Hermione. “Goddamnit, Hermione, what the hellis going on with him? Last year he was fucking in love with Ginny, andnow…Now he’s hurting her! What the hell is he thinking? I tell you,something’s fucking wrong!” Ginny nodded her tearful agreement fromHermione’s shoulder, and, in that moment, Harry opened the door andwalked in, a look of indignation painted across his face.
“Ormaybe I’m just not comfortable about finding her accosting Draco in thecorridors. She was forcing herself on him, like some…some tramp!” heexclaimed, his presence so sudden yet instantly filling the room.Hermione looked affronted, and Ron looked as though he might punchHarry as he strode over to him and seized him by the shirt collar.
“Wheredo you get off bruising my little sister?!” Ron snarled, and Harryrolled his eyes a moment before shoving Ron back away from him andgoing to sit on the bed in the room. He pushed up his sleeves andkicked off his shoes before leaning against the wall and sneering. Ronwatched him, aghast. “You can’t honestly believe that Ginny kissedMalfoy…”
“I saw it!” Harry huffed, irritated. “And damn it, I’mnot going to stand around and watch him be violated like that! Hewasn’t enjoying it, Ginny! He was begging me for help!” But it did notseem as though Hermione and Ron were listening to him anymore. Theywere staring, transfixed, on his wrists and ankles, and he cocked aneyebrow at them. “What?” he asked, following their gazes to see that hehad revealed the myriad of bruises on his joints from being tied uplast week. They were still an angry green-black, and he wondered for amoment with a smile on his face whether Draco had cursed the bruises tobe long-lasting. It would be just like him. His heart fluttered in hischest.
Hermione cleared her throat a little, looking troubled.“Harry, we thought we heard someone screaming last week, but…but itwasn’t like a scared screaming or…or anything,” she muttered, clearlyembarrassed. Ron had not seemed to have caught on yet, and he wasgiving Hermione a strange look. “Harry, if it’s not what I’m going toask you, it’ll sound really weird, but don’t get mad. Erm…Did someonehave you tied up?” She gestured to the bruises, and Harry covered hiswrists almost protectively from her gaze. She frowned and heaved aheavy sigh. “Yes, then. Was it Malfoy?”
Ron had caught on now,and he looked utterly horrified. “Don’t be stupid, Hermione,” he saidquietly, seriously, and he tried to meet Harry’s eyes, but the otherwould not look up at him. “Harry, tell her she’s being thick. Like youcould ever let Malfoy do anything like that to you, especially in yourown home…It’s laughable, isn’t it, Harry?” He tried to give a few shortlaughs, but Harry still did not look up. Ginny was staring at Harry inhorror as well, and she did not notice as Hermione eased her out of herarms and went to the bed. She sat down at Harry’s feet and lifted histrouser leg before gasping quietly. The bruises were not thin—itappeared as though the ropes had been wrapped around Harry’s legseveral times—and there were several impact bruises on his shin.
“Leaveit, Hermione,” Harry commanded seriously, and he pushed the leg of histrousers back down. He did not like looking into the freaked-out facesof his best friends or the hurt eyes of his ex-girlfriend; he wouldmuch rather have been back in Draco’s room, curled up in bed with himand kissing. As his friends began to fuss over him, yelling at eachother and him in alarm, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sinkinto that blissful world where Draco was his love and they wereinseparable. Draco would come in here and push everyone away beforeseizing Harry’s hands. Harry would grin and stand, ignoring everyone’sprotests as Draco pulled him from the room, his beautiful smile meltingHarry’s heart, and they would flee the Headquarters and into the nighttogether. It did not matter that it was only late August—it was snowingin Harry’s world—and Draco would initiate a childish game of chasebefore Harry caught up to him and whirled him around, pressing close.“Je t’aime,” Draco would whisper in his ear in French, and the twowould laugh before indulging themselves in a kiss unrivalled by anyHarry had received before. Harry smiled to himself and sighed deeply,content.
It was obvious that their words were bouncing right offof Harry, and so Ron, Hermione, and Ginny frowned and left the room,fully intending to have a talk with Molly. If anyone could talk somesense into him, she could.
Draco knocked quietly onhis mother’s bedroom door and smiled as she opened it, allowing her sonentrance. “Hi, Draco,” she whispered, and she closed the door after himas he strode into the top-floor bedroom. Narcissa Malfoy stayed hiddenin the Headquarters more often than not, more comfortable alone than inthe company of men she had been trying to kill for so long. She had toadmit, she enjoyed Mrs. Weasley’s company more than she hadanticipated, but she despised most of the Order members flocking in andout of the house at random intervals. “Your father sent us a letter tothe post office, and my niece picked it up for me while she was intown.” She was, of course, alluding to Tonks.
“Father?” Dracoasked, and he settled himself in a comfoetable armchair resting by thewindow of his mother’s bedchamber. He took the letter as it was offeredto him, and he unfolded it with a small smile.
Narcissa and Draco,
I hope the both of you are well. I heard talk that the two of you fledinto hiding immediately following the headmaster’s death, and while Iwish I had been able to see my son’s moment of greatest triumph overDumbledore, it seems as though I will be here for a while. I apologisefor my absence.
I am not sure how I feel about the two of youhiding from the Dark Lord. While I understand that there was potentialdanger for you both, I feel that he would have been merciful, for thedeed was done and our plans can now commence without meddling from theold fool. Speculations of the reason you fled are running wild, butthere is no pattern between the stories, and so I am writing to ask youmyself what your motives were.
As for life here, it is as dullas it has always been. Without the dementors, it is not unbearable, butthe guards—a team of Aurors that are as rude as they could possibly beconsidering I funded much of their training—are right gits, honestly.When I break out of here, it won’t be a moment too soon.
My regards, Lucius
Dracofrowned and refolded the letter before handing it to his mother.“Snarky as ever, I see,” he sighed, and the unhappiness on his face wasquite apparent. Narcissa frowned and placed her hand on his shoulderwith a slight nod.
“You can’t blame him, Draco…He’s tired ofbeing locked up. I can’t say I blame him. He feels very left out of ourflight, though if he knew where we were…I shudder to think what wouldhappen. He would try to disown you, divorce me…It would be the end ofthe name ‘Malfoy’ for me, I’m afraid…” There was distinct sadness inher voice, and Draco lay his hand atop hers. “But we have more pressingmatters, Draco. You have this big secret Gringott’s visit…What’s thatabout?”
Draco shrugged and stared blankly out the window overLondon. “Potter’s got some crush on me or something and wants me tocome with him, the Weasel, and the Mudblood. It sounds thrillingreally,” he snorted, and he frowned up at his mother. “What should Ido?” He had to keep up appearances, after all. If Narcissa knew that hehad forcefed Potter a love potion to bend him to his will…Well, hisfather would have been proud, but not Narcissa. She would have beenfurious.
The blond woman frowned deeply and looked out thewindow as well. “You must not get caught up in such trivial matters,Draco. We have much more important concerns, like…well, surviving.”Draco supposed she would have been right, had the situation beenappropriate.