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Finding Draco Malfoy	By : caressedbythorns Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Okay time for Chapter Sixteen! I would like to thank everyone who added me to their alter list, it makes me really happy. On that note if you have any comments please don’t be afraid to speak up I am always looking to better my story and quite a few of the plot twists have been suggested by readers and I love to hear from you all. This chapter deals with some seriously adult subject matter (Read Rape) so please if you don’t want the nitty gritty deatails skip the first like eight or nine paragraphs… the scene ends at the BOLD BR. Thanks so much and once again R&R :D

Finding Draco Malfoy

Chapter Sixteen

The twice told tale

Pansy could feel Grey back pacing back and forth in front of her bed, his heavy breathing rang in her delicate hears and caused her heart to thump wildly beneath her bosom. A low growl echoed in the large chamber causing her body to shake, he was stalking her as if she were prey.

“Pretty, pretty little girl, if you only knew the things we were going to do to you… hmm would you like to know my little morsel?” Grey back taunted laughing at her frightened squeak. “I think I shall tell you, shall I tell you while I show you?” he roared then, jumping on to her plush mattress and mounting her. Pansy screamed and struggled away from the foul smelling werewolf.

His large hand crashed in to her chest knocking the breath from her lungs. “Your Daddy asked me not to mar your pretty little face but he didn’t say anything about the rest of you. So behave or you may wake up tomorrow with substantially more broken bones than you did this morning.” He growled in to her ear as his un occupied hand pulled at the ties to her night gown. Pansy quieted laying as still as she could under the bulky man, he tired of fidgeting with her many ties quickly and just ripped the delicate fabric from her body in one swift move. A gasp escaped Pansy’s lips unbidden and she flinched as Greyback growled his appreciation. Soon his large calloused hands were roaming her body stroking her breasts and thighs, slipping between her legs to feel her wet lips, she trembled but tried to be silent, hopefully he would be gentle if she was complacent.

One of his fingers flicked over her clit, she spasmed with pleasure causing him to growl again and run one sharp finger nail over her breast creating a thin line of blood in it’s wake. Pansy screamed and pulled back automatically, but was stopped by a sharp pinch to her nipple. “I wouldn’t try that again little one or your Daddy’s rule of about not biting you may just slip my mind.” Grey backs growling voice informed her as he pulled her nipple hard causing a sharp aching throb in her breast. His snarled smile was suddenly very close to her face and his long wet tongue pushed in to her mouth.

Greyback tasted like decay and blood, it was all Pansy could do not to vomit in to his acerbic mouth. As his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth she felt one of his fingers digging in to her opening with a renewed vigor, feeling the barier that was still raised between him and her innermost cavity. A low growl once again echoed from his chest, this time it resonated in to her own and Pansy felt as though her entire body was shaking. Then he swiftly pulled away while turning her face down in to her down filled pillows, she tried to gasp but it was muffled by the silk and good down shoved in to her mouth. Then he was gone, not frome the room, no Pansy could still hear his heavy breathing, the heaviness of his foot falls, but for a moment she had a reprieve from his touch.

“You have been such a bad girl little one, you fight me and taunt me with your innocence. But don’t worry we will make it all right, you will beg me for mercy before the night is out, and we will take your sins out of your flesh.” Grey backs deep booming voice informed her as she felt the sting of a whip bite in to her bare ass.

Pansy cried out in pain and tried to move away only to be grabbed up by the beast. “No, no, no my pet you aren’t going anywhere, maybe you need to be collared like the bitch you are hmm?” he asked scathingly throwing her down on to the bed face first and once again mounting her. “But we cant damage that pretty little neck, what a shame your Daddy really does know how to put a damper on my fun. I suppose we will just have to be happy with tying your wrists to keep you still then.” He growled the last part in to her sensitive ear and bit down hard on the lobe drawing blood. Pansy felt her wrists being forcefully shoved above her head and the sound of metal clinking as Greyback pulled a pair of handcuffs out from somewhere and attached her to the ornate cast iron head board that adorned her large bed.

“Now little morsel you are going to spread those long supple legs as wide as you can, or I’ll do it for you and dislocate one in the process.” Greyback stated moving back off the bed, Pansy sobbed in to her pillow but did as she was bidden spreading her legs until her toes touched either side of the bed. “Good girl, now up on your knees a bit, so your ass is in the air for me.” His sentence was punctured with a sharp pinch on her ass.

She complied using her elbows as leverage. Pansy felt so exposed and it took all of her strength not to clamp her legs together as tightly as she could. The room was quite then except for Greybacks heaving breathing and the occasional sob she couldn’t stifle.

Then after what seemed like hours Grey back struck, the first blow of the whip landed between her ass and entrance and immediately she felt a small trickle of blood and a stinging wound materialize, she gasped and her legs shook with the effort of keeping them open to the abuse. Again he struck this time hitting between her ass cheeks and again on her upper thighs. He continued like this working from her most private of places out to the bottom of her thighs over and over until she was trembling in agony and calling out pleas for mercy. Finally the whipping ceased, leaving her exhausted and terrified of what was to come, her wrists ached and the lower half of her body stung and throbbed as if it were one giant wound.

“You are suck a whiny slut.” Greyback snarled grapping her cunt and pinching her clit. “You can’t even follow basic instructions like a good bitch, you even have a gall to beg for mercy. You are nothing but a whore to be played with, you deserve nothing less brutal than what I have given you and you will not get the mercy you so badly want acting like this,” he shoved a hand beneath her and grabbed hold of her breast, he compressed it in his hand causing a great shot of pain to wring threw Pansy’s body.

“I am going to flip you over and fuck you while I whip your breasts you slut, and you are going to thank me, every time you make a sound that is not a gracious thank you I am going to add five lashes on to the end once I’ve finished.” He stood and flipped her over causing her wrists to bend at an odd angle, he undid the cuffs then and through them to the side smiling down at her with glee. “Your father has instructed that you should orgasm while I am inside you tonight so before we go any farther you are going to drink something for me, if you do it without complaint I will place some of the blows on your chest and stomach instead of directly on to your breasts.”

He whispered with a manic sort of glee, he grabbed a pink glowing vial from beside the bed and brought it to Pansy’s lips. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth obediently allowing the sweet smelling liquid to run down her throat, immediately she felt the effects of the potion her body warmed, the pain dulled to an ache, her clit began to pulse and her breasts seemed more sensitive than ever. She groaned as Grey back ran a hand down her torso and rubbed her lips and clit lightly exciting her to moan in ecstasy. She was so ashamed of her bodies reaction even though she knew it was not her fault, a flush of shame spread across her face and down her neck causing Greyback to laugh uproariously.

Pansy cringed and looked at the dark canopy over her head praying to a god she did not believe in for help. Quickly Grey back was upon her once more spreading her legs apart and caressing her breasts, she could feel the weight of the whip as it rolled to rest against her torso and shuddered as she felt the large leather knots at the end, she was thankful the metal of the last whip was missing.

Suddenly she felt Greybacks manhood at her entrance and she tensed in anticipation of pain. She was not disappointed Grey back was large and he ripped her from the inside, he shoved all the way in, in two thrusts and did not wait for Pansy to adjust. But soon she was moaning in pleasue as the potion once again went to work causing the pain to translate in to pleasure she was writhing beneath him and Greyback was growling his pleasure to the room.

She then felt the harsh sting of the whip on her chest and cried out in agony, she wanted to hate it, she wanted to sob in pain but the potion turned her pain in to even more pleasure and soon her entire body was warmer than she had ever known it to be, suddenly she spasamed and orgasmed.

Greyback laughed in triumph and continued on fucking her throwing the whip to the side so he could pound in to her with all of his might. She orgamed again and again weeping in shame as her body betrayed her. Finally after nearly twenty minutes of this relentless cycle she passed out. The rest of the night followed in a blur of faces, fucking and pain.

BR

It was cold, and dark, Pansy didn’t know she could feel this defeated , the brunette curled her naked body in on it’s self caressing her bruised thighs. She ached all over, and it felt like her head was going to split in two, it felt like the torture had lasted all night, the bed around her was soaked in blood the sheets clung to her skin in a wet sticky mess. She heard the click of a lock somewhere across the vast darkness that was her bed room. Soon the floppy ears of one of her house elves came in to view. Mitsy was carrying a small bowl of water and a clean rag, another smaller elf walked behind her carrying new sheets and a clean dark blue ball gown.

“The mistress wishes to see you Miss.” Mitsy squeaked, bowing low and making the water slosh about in the bowl.

Pansy nodded and attempted to pull the soaked sheets from her exhausted body, “You will help me wash, I don’t think I am up to it.” Pansy said wincing as the sheets pulled at her bare skin.

“Of course Miss.” Mitsy replied shaking her head, large ears flopping with it.

Pansy sighed as her abused flesh was wiped with the warm water, and the wet sheets were taken away, one of the elves now filling the room lit a few candles casting a warm glow over the familiar room. She could almost pretend that it had all been a bad dream now that the sheets were stripped and her body no longer reeked of blood and cum. But the constant ache between her legs and throbbing from the various wounds on her extremities and back reminded the brunette that not only was this real, it could happen again at any moment. She stiffened again and refused to let herself relax in to the normality of having her hair brushed and her corset tightened by the elves. Her mother wanted her, her salvation may yet be in sight, Lady Cassandra Parkinson doted on her only child, and she never missed a chance to save her some hardship. Lord Parkinson was a hard man and had not taken kindly to lacking an heir, it was an open secret in their family that her father took lovers, he said to was to attempt to produce an heir, Pansy was sure it was to destroy her mother’s self esteem. The brunette had always known her father disliked her, he made no attempt to hide his feelings in private, but what had happened last night had been unprecedented, he had handed her over to the Death Eaters… he had joined in himself. Pansy felt a tear slip down her cheek and hurriedly wiped it away, she had to be strong for her mother.

Pansy stood and let the soft taffeta caress her skin as her dress was paced over her head, the first thing she noticed looking down at the opulent fabric was that her bruised wrists were almost the same shade of blue. Shaking her head she arranged the three quarter length bell sleeves in to a cascade just above her wrists, the delicate lace trim caressed her bruises and hid the many lacerations covering her bicep from view. Turning in place Pansy considered her image reflected in the full length mirror, she was paler than usual, and her lips were kiss bruised, but otherwise you could not see any exterior signs of her harrowing night. Her dark hair was swept from her face in an intricate braid hiding the small bloody bald spot where one particularly sadistic Death Eater had taken a fist full of her hair.

Pansy smoothed the pleats of her voluminous dress and followed Mitsy out of her room. The walk which took them down four corridors and two stair cases ended some minutes later on the first floor of Parkinson Manor in front of her mother’s personal sitting room. The stark white of the sitting room had always bothered Pansy, it seemed cold even with a roaring fire in the large marble grate. Lady Cassandra Parkinson sat perfectly still in a plush velvet arm chair situated halfway between the door and hearth; her long black hair was pulled in to a intricate quaff atop her head and her crystal blue eyes took in the sight of her only Daughter with what Pansy new to be horror. She had never seen her mother look at her with something less than Jubilation, this new emotional turmoil made Pansy wary. Her mother stood with grace, and waved a hand to dismiss Mitsy, the elf bowed herself out and closed the heavy doors; Pansy stood stock still staring in to her mothers sorrow filled eyes.

“Oh Pansy baby.” Her mother’s voice whispered as she flung her arm wide.

Pansy flung herself forward faster than she had ever moved and snuggled close to her mother’s chest, weeping in relief. She was safe now.

“It was so horrible mother, so primal and there were so many of them! I hurt all over and I must have lost a pint of blood.” Pansy sobbed as the two women lowered themselves to the floor still embracing. Her mother made soothing noises in the back of her throat and squeezed Pansy tighter.

“Oh my beautiful girl, we must leave this house. Your father has terrible things planned for both of us the likes of which will make last night pale in comparison.” Cassandra whispered close to her ear.

“I have instructed Mitsy to bring your things to a muggle hotel not far from here, there you will meet Lady Zabini she will take you to her estate until Albus Dumbledore can be contacted. You must tell the order everything you know about the manor Pansy.” Cassandra finished with a broken sob.

“Why are you talking like this mother?” Pansy asked terrified.

“Pansy your father has a strong binding spell on me, it was a precaution after Lady Malfoy escaped… if not for his distraction this night you too would be bound to this manor.” Her mother finished tears running down her pale cheeks.

Suddenly Pansy felt a small object being forced in to her hand as her mother’s body was thrown from her, Pansy felt the all too familiar pull at her navel and with one resounding shrieking “no!” she was landing in a posh hotel room hundreds of miles away from her home and her mother.

BR

Harry was sleeping peacefully for the first time in days when a loud obnoxious knocking on his bedroom door. His green eyes blinked blearily and he just stared for a moment at the now constantly shaking door. He could barely hear Blaises’ urgent voice calling him over the racket. Standing Harry shuffled over to the pounding door, and turned the handle, immediately he was assaulted with an arm full of a very flushed Draco and the sight of an irate Blaise. Harry stumbled a bit under the wheight of the blond man in his arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Can I help you two?” He asked keeping his fatige just under the surface, something had obviously upset his friends.

“Harry it’s horrible they hurt here and her mother is stuck and what are we to do?” Draco exclaimed pulling out of Harry’s arms and pacing the hallway.

“Umm… who… what?” Harry asked trying to get a better feel on the situation, Blaise grabbed hold of Draco to halt his pacing and Harry gave him a nod of thanks.

“Pansy Parkinson, she and her mother were attacked in their home tonight, the attack was sanctioned and participated in by Lord Parkinson. Pansy has escaped and is with my mother, Lady Parkinson is trapped in Parkinson Manor bound there by a ward. Pansy wishes to join us here and requests that we save her mother from the Death Eaters.” Blaise finished looking at Harry with pleading eyes.

“Can we trust her? What if this is a trap set by Lucifer?” Harry queried wincing as Draco’s face fell.

“Of course we can trust her, Pansy my have written my father about our friendship, but that was to save her mother, if Cassandra’s life is on the line Pansy will not turn against us.” Draco almost shouted, it was obvious that he was still greatly hurt by Pansy’s betrayal.

Harry nodded and turned to go back in to his bed room. “I’m going to dress, you get everyone up and have them meet in my room, we need to plan somewhere we won’t be over heard by our visitors.”

BR

The night was encroaching upon her, she was sure a monster was lurking in her armoire. Her little blond head was barely visible over the volumes of fabric that made up her bed linen, she peeked her pretty blue eyes over the comforter and let out a little scream. Her mother was floating high in the air outside her window, the woman’s hair was red with blood and her mouth was limp in death. The shadowy figure that had been thus far hiding in the shadows as Pipa coward kreeped towards her bed, it’s pasty skin and red slit eyes causing the little girl to scream once again. A dark smile crept over the monsters face, it leaned over the small child and whispered a barely audible, “Well hello Pretty” before ripping her from her bed. Pipa Gregory was five years old, terrified and most certainly a muggle.

BR

Severus cringed as his mark burned with a vengeance, he was in the attic sitting with a precarious patient. In his hand he held a neglected potions digest opened to the same page it had been since he opened it an hour before. Poppy was fast asleep a few cots away and her gentle breathing made the room feel much more tranquil that he thought was possible with the searing pain in his arm. He was unsure of what he should do, normally he would go straight to Albus when his mark was active, but after what happened at the ministry… he was unsure that anyone would care what Albus said. It seemed his only choice, as much as it made him cringe, was to go to Potter about this news.

BR

Pansy curled in to herself and wept for her mother, she knew the evils her father was capable of, the evils Greyback would so lovingly administer. They were brutal animals, they had no compassion, and felt her mother was worth no more than a whore. Lady Zabini hugged her close and rocked slightly as they reclined on an overstuffed chaise, and waited for the Order of the Phoenix to fire call. Pansy was sure Draco would help her, no matter how upset he was with her decision to write his father, we would never leave her mother to this terrible fate, never allow Blaises Mother to endanger herself to care for Pansy.

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