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Bound and Gagged	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 79942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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In response to the questions by unneeded, this is a quirked fic straying from after The Order of The Phoenix. Just after Sirius’ death, Draco gets his challenge, but only to disable Dumbledore, not kill him. He is successful, but not by his own doing. This chapter will answer a few of these things. Only Sirius, Cedric and the Barty Crouches have died.
I don’t plan to bring any other death-eaters out, unless there is popular demand. This is a WIP, so I’m open to suggestions.
Anybody want to offer some?

Chapter Three: Night Terrors

Lucius slept soundly, but he still dreamt. He didn’t expect to dream, as it was not part of Potter’s orders. But the dreams came and with them visions he’d hoped to never see again.
The dreams he had showed him a deep chamber, and a still body. The child that lay on the chamber floor was pale and weak, being drained of its life by the force that Lucius had set on it. In the dream, it was not the Weasley girl, but his own son that lay on the ground fading out as the Dark Lord drained him of his magic and energy, to regain a life that he’d lost. The man stood near the entrance, waiting for the arrival of the Potter boy, hoping that the savior would still come even though it wasn’t the girl that was waiting for him, dying under the power of the strongest wizard Lucius had ever known.
Potter was late, and Draco grew weaker and closer to death, slowly his heartbeat and breathing failed and the spark of his life floated from his lips, like the kiss of a dementor had taken it from him. Lucius screamed and ran forward, only to find himself making no forward progress. He ran as fast as his legs could go, and still Draco was too far away, the spark floating up from him and his skin getting even paler.
A voice near him, scoffed. “You is too late, Master. Master Draco is being gone.”
Dobby stood there, transparent against the chamber walls, and Lucius screamed at him. “Help him! Go get the Potter boy! Go get your precious savior, Dobby!”
But the house elf shook his head. “Dobby cannot. Dobby is dead, now.” And he faded away.
Lucius found himself alone in the chamber, with only the swishing sound of the basilisk working his way through the plumbing. Tom Riddle’s voice came through his foggy mind. “They’ll all die. Mudbloods, Half-bloods, and even the pure-bloods who stand in my way. I will kill them all.”
And Lucius fainted.
Steel grey eyes blinked open and looked around the room. He jerked up, looking around on guard for the killer snake that was coming. The room was unfamiliar and he was disoriented, but Lucius Malfoy knew he was in danger. He threw off the thin blanket and rose from the bed, searching for his wand and wary of any threats. He found neither and was standing in the middle of the room in only the large sleep shirt when the door opened and Harry Potter came in.
Lucius began to cry, the tears sliding from his eyes as his chest heaved. He choked out a simple, “Draco. You didn’t save him.” Before Harry realized what had happened.
“I did, Lucius. I saved him, and her, and you. But, Dobby was never there. It was a dream, Lucius. It was just a dream, and it’s over now. Come with me.” Harry said, reaching out his hand and taking hold of Lucius’ arm. He led the older wizard out into the hall and down to the next room, where Harry slept. He closed the door and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him. “Sit here. Have you figured out what is happening, yet?”
“The dreams are part of the punishment.” Lucius said simply, the sobs gone, but the tears continuing.
“Yes. Each punishment you receive will be geared toward a specific crime, if possible. Some may be vague, for crimes I don’t know about, but they will be followed by a dream that is meant to teach, cleanse, purge you of the crime. It will be more painful than the punishment in many cases. Tell me about the dream.” Harry coaxed.
“The chamber of secrets . . .” Lucius began and he detailed his dream for his Master in a voice so monotone it was eerie. When he finished, he looked up and saw a concerned expression on Harry’s face. “What?”
“That was bad. He is very important to you, isn’t he?” Harry asked. Lucius nodded. “But, you treated him harshly. You placed him in danger by consorting with Voldemort. You did all that, and to your only son. How could you?”

“I wanted him to be strong. I wanted him to continue on in my place and be a more important man than I ever was. I never meant for him to be in danger.” Lucius said. Harry looked away, pensively and Lucius took the opportunity to test something Harry had said earlier. “May I ask a question?”
“Yes, but I don’t guarantee that I’ll answer you.” Harry said worried by the possible questions the man would ask.
“Will you do this to my child, as well? Is Draco in danger of such visions?” Harry nodded and Lucius began to sob again. Harry reached out and pulled the man closer, cradling him against his shoulder and swallowing the lump in his throat. It was begun, and he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. Snape had warned him of this when they had spoken of the potion. He patted the man’s shoulder and let him cry himself out.

Draco was sitting in the library, staring at the pages of the book he’d chosen, when Harry entered the room. He quickly closed the pages, and looked up. His mind supplied him the knowledge that he wasn’t breaking any rules, Harry had allowed him the privileged of reading and this book was part of the allowed list of reading material, but still he felt guilty, for something. Harry nodded to him and motioned him to follow. Draco rose, placed the book on the chair and shadowed his Master.
Harry stood outside of a room that Draco had not been inside. It was barred to him by a locking spell that warded it from anyone that Harry didn’t bring inside. Draco assumed that it was a practice room for transfigurations or defense spells. He was as far from correct as he could imagine.
Inside the room, there were benches and tables and any array of what could only be called torture devices and Draco felt a wave of panic. He looked back at Harry and wanted to run. He even tried to sneer like he had in school but it came out as a panicked look and Harry shook his head. “Don’t try to leave here, unless I take you out. This is where we will begin your punishment. Draco, we are going to purge you.” Harry said and the blond was suddenly very scared.

Draco tested the limits of his bonds, pulling against them in ways Harry might not notice. He knew how he had gotten here, but was still surprised by the ease of it. He had tried to sneer, to stand up to Potter in the same haughty way he had in school, but he had given up his wand when ordered to, along with his clothes, and accepted Harry’s statement that magic couldn’t be done in the room anyway.
Harry had fastened him to the X-shaped frame and stretched him until his muscles ached. His blond hair hung down over his eyes and sweat beaded over his skin, causing him to feel a chill that raised bumps along his arms and legs. Harry stood in front of him, holding a delicate looking chain and worrying his own lower lip as he decided on his next move. “Draco, do you remember Katie Bell?”
Draco winced as he heard the familiar name. He nodded his head and watched Harry’s reaction. The darker wizard closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, Draco saw a look of irritation in their green depths and he realized he needed to speak. “Yes. She . . . I cursed her. Imperious, through Rosmerta, then had her take the necklace to Dumbledore. There was an accident . . .”
“Yes. An accident.” Harry’s tone was mocking and Draco bit his lip. “She touched that necklace and the curse it gave her was nothing compared to the imperious. She was in hospital for a long time.”
Draco nodded, not knowing what Harry wanted from him. He flinched as Harry advanced on him, carrying the chain in one hand and reaching out to caress the skin of Draco’s chest. His nipple hardened automatically at the touch. Harry’s fingers circled the little nub, pinching it firmly and watching as it turned a soft salmon color. He leaned closer, licking the areola and nipping it gently. “I want you to think about Katie Bell, Draco. Think about how much pain she was in. Think about how long it lasted.” He said, moving to repeat the process on the blond’s other nipple.
Draco fidgeted under his ministrations, wondering how he was supposed to follow those orders while Harry teased at him like that. It filled his mind with confusion, the fact that his master was doing this, in a place like this, and talking about such things. Draco was flushed with mild arousal, which surprised him as he’d never had a sexual thought about another male, at any time in his life. Harry leaned back and stretched the chain between his two hands. In his fingers Draco saw the ends of the chain were attached to two silver clamps, with wicked looking teeth.
Harry reached up and snapped one of the clamps to Draco’s right nipple waiting as the blond winced and jerked from the sudden pain. He released his fingers, letting the chain dangle down Draco’s chest. He pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, firming it up in preparation for the other clamp. When it was ready, he snapped the clamp on and caught the suspended chain with his finger, hooking it and pulling gently. Draco had cried out, this time, and was hissing against the pain that was increased as Harry pulled the clamps tighter.
“Now, Malfoy. What are you thinking of?” Harry asked.
Draco ground his teeth, willing himself to keep silent, but failing as he hissed out, “Katie Bell.”
“Very good. And what about Katie Bell?” Harry continued, tugging harder against the nipple clamps.
“I hurt her. She was in pain. It lasted a long time.” Draco growled out as he flexed his arms and legs, tightened his stomach muscles and tried to endure with the grace and style of a Malfoy.
“That’s the right answer, but I think you need a different attitude.” Harry said dropping the chain and turning away. He crossed the room as Draco released a breath and began to relax. His nipples throbbed in the steel teeth, but otherwise, he was undamaged.
Harry returned with a leather concoction that Draco didn’t recognize, but didn’t like the looks of. He ran his hand up Draco’s thigh, softly caressing the flesh like a lover and patting it gently. “You need to accept the punishment with dignity, but that doesn’t include the rebellious attitude. Now, let’s work on that,shall we?” Harry asked as he unrolled the leather and began the work of installing it.
The main piece was a long tube, open at both ends, with dangling thongs running its length. It was about eight inches long and at one end there was another piece that was two inches wide and looked like a belt. Harry stroked Draco to encourage his engorgement, then slid his penis into the tube, wrapping the belt around his hips and through a metal ring. He brought the ends around and overlapped them at the front. They stayed that way, by some means, and Harry proceeded to wrap the thongs around the tube, tying them tightly along its length. The restriction became more painful as more of his dick was now being bound like a sausage link. When each thong was secured, Harry undid the belt and pushed the wrapped cock against Draco’s belly, securing it with the belt against him. Draco’s balls hung below it and he took them in his hand. Harry rolled Draco’s testicles in his fingers feeling the blond twitch above them and smirking. Draco hissed again as the sensation attempted to send more blood to his penis inside of its restrictive cover. “Don’t fight it, or I’ll have to make it worse.” Harry teased dropping his sack and reaching into his pocket. He brought out a metal ring, like a flattened doughnut, and held it up in front of Draco. “This is a weight. It is intended to train you. When you have the right attitude, I’ll take it off. Until then, I will add more as I need.” Harry took hold of Draco’s scrotum once more and slid one of his testicles into the center of the ring. When it was through, he held it with his other hand, letting Draco feel the weight of the metal before he pressed the other into the opening.
The hole in the weight was big enough for one ball to pass, but with both of them dangling together, it was held secure. Harry dropped it quickly, letting its full weight tug on the blond’s sack. Draco cried out at the pain and jerked against his bonds. “Ahh!”
“It hurts?” Harry asked.
“Yes, it bloody hurts!” Draco snapped, since he had not been ordered not to or even to change his attitude. Harry had only suggested that he should. “Gods, P-Harry, stop this!” He cried.
“Ah, Ah, Draco. That’s not the way it’s done.” Harry wagged a finger in front of the blond and Draco scowled. “I guess you need more.” Harry added, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another weight. He added this to the first and dropped them again.
Draco screamed as his balls were tugged toward the floor. He jerked hard and flexed in his bonds. Harry shook his head and reached into his pocket again. This time he pulled out what looked like a tiny bell, the kind used on a cat’s collar, only larger and more solid looking. It had a jagged clamp on its top, similar to the nipple clams and Harry reached up and attached it to the center of the chain. It added a great deal more weight than it should have, and when Draco had recovered enough from the added pain, he wondered if it might have been magically weighted. For that matter, the doughnut weights seemed very heavy as well, but since he’d never experienced this kind of pain, he couldn’t be certain. Harry poked at the ball weights and sent them swaying, making Draco hiss again.
“Now. What are you thinking of?” Harry repeated noting that Draco’s dick was peeking its purple head out of the end of the sleeve, swelling with blood and surprisingly arousal.
Draco was panting and gritting his teeth, trying to bear the three intense sensations, and words were difficult to spare, “Pain!” he cried and Harry nodded.
“Who's pain?”
Draco growled, then added, “Katie . . Katie Bell!”
“Very well done. I’m going to let you think about her for awhile. I’ll be back to get you for supper.” And Harry turned and left the blond, bound to the X-frame, his cock, balls and nipples begging for mercy.
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