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Dragon in a Snake Pit	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Charlie/Draco Views: 10885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Dragon in a Snake Pit
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A/N: Thanks to Lori for all her hard work beta'ing this for me. I'd say Draco is OOC in this, but Charlie is perfectly in character (lol, not that it's hard since we don't know a whole lot about Charlie's character anyway, but this is how I imagine him).

Warning: This story will contain mentions and flashbacks of rape. Please, do not read if that will be an issue for you. Thanks!

Charlie knelt in submission before the towering man. Through the ginger waves, Draco could just see the side of the Charlie's face. He was calm, stoic, and entirely unafraid. Despite the fact that he was a Weasley, Draco felt a bit of admiration.

"I am to believe that you, a Weasley, a blood traitor, have come to offer your services to my… cause?"

Draco could understand the Dark Lord's confusion. Sure, Percy had pledged himself to the Dark Lord months ago, but it had nothing to do with actually siding with the Dark Lord, and everything to do with Percy's desire to rise up in ranks. Percy wasn't moving along fast enough in the Ministry to suit him, so when the Dark Lord took over the ministry, Percy saw his chance for advancement, and jumped on it. Charlie, though… Charlie was a different matter altogether. Even though he was seeing it, he could not believe this strong, brave, noble man would bow before anyone.

"I wouldn't be the first, would I?" Charlie asked.

A dark laugh rang through the dining hall; Draco had to force himself to stay in his place. The urge to cringe couldn't be ignored and he was relieved when no one noticed.

"No, you wouldn't. Your brother speaks highly of your abilities as a dragon handler. He also claims to have complete faith in your desire to serve. However, I find myself wondering why I have need of a dragon handler."

"My Lord, I have come bearing gifts in hopes of proving my loyalty. Just outside the wards are three dragons I have obtained for you. I also have information regarding Harry Potter's whereabouts."

Draco knew he had never seen the Dark Lord so pleasantly surprised.

"McNair, Malfoy Senior, I would like for you to go confirm Weasley's claim. Weasley, you may rise. You will join me for a private conference."

Draco hurriedly lowered his head, lest he incur the menacing man's wrath, but the Dark lord swirled past him without so much as a glance. He'd just released a quiet sigh of relief when he felt those horrible red eyes burn into the top of his head.

"Ah, young Draco. You will remain here. We still have your ownership to consider." With that threat hanging heavily in the air, Draco was left alone to ponder his predicament.

He bit back the sob that tried to escape his trembling lips. He pulled himself up as straight as he could in his kneeling position. He was a Malfoy. He would not be broken. He took comfort in the knowledge that he would never again have to share his Lord's bed, but the thought of whose bed he might have to share terrified him.

He'd given his body to the Dark Lord just last night, and he still ached from it. He could still feel remnants of the lunatic's seed seeping from his body, and if he thought about it too much, he's stomach tried to rebel. Even worse was the knowledge that his parents had willingly handed him over to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord only used pureblood virgins to fulfill his carnal desires - pure of blood, pure of body. Once their innocence was lost, so was their appeal.

Now, just like Pansy and Blaise, he'd be handed over as a gift for whomever held the Dark Lord's favor at the moment. He'd tried to imagine a way he might get out of this situation, but he was well and truly trapped. He could only hope that his new Master would be unwilling to share. Flashes of Blaise's battered and bleeding body being passed around flooded his mind.

Was it better or worse now that his father had lost favor with the tyrant? Draco was still undecided. On one hand, they weren't treated well by the others, and were openly ridiculed. On the other, Draco's innermost fantasies of leaving and joining the other side didn't seem as blasphemous.

The Manor had always been a rather gloomy home, but now it was positively dark, foreboding even for Draco, who had once loved his home. Very few candles were ever lit as their Lord preferred the darkness. The few candles that burned now cast ominous shadows over the walls, and failed to penetrate the dark corners of the room. The Manor was almost empty, and the rooms that were in use were kept at an almost unbearable temperature because of the snake that slithered from room to room. The air was thick with the heat from the blazing fire, but the tile under his knees felt cold. The floor beneath him felt almost slimy and he had to wonder when it had last been cleaned.

The door was suddenly banged open and Draco dropped his head downward once again.

"We will investigate your claims on the boy's location. While we are doing that, you will remain here. If your information is correct, we will welcome you into our folds." Said the Dark Lord.

Charlie nodded just as McNair and Draco's father reentered the room.

"It is true, my Lord. One is a Norwegian Ridgeback; We are unsure of the breeds of the other two."

Wisely, Charlie chose not to provide the information until it was asked of him.

"The other two, Weasley?"

"Hebridean Black and Ukrainian Ironbelly."

"Ah, yes. Those will serve nicely. Are they tame?"

Draco didn't need to see Charlie's face to know that he was smirking.

"What good is a tame dragon? Turn those three loose and get out of the way. The destruction will be brilliant."

Draco could practically feel the Dark Lord's approval.

"Charlie Weasley, I would like to present you with a gift worthy of the gift you have bestowed upon me. However, all I have to offer are the services of my newest recruit. Draco, rise and acknowledge your new Master."

He wanted to scream in protest. He was a fucking Malfoy. How could anyone think him unworthy of a Weasley? It was the other way around. He was waiting for his father to defend him, but was unsurprised when the indignation wasn't forthcoming. Resignation once again overtook him. He slowly lifted himself from the floor, and he nodded his head once, still not looking anyone in the eye.

"Oh, yes. He will do nicely. Is he mine, or will there be a requirement to share?"

Draco's heart dropped at the leering quality of the question, but he couldn't help but be at least a little excited at the prospect of not being passed around like a whore.

"You may do with him as you see fit for as long as you reside here. My most humbled servant will show you to your room."

Keeping his head lowered, Draco turned to show Charlie to their quarters.

He didn't know what he had expected when he walked past his father, but he had expected something. Instead, his father let them leave, without even acknowledging his only son.

Once they were behind the closed door of his childhood bedroom, he took four deep breaths, and raised his head to meet the eyes of Charlie Weasley. When he did, he couldn't help but notice how attractive the man was. His flowing red hair framed his face and Draco's fingers twitched when he thought about touching it. He had striking blue eyes that should have looked out of place in a slightly weather worn face, but they added just a touch of gentleness to otherwise hard features. Draco couldn't tell if he was sporting a dark tan, or if his freckles had taken over, but it was aesthetically pleasing either way. Charlie had strong, muscled arms that dangled from broad shoulders. His torso was thick and obviously fit. Denims obscured Draco view of the man's legs, but they were just tight enough that he could see firm thighs and the promising bulge that indicated the man was well endowed. All in all, Draco decided that sleeping with this man would be no hardship - as long as he wasn't malicious.

"What can I do for you?" He tried to sound demure, lowered his eyes in respect, and allowed his lashes to flutter.

"Drop the act, Draco. Strip."

Okay, so the man didn't want sweet and innocent. Maybe he wanted confident and sexy? Draco's head snapped up and he locked eyes with Charlie as he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Seriously, I'm exhausted, so I'm going to need you to hurry this up." Charlie's impatience was obvious, and Draco had no desire to anger a man who was surely going to bugger him in the next few minutes, so he ripped his clothing off as quickly as possible, leaving his pants on. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to get completely starkers.

After he'd divested himself of most of his clothes, he moved to lay on the bed, but Charlie stopped him.

"Where do you hurt? I see several bruises, but do you have any injuries that aren't visible?"

Shocked by the amount of concern he heard in the man's voice, Draco could only respond with, "Huh?" and stare blankly at Charlie.

"Internal injuries, Draco. Have you been harmed inside?" He waved a hand in the direction of Draco's arse. Still confused, Draco could only shake his head. How did Charlie know about that?

"Hold still, then, and I'll take care of what I can see." Charlie raised his wand and months of terror caused Draco to automatically flinch, squeeze his eyes shut, and brace himself for the pain.

"Draco? Open your eyes. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm going to heal you." The soft tone of the man's voice somehow evoked a feeling of trust and Draco did as he'd been bid. It was still a little unnerving to have a wand pointed at him, but when he felt the warm tingling that indicated healing, he sighed contentedly.

"There, that should do it. Are you sure that's it?" Charlie asked patiently.

"I'm quite sure, why would I be hurt elsewhere?" Of course, he knew why, but he wondered how much the older man knew, and how he knew it.

"I know you've been raped, Draco. It's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing you did wrong. If you need more intense healing, I can promise you that I am capable of it."

His throat was suddenly dry and he hated the way he croaked his next questions, "How? Who told you?"

"Suffice to say I have my ways. It's also rather common knowledge that the bastard likes his victims young and innocent. He wouldn't have so freely offered your company if he hadn't already taken what he wanted."

Draco wanted to lash out. Inside he was screaming at the humiliation of having someone else know about that. He couldn't even think that word. Besides, he had gone willingly. He had submitted straightaway, because if not… Well, it would have been much worse. At least this way, he could say it hadn't been against his will. He hadn't been taken advantage of, he'd simply given in to the inevitable.

He trampled the urge to kick and scream. Charlie seemed sympathetic, but Draco didn't feel pitied - which would only make him even more irate. He nodded at the older man and eyed the bed with trepidation. Surely the only reason Charlie had healed him was to fuck him. Moments ago he'd been fine with that, but now couldn't climb into bed with someone who knew how dirty he was.

Not for the first time since the night before, he felt bile rising in his throat. He ran for the loo and was almost there when the first of his dinner landed wetly on the floor. Getting his head over the toilet, he wretched again and again, until there was nothing left. Once the contents of his stomach had been emptied, he dry heaved several more times before he was able to catch his breath.

Resting his head on the cool porcelain of the rim, he tried taking calming breaths in an attempt to settle his still clenching belly. He looked for the mess on the floor, but it was already gone. No doubt Charlie found him rather disgusting right now. Hell, he was disgusted with himself.

After a few minutes, he felt a little better and tried to raise himself up on shaky legs. He almost collapsed immediately, but he was caught in big, warm arms and held tightly. He didn't know if it was meant to be comforting, but it was the closest to being comforted he'd gotten in years; so, he let himself relax against the hard body behind him.

"We need to get you in the bath. I was just coming to start your water. Here, sit down." The redhead lowered the lid and helped Draco slide down onto it. Charlie handed him a glass of cool water, and Draco quickly rinsed his mouth, spitting into the basin beside him.

"No, please not a bath, I… I haven't been given a chance to… wash since then and I need…" Charlie held up a hand and nodded.

"Hot shower it is. Will you be able to stand by yourself, or will you need help?"

Draco eyes went wild and wide, and he shook his head vigorously.

"No! I can manage." He didn't think he could handle being close to a naked body right then, not if he was given a choice.

"I didn't mean to… I meant just to keep you steady, Draco. I wouldn't try anything. I'd even keep my clothes on."

Draco considered and decided against it. He was still a little weak, but thought he'd be able to bathe himself.

Charlie started the shower and stepped out into the bedroom to give Draco his privacy.

"Just yell if you need anything."

Noting that the door was cracked, but mostly closed, Draco stripped out of his pants and stepped under the hot spray. He lathered his hands and started scrubbing thoroughly. No matter how many times he lathered and rinsed, or how hard he scrubbed, he still felt so nasty.

The water was too cool, so he bumped the heat up and set to scrubbing himself viciously with his nails. He had to get it all off; he'd take the top layer of skin if it came to that. He scratched and clawed for a while until it hit him where he was the dirtiest… his arse.

Gathering up as much soap as he could on his hand, he reached back to clean himself and hissed in pain when the suds touched his sore arsehole. He hadn't lied to Charlie, his insides felt fine, but his hole felt like churned butter. He pulled his hand back the first time, and noted without much surprise, that there was blood on it. That wouldn't do. He was still so fucking dirty. He applied more and more soap, grinding his teeth in agony as he inserted two fingers, trying desperately to clean inside of himself.

"Draco!" The water was shut off. Draco jerked his hand away from his bum and yelped in surprise.

"I'm… I'm sorry… I was just… I'm so…" He felt the tears coming, felt the first tremor of his lower lip, heard his first sob, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Those arms encircled him again and without hesitation, he buried his nose in the soft fabric of Charlie's shirt and let himself cry.

A/N: The next few chapters are written, and will be up in the next few days! Much love!
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