Third Place - Angst

Harry felt the effects of being near Draco with only taking two steps. He became quite content to be this close to Draco. Even when Draco pushed him roughly up against the wall and ripped his robes and shirt as he pulled them away from his neck. Harry felt Draco's nose as it pushed against his neck and he again felt the warmth of a tongue slide from his shoulder to just under his jaw.

"You're mine, Potter," Draco rasped into Harry's throat. "From now on you are completely mine and will only do what I say you can do. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Draco."

Draco grabbed him by the back of the neck and literally flung him into the room he had previously exited. Lying on the floor Harry saw Draco turn and smile at Hermione and Ron who had obviously just caught up to him.

"Leave him alone, Malfoy!"

"Sorry Weasley. Potter and I have come to an agreement. And part of that agreement is that I can't humiliate him in front of you two. So do be kind enough to run along so that I can fulfill my side of the bargain and humiliate him in private."

"Harry," Hermione called as she stretched to look over the arm Draco was using to bar their entrance. "Harry, please, you can fight this. Think of it like the Imperio!"

"Harry, come here." Draco spoke kindly but his eyes betrayed him. Harry got up off the floor and came to stand beside the blonde. Draco grabbed a hold and pulled Harry in front of him, his hands on Harry's upper arms holding Harry in place. Not that he needed to restrain him in any way.

"Harry," Draco began in a mockingly gentle voice, "tell these idiots where you want to be right now." Harry looked into his friends' eyes. Hermione and Ron were both wearing identical faces full of worry for him and anger at Malfoy. He really hated to see them like that.

"I want to be here with you, Draco." Draco smirked at the two Gryffindors.

"Harry, you don't know what your saying!" Ron yelled.

"Let him move away from you and ask him that, Malfoy," Hermione challenged.

"I could, but like I said, Potter and I struck a deal. Walking away from me was not part of it, was it, Harry?"

"No, Draco."

"You see?" Draco shrugged. "I did not set the terms of the agreement, so address your complaints to him. On second thought, go away and do something more productive like jump out of your tower." Draco never took his eyes off Hermione and Ron as he turned and threw Harry back into the room. He ignored the gasp and swearing that came from them. "Now, if you'll excuse us." Draco stepped back and the door slammed shut on two angry faces. Draco pulled out his wand and silenced the door, cutting short the threats and desperate pleas for Harry to come to his senses.

"Now, where were we," Draco prowled to the place where Harry laid. Harry was lying on his back, propped up on his elbows watching Draco come closer. "Ah yes, I remember now. Stand up, Potter." Harry immediately rose to his feet. Malfoy walked slowly around him and stopped out of Harry's sight. "Strip," came the command from behind.

Harry began taking his clothes off. He paused when he took the school robe off. Draco immediately hit him in the back causing Harry to spill to the floor.

"Get up," Draco ordered. When Harry was on his feet again Draco came to stand in front of him. "When I say strip, I mean as quickly as possible."

"I didn't know where to put my clothes." Harry's voice was quiet and respectful. His eyes were down because he knew instinctually that to meet Draco's eyes would be taken as a challenge. Harry did not want to challenge Draco.

"You may drop them on the floor. You will pick them up later, after I am done with you."

"Yes, Draco." Harry dropped the robe he was still holding and started on his shirt. As ordered he was completely naked within a minute, his clothes strewn about him on the floor. Draco again walked around him but this time made a complete circle. He grabbed hold of Harry's throat and used his wrist to push Harry's jaw up until they were face to face. Harry's eyes were still down.

"Good to see that that scrawny body of yours has filled out a bit. I would have hated it if you were nothing but skin and bones. It is horribly unattractive and you want to be attractive for me don't you, Harry?"

"Yes, Draco."

"Hmm, I wonder if I should have you call me 'master'?" Draco's hand tightened on Harry's throat for a moment. Just long enough to remind Harry that it was still there. "It really would be more appropriate, don't you think?"

"If you wish it, master." Harry felt a strong dislike to using that term, but only for a moment. He quickly wanted to please Draco again at all costs.

Draco chuckled. "Oh that was just perfect. Perfect! But I think you should be on your knees when you say that." Draco kicked out viciously and Harry fell to the ground, his knee hurting horribly. But he still kneeled on it as he spoke.

"If you wish it, master."

Draco grabbed him by the hair and nearly dragged him across the room to a bed that Harry had not seen before. Somewhere in Harry's brain he realized that he must be in the private room that had been set up for Draco. He didn't have much time to wonder about it before he was grabbed and thrown onto the bed. Deep purple was all Harry was able to see of the bedclothes before his thigh was grabbed. He was drug back across the bed and the bottom half of his body fell off of it. Draco took hold of his hair to hold him in place as he was laid over the edge of the bed.

"You're a virgin, aren't you Potter?"

"Yes, master."

"I thought as much. You practically scream it. What? Too good to sully your body, then? Nobody good enough to fuck the great Harry Potter?"

"Only you, master."

Draco barked out a laugh. "Oh, very good, Potter. You always were a fast learner though." Draco leaned down and licked a long path from Harry's lower back to the nape of his neck. "Let's see how fast you learn how to please me, eh? You see, I have fantasized about fucking you since I was old enough to know how to go about it." Draco laid his chest on Harry's back and whispered into his ear. "I wanted you screaming underneath me, begging me. Not in pleasure though. Never in pleasure."

Draco stood back up and reached toward the nightstand. There he grasped a hold of a tube. "Let's dispense with your virginity, shall we? I've some pent up frustration that needs getting rid of."

Harry felt Draco roughly probing at his rear and arched his back to allow easier access. In his mind, somewhere, was a voice screaming that he needed to get up, to get out of there, that what was coming was not going to be nice. But Harry quickly refocused on Draco and what Draco wanted and the voice went away.

Draco's hands went away for a moment and Harry lay still until the hands were back, pulling apart the globes of his backside. Harry felt something start to push against his entrance and then all he felt was pain, excruciating pain and burning as Draco pushed his way in. Even in the midst of his agony, Harry still managed to push back against Draco in an instinctual bid to please him. Draco grunted as he slid all the way in and he leaned over and bit Harry hard on the shoulder. Harry whimpered into the bedcover. Tears ran down his nose and made the material under him wet. Draco pulled back and slammed into him again and again. Harry fisted his hands and tried desperately to block out the voice telling him to fight, to get up and run out of there. He pushed back even harder in penance for the treasonous thoughts. Draco groaned and pulled Harry's head back using his hair. Draco bit him again in the throat and Harry cried out at the pain.

"Yes, that's it," Draco gasped into his ear. "Cry for me, scream for me. Beg me to stop, Potter." His pace and thrusts became more violent, more painful and Harry didn't need the instruction to scream. He cried out as Draco licked at the tears falling from Harry's eyes.

"Please, please�" Harry couldn't tell Draco to stop. He didn't know what he wanted. The voice was still loud but the need to please Draco was so strong. Harry was happy that his pain pleased Draco. It gave him something to focus on instead of the hurting.

Draco pushed Harry's face into the bed and used the back of the dark head to balance on as he took his weight off Harry's back. He grasped Harry's hip cruelly with his other hand. This gave him the leverage to increase the depth and force of his thrusts. Harry couldn't breathe and was afraid that he would suffocate and not be able to pick up his clothing as Draco had instructed, but only a moment later he heard Draco shout and felt warmth flood his insides which soothed the burning agony. Draco's body fell on top of him and the pressure on the back of his head eased so that he could turn his face and take a deep breath.

Harry didn't know how long they stayed there like that, but he began to gradually take note of things other than the deep ache inside him. His nose hurt where the bridge of his glasses had dug in. He could feel a cold draft against the left side of his body and the buttons of Draco's school shirt digging into his back. Draco's hair was just at his peripheral vision and he could see that it was made up of at least three different colors, gold, white and yellow.

"Oh yes, this is exactly what you were made for, Potter." Draco slowly pushed himself off of Harry and back into a standing position. Harry winced as Draco pulled out. "You had better not have gotten any blood on my bed."

Harry stayed where he was until he heard a door open and close and the sound of water running. Slowly sliding down off the bed, doing his best to ignore the pain, he knelt on the floor and examined the bed. Draco would be happy there was no blood. Taking care not to jar his sore knee, Harry slowly stood up, gasping in pain, and made his way to the pile of clothes. As he bent down to pick them up he noticed that there was a line of blood trickling down the inside of one of his legs. Looking back to the bed, Harry saw that he had left a trail of red droplets across the room. After wiping his leg and making sure the bleeding had stopped he kneeled down and slowly began cleaning the floor with his school robe. When he had made his way back to the bed, verifying that the stone floor was now clean, Harry stood up and tried to decide what he should do now.

Leave

The voice was back and very clear. But so was Harry's head and he realized that Draco must have gone far enough away or the water was temporarily washing away the scent before it could reach Harry's nose. Harry, without any trace of pheromone high was calmly looking down at the bed where he had just been abused. This is what he had signed up for; this is what he had thought he could take. But he had believed that he would be under the spell and not have to actually worry about anything. Now he was realizing that he wouldn't be near Draco forever. And he realized that during the violent attack he had tried to fight the spell. Hermione had been right, it was similar to the Imperio curse. It was much stronger but not strong enough to completely blank his mind. He had been counting on that blankness and it had failed him.

Looking about the room in growing panic, Harry realized that he had made a colossal mistake and he had to get out of there, quickly, before Draco came back and put him under that half-spell and hurt him again. His clothes were back on him in record time and he was out the door before the water had stopped in the other room. Harry took off at a run, doing his best not to limp.

Indago - Chapter 13

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