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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 10
- 11
- 12
Part 11

Welcome to my nightmare. Welcome to my breakdown. I hope I didn't scare you. - Alice Cooper

Harry was still naked, sprawled out on the sofa, with Draco straddling his thighs. The blonde had just finished casting a cleaning spell on them and was now looking at him with mild curiosity.

"I'm sorry to ask this, Harry, but... Will you tell me now what they did to you?"

Harry jumped slightly and then sighed. "Why do you need to know, Draco? You know the worst of it. Why do you need to hear all the sordid details?"

"I don't," Draco explained, "but I think you need to tell them. I want to help you, Harry, and to do that, you need to tell me everything."

Harry thought about it for a minute; he couldn't tell Draco everything, he couldn't bring himself to talk about it. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other boy, he did for some strange reason, but he knew that if he tried to explain it, he'd get caught up in the feelings, and he refused to let himself be weak again. He had locked those feelings away in a little place inside mindmind. They would never be gone, but for now, and until he took them out, if he took them out, they would remain there, not affecting his life at the moment. Just as he'd done with the memories of Cedric, and of Sirius. Perhaps it wasn't healthy, but if he didn't do this, he'd never be able to train properly, to learn how to live up to his potential. He'd be locked in a ward at St. Mungo's. Babbling and crying.

He'd shed enough tears in the past two days, it wasn't going to happen again; he was done with crying. It was time move on, to get even, to get revenge. But the look on Draco's face, the sincerity, it made him want to share this experience with him.

"I can't tell you, Draco," Harry reached for his wand, "but I can show you."

Draco went rigid as the memories began to assault him. He had never experienced anything like this before, it was like seeing through Harry's eyes, hearing with Harry's ears, and when y spy spoke, it was as though it were him speaking, only with Harry's voice. And had the Weasel always been that tall?

"Harry! Hurry up, mate. Seamus and Dean managed to sneak a whole case of Butterbeer into the dorm after our last Hogsmeade weekend. They've been saving it for the after-party of this match!"

"Go on ahead then, I'll only be a bit longer. I just have to get dressed and put my gear away."

"Go on! I can walk myself back. I stood up to Voldemort for Godric's sake!"

"If your sure... I'll make sure to save you a Butterbeer. Don't be too long, eh?"

"I won't."

It was a curious sensation to say the least. Seeing through blurry eyes, feeling the unfamiliar, yet all too familiar feeling of glasses being placed on his nose, hooked over his ears. Walking from the locker room, Draco mused on the difference of being in Harry's body - Harry's legs were shorter, his strides not as long.

"Petrificus Totalus."

Draco recognised the voice as being Blaise Zabini. He dreaded what he knew was coming next. Perhaps asking Harry to share this with him wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done. Damn his infernal curiosity!

He felt himself being dragged inside, felt his mouth being pried open and the taste of cotton and broom polish as a filthy rag was stuffed into his mouth.

"Perstringo strictum," Zabini whispered. "Can't have you casting wandless magic at us in your panicked state, now can we?"

Oh no, Draco thought to himself, couldn't have that, could we?

"Get his wand," Zabini ordered. "Give it here, then get his clothes off."

Rough hands pulling at him, tearing at his clothes. Shit, I don't want to feel this! Harry please, I'm sorry I asked! Draco was beginning to panic and then a feeling of calm washed over him, the hands on his body - on Harry's body - felt lighter, as if they weren't there really, just a ghost of a touch and then they disappeared altogether.

"Scream, Potter," Zabini whispered in his ear. "It makes no difference, no one will hear you."

He heard footsteps approaching and then Knott's voice.

"I've got the ropes, and his broom. Where do you want to do this?"

"Back corner," Zabini answered. "We'll tie him to the benches."

Although he couldn't feel it, Draco knew that Harry was being dragged through the room, that his skin was being torn on the rough, cement floor. He couldn't feel Harry's pain, but he could sense his terror. And his anger. And his need to make them pay. It was a powerful feeling, the hatred he felt.

"Hold him down."

He was beaten; severely. He knew this as he felt the impact of each blow but not the pain behind it. He was angered, and he could feel the hatred that Harry felt, like a damn bursting from somewhere deep within. It was a revelation, that he could feel such hatred for anyone. That Harry could feel such utter hatred.

Through it all though, was the voice of Blaise Zabini. Taunting, insulting, infuriating. The things he said to Harry were beyond cruel. Beyond humiliating. Draco hated him now more than ever.

And then, the beatings just... stopped.

He knew what was coming.

"Lubricus."

Draco shook. He felt Harry's terror as if it were his own, the helplessness, the humiliation, the fear of what was to come. Then, it faded; he knew what was happening, what was being done to Harry, but it was as if he were somehow detached from it now. He felt cut off from Harry's mind, his emotions. Like an outside observer.

He heard the dirty things they said, the way they described him. The play by play description of how good he looked on his knees, the vision the others painted of his Firebolt pumping in and out of his rectum. The last thing he heard was Blaise asking him if he enjoyed it.

The vision faded and Draco was back in Salazar's room, sitting in Harry's lap. Harry's arms came up and wrapped around him, pulling him close. He snuggled into the embrace, too shook up to care that he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys did not cuddle.

"Mother always told me that my curious nature would get me in trouble one day," Draco mumbled into Harry's neck as the other boy rubbed his back soothingly. "I guess this will teach me a lesson."

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered. "But it was the only was I could tell you. If you'd rather, I can take it all back, make you forget."

"No!" Draco sat up and looked Harry in the eye. "I wanted to know what they did to you, and now I do. I'm not sorry I asked, only that I wasn't more prepared for the answer. Harry," the blond asked in ser seriousness, "how was it that as soon as things turned nasty, as soon as I began to panic, I couldn't feel anything? Did you do that on purpose?"

"Yes. I didn't want you to feel the pain, just to understand what they did, and how it made me feel."

Draco cocked his head to the side in thought and then climbed off of Harry and began to pace. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was still naked, and that Harry was watching his every move.

"Potter," Draco stopped and looked down at Harry. "If you can do that, block out what you didn't want me to experience, could you do the opposite? Say, increase the pain, the fear, the helplessness? Could you make someone feel everything you felt, only to a greater extreme?"

Harry blinked, and then as he understood, a slow, malicious smile spread across his face. "I think you might be onto something there, Malfoy."

Draco watched as the most sinister expression he had even seen crossed the face of the most innocent boy he had ever known, Or thought he had known, anyway. There were so many layers to this enigma of a young man, and every time he discovered a new one, Draco felt his attraction for Harry increase. To know Harry Potter, to really know him, was something he wanted more than almost anything at the moment. Of course, there were other things he wanted at the moment as well.

Crawling back into Harry's lap, Draco claimed his lips in a passionate kiss before drawing away. "The way you looked just now," Draco spoke in a husky tone, "was so bloody hot, Harry. Merlin, I want you."

Harry didn't answer, just entangled his hands in Draco's hair and pulled him into another kiss.

~!~

The Gryffindor common room was empty but for two students who conversed quietly at the farthest table from the door. The subject of conversation was Harry Potter, and the participants were, of course, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley.

"I'm telling you, Ron, something happened to Harry. He's been acting strange, well, stranger than usual these past few days," Hermione sighed, "and did you see him this morning at breakfast? He had something to do with what happened to Justin, I just know it."

"Like what? It's not as if he was dating the git," Ron scoffed.

"Are you sure? Because he was looking at him like he wanted to throttle him."

Ron chuckled. "Probably did. Y'knew that Oliver and Harry broke up because of him, didn't you?"

Hermione gasped. "Harry and Oliver? And, Oliver left Harry for, for Justin?"

The look on Ron's face was priceless. It was somewhere between amusement, horror, and shock. "Merlin, no! Why would anyone dump Harry for a git like that?" Ron shook his head. "Justin saw them together and really lit into Harry about how wrong it was to be gay, and how disturbed he must be, that kind of shite. Well, Harry being Harry, told Ollie about it and next thing he knew, old Oliver was giving him the "let's be friends" speech. Said he couldn't risk his career for a relationship."

"Oh, poor Harry," Hermione said sadly. "How did he take it?"

"How do you think he took it? He acted like it was fine, like he understood Oliver�s reasons, but inside? Inside he was dying, 'Mione. I hadn't seen him that depressed since just after the Christmas hols back in sixth year," Ron said with a dawning look of understanding on his face. "Since he spent all that time with Charlie."

Ron stood and began pacing. "I never really thought much about it at the time, I was just happy to see Harry coming out of his shell again, but now that I think about it, him and Charlie were practically inseparable the entire break."

Hermione looked up at Ron, "You think Charlie and Harry were dating?"

"Dating?" Ron scoffed. "Hardly. Charlie doesn't date, 'Mione, he conquers. The bloody prat took advantage of Harry; I swear to Merlin when I see him again, I'll pound the daylights out of him! No bloody wonder Harry hasn't wanted to come back to the Burrow for a visit."

"Do you," Hermione started and then ducked her head. "Do you think Charlie was his first? Maybe that's why he sunk into such a depression when he broke it off?"

"I'm betting on it, 'Mione, Harry would have told me if he'd done it before that. My own brother," Ron groaned. "No wonder he never told me."

As Ron slumped back into his seat, Hermione took his hand and squeezed it lightly. "It isn't your fault that your brother is a cad, Ron. I doubt that Harry blames you for Charlie breaking his heart."

"I know, but I feel like I let him down."

"You?" Hermione practically screeched. "I didn't even know he had dated Oliver, let alone your brother, or that Justin had said those horrible things to him. I don't feel like I've been a very good friend to him at all the past year or so."

"Me either," Ron replied. "So, what do we do to make things up to him?"

"Well," Hermione said somewhat hesitantly, "I suppose we could start by accepting his relationship with Malfoy."

Ron groaned and thumped his head on the desk. "How did I know you were going to say that?"

~!~

Draco walked into the Slytherin common room looking well and thoroughly shagged. This of course raised a few eyebrows but no one dared comment on it.

"What?" Draco snapped as he took in the room�s occupants. "It's not like you've never seen me come in after a date before."

"No," Pansy replied, "but it's not like you to date outside of your own house, which I know you did, as all of the senior Slytherins are here and it's above your station to go trolling in the junior ranks."

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. "Well, seeing as I've already had every Slytherin worthy of my attention, and found them... lacking," at this he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as several people in the room spluttered and turned red in their outrage - including Pansy. "Is it any wonder I've moved on to more challenging prospects?" he finished.

"Now, if there is nothing else, I'll be going to bed."

Draco waited for a moment, buen nen no one spoke, he turned on his heel and made his way up to his room. He wasn't entirely comfortable with being here, but staying away would have brought up too many questions and he didn't want to raise suspicion as to his whereabouts, or who he was spending his time with.

After changing into his pyjamas, Draco placed every locking charm he could reme on on his closed bed-curtains, and then set a few detection spells as well. Once he felt he was as safe as he could be given the circumstances, he drifted into a sleep filled with dreams of Harry Potter saying wicked things to him in Parseltongue, just as he'd done earlier that night.

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