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Platinum and Diamonds	By : diananed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Images In a Pensieve

I'm doomed... Looking in the mirror and taking in the image in front of me, it is the only phrase that comes to mind. I'm soooo doomed.

He closes his eyes when I kiss the spot behind his ear, and he gets lost in the sensation. The way his body fits aligned with mine makes my eyes sparkle with desire.

"You are so beautiful," I whisper in his ear, and in that moment, he opens his eyes, and I feel his breath stop.

Oh, no! Please don't smile!... Please don't sm... Please d...

He smiles... and he blushes... and he lowers his gaze still smiling shyly, and I... can't think straight anymore.

Have I mentioned that I'm doomed...?

The funny thing is that he has no clue of what he's doing to me. Or has he?

He's a Slytherin, and with a Slytherin, you never know. Well... he's not the same person he was in our fifth year, but he is healing. Slowly healing, but healing, nonetheless.

From time to time I see glimpses of his old self, not many yet, but they exist, making me confident that he is still there somewhere under the debris. Maybe in time, knowing that I am here for him, protecting him, he will feel safe enough that his nightmares will end. And� Who knows? Maybe one day, that shy smile that makes my heart go wild will change into a real one that will light up the room he is in and make my blood boil.

I hope I can keep him safe, and help him recover and move on. I�m not delusional. I know he will never forget what he went through. That will mark both of us forever.

Flashes dance before my eyes while I look at him in the mirror.
At the end of June, Narcissa Malfoy came to no. 4 Privet Drive to see me. I was stunned. Narcissa Malfoy in the Muggle world! When my uncle called me downstairs, I couldn't believe my eyes. Well... I couldn't believe my eyes for two reasons. First: a haughty aristocrat witch was right here in the Muggle world, and second: how did she get here? I was supposed to be safe in my relatives� house (or so Dumbledore said), and yet the mother of my archenemy, the wife of one Lucius Malfoy - right hand of Valdemort - was right here, in my house, with her wand in her hand, and pretty pissed off, too.

"May I have a word with you, Mr. Potter?" she said, looking fiercely at my uncle who took in a breath but didn't say anything. He was, obviously, not pleased with her visit.

I never thought I would say this, but when she turned and looked at me, I had a strange feeling of� safety. For a few seconds, incredible as it might seem, I saw emotion in those cold eyes. Emotion that made me curious to know if the despair I thought I saw was real. So, I accepted and led the way to my room.

"How did you find me?" I asked after we walked in, closing the door behind us.

"Severus," she replied, and after casting a privacy spell, her mask crumbled. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, and she collapsed on my bed.

"Please save him!" she barely whispered, raising her pleading gaze towards me.

"Who? Snape?� I frowned, annoyed.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Draco. Please help my son. Please save him!"
Sections from the definition of �concubine� she made me read were still vivid in my mind: �destined to satisfy the wizard�s sexual desires�, �it is not considered more than an object or a toy�, �it has no rights�, �it belongs entirely to its master�.

However, more vivid were the images I had seen in the Pensieve.

At first, I had been reluctant even to listen to her, but after a while, I realized that I couldn�t say no. How could I refuse a pleading mother? God! All that coldness the Malfoys showed the world... where did it go? It's true, she was a Black not a Malfoy, but being married to one for so many years had taught her how to hide her feelings as well. But then... there in my room, she wasn't Narcissa Malfoy, not even Narcissa Black. In my room she was just a mother frightened for her son� pleading for him� willing to do anything to know him safe.
My lips were dry, and my hands were shaking. I took the vial and poured its contents into the Pensieve.

I looked at the swirling substance, a little unnerved. 'He was his father for Heaven�s sake!' I chanted in my head. �It can't be that bad.'

I was taken aback by the darkness that surrounded me when I sank into the Pensieve, and I remembered Narcissa�s hysterical laughter from the moment she had given me the vial.

Fuck! Was this Draco�s room? And then I heard a soft sob and a chain rattle, and my blood froze. Chains and a perfectly dark room. Terrifying! This couldn�t be Draco�s memory. Could it? Had Narcissa lied to me?

Suddenly I heard a loud pop, and a house-elf appeared with a torch in his hand and a malicious grin on his lips. He looked sinister in the dim light.

�Master sent me to bring you to him.� He grabbed the chain at his feet and pulled. �Move, slave!� he shouted.

My breath stopped when a creature, vaguely resembling a human being, emerged, barely crawling, out of the shadows.

�Hurry! I haven�t got all day!� the house-elf said, pulling the chain again. The harsh tug made the creature stumble and whimper. �Master said I have to heal and clean you before I take you there. Not that I would want to. I like the way you look right now.�

I was horrified. This couldn�t be Draco. Dried blood covered his naked body. Not even a little patch of his white skin was visible. His entire body was one big, ugly bruise. He had burns in some places; deep cuts covered his chest and legs, and the lash marks of a whip were all over his back and arms. The collar and the cuffs were cutting through the skin of his neck, wrists and ankles.

I was staring with my mouth open; I couldn�t process the view in front of me.

The house-elf raised a hand, and Draco began to scream and squirm in pain, and I realized that the nightmare I thought I was in wasn�t a nightmare at all. This� was his memory!

After the house-elf made a complicated pattern with his hand, the dried blood vanished. Thirty seconds or so later, Draco�s injuries began to heal, and in another two or three minutes he looked like himself again, exhausted though, and broken, and� tiny.

�Yes, that will do,� the house-elf growled, and after a loud pop the scenery changed.

�Aahaa! Yes. The entertainment is here!� Lucius said, sipping from his drink and smiling widely.

His cronies applauded enthusiastically. There were five wolfish grinning faces, which didn�t predict anything good.

The house-elf gave Lucius the end of Draco�s chain and left. For a few moments, the Master of Malfoy Manor stared at his son. I turned and looked at him, too. He was on his knees. Tears were falling down his cheeks, and his grey eyes, usually fiery and deep, were dull and red-rimmed. He was looking ahead, at nothing in particular, his gaze hollow. Lucius grabbed his arm and threw him towards the others. He landed in an unmoving heap. They took Draco from where he had fallen and dragged him to the middle of the room where there was a kind of device, a sort of wheel with lots of straps, hooks, cuffs and chains. The gag they put in his mouth, some kind of ball with a leather strap, was tied far too tight, considering his whimpers.

�Crabbe, Goyle, take off his cuffs and lift him on the wheel!� Lucius ordered.

Draco went limp into their arms. They levitated him to the wheel and spellbound his arms and legs spread-eagle. Then, an iron circle was fixed around his waist to hold him in place. He was hanging there with his head bent, and his eyes closed. Tears never stopped rolling silently down his cheeks.

�So, little slave�� one of them taunted. I didn�t know his name. �You decided to play vegetable today? Hum?� He yanked Draco�s hair and his head shot up. �We don�t like to play in silence. Do we?�

�Well, that can be easily overcome. Nott, why don�t you fetch the cat o'nine tails? Maybe its claws will convince him to sing for us,� Lucius demanded. �Meanwhile, Parkinson, tighten the waistband a little.�

�My pleasure!� Parkinson said, and he began to tighten it.

I saw thin red stripes beginning to form under it, and shocked, I realized that it was blood. Shit! The waistband had thorns on the interior, which at this moment were penetrating his flesh, injuring him. Draco was panting, and started to sob softly.

�Enough! Let me handle it! �Accio� cat o�nine!� Nott shouted out from behind Draco, and the whip landed in his outstretched hand.

Parkinson and Lucius took a step back, grinning. Crabbe and Goyle joined them.

The swishing of the whip scratched my hearing. The sound of the leather knots connecting with Draco�s skin made me cringe. Draco�s breath became laboured, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

The cat�s knots bit into his flesh mercilessly. From the third strike on, he began to whimper louder with each lash. I felt tears in my eyes, and I lost count of the blows. At some point, his whimper became continuous crying muffled by the gag.

�Ah! That�s much better,� Parkinson said, and then signalled Nott to stop. �Now� be a good little whore, and scream for me!� He walked around the wheel discarding his robe.

He settled himself behind Draco, and he began to� Oh, no! Was he unzipping his trousers?

I had no time to question his actions. After he had mounted the two-step staircase at the back of the wheel, with one harsh gesture, he grabbed Draco�s hips and forced his cock inside his unprepared hole. I froze. The sound that came from Draco�s throat, despite being repressed by the gag in his mouth, made my hair stand on end. My eyes were open wide, his, were shut tight. His breath was quick and irregular; I realized I wasn�t breathing at all. Scarcely, I managed to take in a breath, to steady myself. It felt like the air couldn�t penetrate my lungs.

After about five minutes or so of merciless thrusts, Parkinson came violently, biting Draco�s shoulder to the bone.

�Ooh! Yeess! Good little whore. Tight and hot. Red fits you! Semen and blood� good combination, don�t you think? Yeess!�

Draco was sobbing silently, hanging there with his head bent in submission. Streams of white and red liquid dripped from his arse.

The meaning of his words hit me like a Bludger. Fuck! He had torn Draco�s pucker when he forced his cock in. I felt an unpleasant sort of ache in my own arse. Could a memory give the one watching it physical pain? It seemed so. In that moment, I had the urge to take out my wand and curse the bastard, but it revealed to me that they were not solid and that everything had already happened. My knees buckled, and I fell in a heap.

�Yes! Nice view,� Crabbe said. �But, you see, it would be nicer if he had an erection.�

�Until now I never saw him having one,� Goyle complained. �Maybe his prick is dysfunctional.�

Ha�Right� This was insane. Was he mad? How could anyone have an erection with that kind of pain? It was ludicrous.

Draco�s head jerked when Goyle squashed his bollocks in his big fist, and he began to scream again.

�If it doesn�t work properly, maybe we should remove it.� And he took a long, thin, sharp dagger out of his robe�s pocket.

I never saw someone�s eyes pop out of their head with fear the way Draco�s eyes did. He was panting uncontrollably, and he began to shake his head frantically when Goyle caressed his prick with the dagger, scratching slightly, just to test its sharpness.

I felt my eyes opening so wide, a �Nononono, he can�t do that!� came more like a growl from my throat, and instinctively I covered my genitals, feeling a ghostlike knife touching my own skin.

Fortunately, Nott stopped him before he could do more damage. I exhaled, somehow relieved, even I didn�t believe for a moment that Draco was completely out of danger. The others looked at him questioningly.

�That would be a bad idea,� Nott said, grinning mischievously. �In your place I wouldn�t punish him just once for offending us like that. I consider denying us the pleasure of refusing to allow him to come a great affront, and I take it personally. If you cut off his prick, it�s final. Have nothing to play with after that. So, I think that making his dysfunctional organ a pincushion would be much more appropriate.�

All five of them began to laugh.

�Brilliant idea! Who wants to play?� Parkinson asked.

�You already fucked him. It�s my turn, so the four of you can play with his prick while I�m on the other side!� Nott said, smiling diabolically.

�Fine. I�ll bring the pins. But, after you finish, is MY TURN!� Goyle yelled while Nott circled the device.

By the time Goyle came back with a set of �pins� that looked more like upholstery needles, Draco�s wrists and ankles were raw, and his waist was bleeding abundantly.

�Oho! Little whore. Stop fighting your destiny,� Nott said, gripping Draco�s hair in his fist, and pulling back hard. �What do you say? Wouldn�t it be nice to hear his voice for a change?� he asked, and he unfastened the gag, throwing it aside.

Draco seemed to breathe better, but the terror in his eyes was tangible.

Crabbe looked at the needles quizzically. �Where did you find those?�

�Well, I had actually found some pins, but I thought they were too thin, and I summoned these from my house-elves� maintenance supplies,� Goyle answered.

�Nice!� Crabbe chose a needle and took a step forward. �No, please� stop�� Draco�s voice was hoarse and husky.

�Mmm�Yeess!� Nott moaned. �I like the way you plead, whore.� And he slapped Draco�s buttocks viciously, ordering, �Plead for me!�

Draco yelled loudly. �P�please� s� stop�� he managed to say through violent sobs.

Crabbe�s grin widened. �He sounds so sweet! But I�d rather hear him scream.�

Draco�s breath quickened. He heard Nott unzipping his trousers behind him, and his tears intensified.
�That can be rectified.� And, being true to his word, Nott steadied Draco�s hips and savagely plunged inside him.

I never knew a human�s cry could sound like that. I covered my ears, and I tried to divert my eyes from the scene, but I failed.

�Ahhh�" Nott sighed. "Such a tight pucker.�

�And it will become even more so,� Goyle said laughingly, watching the lighted flying candle in front of him.

�Yes. When someone is in pain, tends to squeeze one�s arse-hole," Parkinson provided helpfully.

�Right. I think the needle is ready,� Crabbe stated after a short examination of the heated needle that was still hovering above the candle�s flame. �I always liked magical candles. They heat anything in no time,� and he muttered a spell that made the needle approach Draco�s prick at high speed.

Draco glared at the red-hot metal with wide eyes. I knew that the terror I saw in them would haunt me for days. But what won�t let me sleep at night was the wail that followed. It wasn�t human anymore. I had the impression that my heart stopped.

This time, besides covering my ears, I managed to close my eyes, too. I couldn�t look. I wanted to move, but my legs didn�t listen to me.

�Please, please, please,� I pleaded in my head, �Make them stop or let me out of here. It can�t be true. It�s just a nightmare.�

But I knew better.

I took in a deep breath to steady myself and be able to concentrate, and get out of the Pensieve. Instead, I began to gag from the smell. I couldn�t breathe anymore. What smelt so nasty?

In that moment, it struck me: burned flesh. Draco�s burned flesh. Oh� My� God�!
Suddenly, I feel a squirming in my arms, and I hear a little whimper. When I open my eyes, I see Draco�s image in the mirror in front of me. His face is bloodshot, and he is panting. I realise that I have my hand clenched on his waist.

�Oh, no! I�m so sorry,� I say releasing him. �Are you OK? Did I hurt you?�

He relaxes a little, and, still panting, he nods. �Yes. I couldn�t breathe very well for a moment, but I�m OK. Don�t worry.�

I sigh and smile. �OK. Let�s take the collar off, and�� Unfastening it, my eyes search the door. I see what I�m looking for, and my smile widens. �I have a surprise for you.�

�For me?� he asks, looking at me incredulously.

�Yes,� I say, turning him, so he can see the shop�s door.

He stops breathing. I really have to restrain myself from doing this. I don�t want him to die from lack of air because I�m startling him with all sorts of surprises, no matter how good my intentions are.

He looks at me questioningly, fortunately taking in a breath, even unsteady as it is, his eyes clouded with tears.

I whisper, �Go,� and unwanted tears are gathering in my eyes, too. Sappy, but what can I say�

He turns, and almost stumbles in his haste to reach to the door.

�MUM!�

�My baby Dragon!�

They cry, and fall into each other�s arms. I smile to myself and go slowly to the counter.

�Hello!�

�Yes, Mr. Potter. Did you like the collar?� the little woman asks from behind the counter, reaching for it.

I give her the jewellery, and rummage through my pockets for a while. I take out the box she gave me earlier.

�I love the collar, and I would like to buy it. And, if you please, I would like to change the bracelet with a matching one.�

�Platinum and diamonds too, then?� she asks smiling widely.

Of course, she�s smiling. One feels one's head spinning just looking at the price.

I nod, and try to mirror her smile.

�If you�ll wait just a moment, I think I have exactly what you�re looking for.�

While waiting, I turn and look at Draco and his mother. She is caressing his hair, still holding him tight. He is melting in her arms. He has his eyes closed, and he looks happy, like a toddler cradled in his loving mother�s embrace. I feel a pang in my gut. Envy? Jealousy?

I don�t have time to dwell upon the feeling. The seller is trying to get my attention, and she�s got it. She was right. The bracelet is exactly what I�m looking for. After making arrangements for the bracelet�s engraving, we finalize the purchase, and I am off.

No. The feeling in my gut is neither envy nor jealousy. More like sadness. I wish I had a mother like that. I like to think my mother loved me this much. Taking in the view, I realise, I�m happy for them. He really needs someone like that right now. I reach the �happy couple�, and I smile at them, content.

�Thank you,� Narcissa whispers. �You don�t know how much this means to me.�

�I might have some idea,� I say with a witty smile on my lips.

TBC.
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