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Crushed	By : K8BNimble Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning – this is dark and graphic. And while no one dies – there is no happy ending either. Written for Next Gen Dark Fest so it is Dark. See detailed warnings below.

Word Count:   15,488

Pairing(s): Scorpius/Harry, Harry/Ginny, hints of unrequited Snape/Harry, hints of Lucius/Snape. This is a Scorpius/Harry story although Harry & Ginny are married.

Warnings:   Age disparity, Violent Rape, Rimming along with other non-con sex, physical and verbal abuse. Note: AU in that Scorpius is “of age” in whatever country you are reading this so if that means 7^th years are 18 – so be it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - either the fandom or the any of the characters. It's owned by J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic and Warner Brothers. I make no money on this.

Summary: Scorpius has the wizarding form of sexsomnia. Too bad neither he nor Professor Potter are aware of this when the Professor is late for supervising a detention and Scorpius has fallen asleep in his office.

Author/Artist's Notes: The curse mentioned here is related to a real medical condition known as sexsomnia which is what inspired this piece– having sex while you are asleep. Sufferers have no idea they’ve done this and it can lead to very destructive behaviors. The Wizarding form I’ve envisioned is far more extreme. This is very non-con and I expect rather “triggery” for those who are sensitive to the topic. I have very specifically tried to not romanticize rape at all and so it is graphic and ugly. I actually had a hard time writing some of the sequences and cried as I wrote them.

This was written for the Next Gen Dark Fest and so it is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Many thanks to my wonderful beta – meglw0228 who did a great job in lightning fast time!!

Crushed

Scorpius yawned. He wondered where Professor Potter was. He was sure Professor Potter told him to be there at 9:00 pm since they were going out to pick moonflower blossoms which had to be picked in the full moonlight. Scorpius had now been in the office for over twenty minutes and his Professor was nowhere to be seen.

He’d already snooped around the office several times, eyeing the pictures of Potter’s family waving at him. He ignored James and Lily but laughed over the images of Albus making faces at his siblings. He frowned at the number of times that red-headed harpy of a wife of his appeared. He both loved and hated that Harry Potter seemed like such a “family guy” and actually in love with his spouse of too many years. ‘She didn’t deserve him,’ he thought and then quickly suppressed a surge of jealousy.   It annoyed him that he wasn’t quite over the crush that had started in his third year. He’d tried to put it behind him but every now and then an ugly thought rose up and reminded him of how hurt he’d been when he tried to get his Professor’s attention but all he got was treated like a slightly favored student. He knew now how immature he had been but it didn’t make the pain any less real when he was dismissed at the time.

Ignoring the rudeness of his actions, he looked through drawers he had no right to – but it was the usual assortment of quills, scraps of parchments, the latest edition of “Quidditch Weekly”, and the odd knut or two. He found a post card from Neville Longbottom from some far off locale where he and Luna were gathering exotic seeds. A locked drawer Scorpius helped himself to with ‘Alohamora’ revealed nothing more than unmarked student exams.

Scorpius had half hoped to find some evidence of a secret life in those drawers. Dirty magazines, old love letters from a secret beau, sex toys – but if Potter had those secrets, he didn’t keep them in the office.

Disappointed, he turned back to the shelves of photos, books, awards and odd jars. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine him standing next to Harry in the photos. His imagination sometimes got away with him. Professor Potter had been his first male crush. He had realized his admiration for the man went beyond normal and skirted inappropriate. He had always known realistically there was no chance with the man but he still dreamt of it. Now, seeing all those happy, shiny pictures made him long for things he didn’t have.

It wasn’t just the handsome charm of the man himself that captured Scorpius’ attention. It was the way he genuinely cared about his students and his family. The warmth he exuded with everyone was so vastly different than his own family. Scorpius loved and respected his father but in a more distant way. He knew his father and grandfather loved him in their own way but they were cool in their outward affection as if somehow it would be a dishonor to show affection towards your children. Their family matched their homestead. The Malfoy Manor was a cold, sterile monstrosity of ego and Scorpius disliked going home to it. Too many years of Malfoy “tradition” had stomped out any sense of individuality of the house and of his family. He wanted something else.

Potter’s office was warm and cozy, full of overstuffed furniture and a couple of afghans in a mish mash of colors were draped over the high-backed leather sofa. He liked it. The room felt like Harry. Scorpius felt like he would be content if he could just curl up inside it and stay there forever.

He shook his head at his own rambling thoughts. He really needed to grow up. He was now of age and considered an adult. He thought maybe he’d ask Sean Creevey on a date just to jump start his own social life. He’d put it on hold long enough to finish his studies and wondered if that’s why he still fantasized about his Professor. A new face might change that.

He was rummaging through the various bottles, books and other items in the office as his mind wandered. He picked a colorful jar and opened it to smell. It had a sweet, overpowering lilac scent. Looking at the label, he read, “For warding off doxies”. Scorpius thought any smell that sweet would ward off anything but bees and ants.

There was a small bottle tucked behind it. Cracking the lid, he could smell the cologne Potter always wore. It was intense and musky with hints of patchouli and vetiver. It was very earthy and appealing. Thoughts of the Creevey boy disappeared instantly as scent memory conjured up his Professor yet again. Scorpius loved this smell. He had always tried to get close to his Professor just to smell him. This bottle had a small hand written label: “Mythic Conqueror – a cologne that’s as unique and mysterious as you are.” The small print indicated it was a custom cologne made in France that was personalized for Harry. Scorpius knew of the perfumer as his Grandfather also patronized him – though his scent was far more cloying. A small note card, yellowed with age sat behind the bottle. It read, “For my husband – I hope you enjoy this as much as I know I will. Ignore the corny name – you know I didn’t pick it. Love, Ginny.”

So, the harpy had a custom scent created for Harry. Scorpius half thought he wanted to smash the bottle and yet – the scent belonged to him, to ‘Harry’. He wore it. Scorpius associated this smell with him. He poured a little bit out and put it on his neck. Then after a moment, put a dab on his upper lip, just under his nose so he could get a good whiff. It smelled wonderful. It brought back memories of trying to get a little closer as the Professor demonstrated the wand movements of a particular spell, of feigning misunderstanding just so the man would stand behind him and take his arm to simulate the correct movement. Scorpius smiled at the thought of all the wanks those moments had inspired over the years.

Thirty minutes had now passed.   Obviously something had held his Professor up but he really didn’t want to go back to the dorms. It had been a busy day. The Slytherins had to scrub down the entire Gryffindor Tower by hand after playing a practical joke on that house. Scorpius had an additional detention as it had been his suggestion to add the taffy to the mixture which caused it to stick to everything. It had been awful trying to clean it and he didn’t want to hear his dorm mates’ complaints.

Instead, he saw a small book of poetry lying on the shelf. He grabbed it and decided to lie on the couch. The fire was still roaring and Scorpius assumed that his Professor used “Everburn” logs which were charmed to burn until you decided to turn them off. He figured he could read for awhile in the hopes the Professor would arrive soon.

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Albus was reading in bed, the words becoming blurry before him. Runes was a boring subject but he had to study for the exam the next day. He rubbed at his eyes and tried to refocus. He hoped Scorpius was already prepared. It annoyed him that his dad had given such a late detention. Albus was having a hard time staying awake and it was his turn to ‘babysit’ tonight. He hoped he wouldn’t be needed, but if he was, he needed to be alert.

He looked at the clock. 9:30. He thought it would be at least until 11:00 or so before they would be done harvesting the moonflower. Cleaning those stairs was exhausting.   He wondered if he should nap a bit before Scorpius returned? Maybe they could study together then. Scorpius seemed to understand Runes better than he did he thought sleepily. His eyes felt heavy. A little nap – just enough to be refreshed. He rolled over to set the alarm and realized it was missing. ‘Damn Hendricks! He’s always borrowing ours!’ Albus decided to just keep reading but after another few minutes, the words blurred again and the book fell to the floor.

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Harry was exhausted. He’d just left St. Mungos where Mrs. Weasley was now recovering. When Ginny had called earlier that evening, they’d both been frantic. Arthur had found her unconscious in the kitchen.   He was glad she was now stable but it frightened all of them. He hadn’t wanted to alarm the kids yet until they knew what was going on. It was now just after 11:00 pm so he decided he’d wait until the morning to tell them their grandmother had been diagnosed with diabetes and had fallen unconscious with low sugar. Just because they were wizards, didn’t mean they couldn’t suffer muggle maladies. She would be fine once they got her under control.

Normally he wouldn’t have bothered coming back into the office but he realized he had left some papers unmarked and needed to finish them before the morning classes. He’d told Ginny he’d just kip on the couch in his office that night as she was staying with her father. He promised he’d talk to the kids after breakfast and bring them to visit Molly later in the day.

As he was walking back through the darkened hall of Hogwarts, he remembered the detention he had scheduled with Scorpius Malfoy. He hoped the young man hadn’t waited too long before realizing his Professor was a no-show. Harry shook his head. He should have called someone to be sure Malfoy was informed. He would apologize to the young Malfoy scion in the morning. He wasn’t a bad kid – just prone to pranks much like Harry’s own father seemed to have been. Harry was just glad the hero-worship of the boy’s third and fourth year seemed to have dissipated. Harry had been flattered of course that a “Malfoy” seemed to have been impressed by him but a crush on your teacher never went well and the student was inevitably hurt. He realized that was probably where the term had come from – so rarely were those early romantic feelings returned that everyone felt that “crush” of rejection sooner or later. It hadn’t been Harry’s first time he had to disappoint a student, although he thinks it was the first time it had been a boy.

He remembered his few crushes from school and winced – Cho Chang certainly, briefly Tonks and Luna, and, of course, Ginny whom he eventually did marry. He could now admit to ones on his own Potions Professor, even if he didn’t recognize it at the time since it was such a love/hate relationship, and an odd obsession for Draco Malfoy that was much the same. He had quickly grown out of those same-sex crushes much as he did the crushes on the other girls. The experience meant he understood that everyone questioned their sexuality at some point and that all students grew out their crushes eventually and moved on to more suitable romantic interests. He found he appreciated the female form better than the male form but he understood people who chose otherwise. He was fortunate to have found someone like Ginny and have that crush actually evolve into real love. They were well suited to each other. She was a remarkable person.

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The scent of Harry Potter filled Scorpius’ nostrils and sent a thrill of arousal through him. It was almost as if he was in the room. “Harry…,” he almost moaned. A most delicious dream began playing in his head – starting with the heady scent of the man filling him and the warmth of breath tickling over his skin. A firm strong hand gently touched his shoulders and whispered, “Scorpius” in that breathy, deep voice Scorpius loved. He reached up and felt the soft curls on the back of Harry’s head as he gently gripped and pulled the man closer. His lips just mere millimeters apart – about ready to kiss. The dream seemed so vivid.

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Harry had slipped into his office and quickly and quietly finished marking the last few papers in his desk. He thought about retrieving some pajamas and a robe he kept in a nearby bureau but he only had about five hours to sleep anyways. He decided to just strip down to his boxers. Between one of the afghans and the magically maintained fire in the fireplace that would be warm enough.    He locked the door and dimmed the room lights except for the fire. He then tucked his wand away in the drawer and sat his glasses on the desk before heading towards the sofa to sleep.

He stretched a little before stepping around one of the wing back chairs and noticed a tousle of dirty blond hair on one end of the couch. Scorpius Malfoy had apparently not given up and gone back to the dorm. He turned to go retrieve his robes and stubbed his toe on the curved leg of the chair.

“Damn!” Harry winced and his eyes watered as he hopped as quietly as he could on one foot. The whispered expletive must have woken the sleeping student as Harry heard him stir.

“Harry?” Scorpius asked in a low, quiet voice.

‘Harry?’ That was odd, Harry thought. He decided to let it slip for now. Harry turned back and knelt down beside Scorpius and shook the boy gently on the shoulder to wake him. He didn’t want to frighten him so he whispered, “Scorpius.”

Scorpius rolled towards him and his eyes fluttered open just a little. He clearly wasn’t alert yet. A long arm reached up to Harry and grasped Harry’s head lightly and weakly attempted to pull Harry towards him as if greeting a lover. Harry laughed to himself, wondering who Scorpius was imagining him to be. He hadn’t heard any rumors of who Scorpius was dating but he was sure a young man as attractive and wealthy as Scorpius Malfoy would hardly be lacking for dates – male or female.

“Sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I’m sorry I forgot to call you to cancel detention…” Harry paused as he noticed an odd look in Malfoy’s grey-blue eyes as he stared at Harry’s bare chest. “Er…sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here,” he said looking down at himself apologetically. Harry stood up. Scorpius sat up and wiped sleep away from his eyes.

“You should go now,” Harry suggested. Scorpius frowned. Harry thought maybe he was still half asleep and confused about his whereabouts. “Scorpius, you’re in my office and it’s late. You need to go back to your dorm.”

Scorpius’ eyes narrowed as he stood up. He was a good four inches taller than Harry – evidently inheriting his height from the Malfoy side of the family even if he hadn’t gotten the platinum blond hair or the overly pallid skin tone of his father. Scorpius had the slightly more tawny color of his mother which was deepened to an almost golden hue by his time on the Quidditch team and enhanced by the firelight.

“Go back to my dorm? Now?” Scorpius asked as he approached Harry. “We were just getting started.” Scorpius had invaded Harry’s personal space and threw an arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him strongly towards him. His other arm went around Harry’s back and held firm as he bent the smaller man backwards.

The sudden movement had surprised Harry and taken him off guard. His weight held up by the blond’s arms, Harry felt insistent lips on his, trying to pry his mouth open.   Scorpius mashed their faces together and pressed himself against Harry’s entire length. Harry’s eyes shot wide open at the uncharacteristic come-on. His arms were trapped in between their chests and he attempted to push the boy – no man – away.

Scorpius moved off Harry’s mouth and began attacking Harry’s neck with sloppy, wet kisses.

“Mr. Malfoy!! Stop!! What are you doing? I’m not who you think I am!”

“Mr. Malfoy?” Scorpius muttered, “Call me, Scorpius and I think it’s quite obvious what I’m doing, Harry,” he said with a breathy whisper clarifying that he was not mistaking Harry Potter for another current beau. Harry was dumbfounded and then shocked as Scorpius ground his hips into Harry’s stomach. Scorpius smiled wickedly down at Harry before leaning in to suck at Harry’s neck again.

Harry certainly felt the hardness there and had to stop this madness. What was wrong with the boy?

“No! Mr. Malfoy. Let me go right now!” He felt the arms tighten. The kisses become stronger – the suction harder.

“Fifty points from Slytherin!”Harry yelled in the hopes the loss would jerk Scorpius out of whatever insanity had gripped him. Instead, one meaty hand slid down and grabbed Harry’s backside and lifted him up. Harry’s legs dangled in the air around Scorpius’ waist. Merlin, the boy was strong! Harry kicked uselessly in the air. His own groin was pressed against Scorpius’ stomach – the thin boxer material did little to protect him.

Scorpius slid lower and nipped and kissed along Harry’s collarbones and Harry’s arms were finally freed and he began to hit Scorpius’ back and pushed at his shoulders to separate them.   Scorpius acted as if he didn’t feel anything.

“Scorpius! Stop this!” Scorpius turned and carried Harry the few steps back to the couch and threw him down on it like Harry weighed nothing. He straddled Harry’s waist, preventing Harry from getting up and smiled down at him.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Professor?” Scorpius asked as he undid his tie and pulled it off.

“Scorpius, please stop. I don’t know what’s wrong but you know this is a mistake.”

Scorpius had slid his robes off his shoulder and let it drop down so they covered Harry’s legs. He leaned forward a little and began to run his hands up and down Harry’s chest. Harry batted at his arms and hands with his own, trying to get him to stop.

“How could this be a mistake? Harry – you look so…delicious. Your nipples are so tempting,” he said as he grabbed the nub of one between a thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted it. Harry yelped and bucked up trying to throw Scorpius off. Scorpius just smiled again. “Sensitive are we?” Harry’s eyes widened and he used both arms to slap at Scorpius. Scorpius grabbed one arm mid-strike and pulled it above Harry’s head and then used his other arm to grab Harry’s free one that was still attempting to smack Scorpius off. Scorpius pulled Harry’s hand up to his face and then open kissed Harry’s palm and swiped his tongue along the inside of each of Harry’s fingers. “Yes…delicious…” he murmured.

The look in Scorpius’ eyes was slightly crazed and Harry actually began to feel real fear in the midst of the shock. He took a deep breath and thought he’d try one more time to reason with Scorpius. Pinned as he was, there was little he could do physically.

Scorpius took Harry’s hand into his and lowered himself further to lick and suck along Harry’s neck and collar bones as he held Harry’s hand in a painfully firm grip.

“Scorpius,” Harry started, “please…”

“Yes…beg me, Harry,” Scorpius whispered back and nipped at his ear.

“Please, don’t. I don’t want this. I’m flattered – but I’m not….”

“Not what, Harry? Not enjoying this? Oh – but you will.” The sucking became harder. Harry knew there would be bruises. Scorpius was sucking like an inexperienced teenager with a vampire fetish. It was not pleasurable – it was almost painful.

“I won’t, Scorpius. I’m married. ”

“To that red-headed bint? She’s not good enough for you,” Scorpius hissed angrily.

That pissed Harry off but he tried to remain cool and collected. “I love her, Scorpius – and only her,” he said gently. “This will never happen between us, Scorpius, I’m sorry. Even if I wasn’t married, I’m not…I prefer women, Scorpius.” Harry thought maybe that would gently get the point across and Scorpius wouldn’t feel too rejected since it wasn’t about him personally. “If you leave now, I’ll….restore the points and forget everything.”

Scorpius froze on top of him. Harry thought he’d gotten through to him. After a few silent moments, he felt Scorpius begin to shift and get up. Harry was sure Scorpius would be mortified in the morning. Maybe he should offer the boy an “Obliviate”. He knew how hard crushes could be and generally Scorpius was a gentle person. Albus thought highly of him. All his dorm mates did. They seemed very protective of Scorpius and Harry understood why. Normally he was sweet, charming and thoughtful. Harry thought he should have Scorpius checked out by Madame Pomfrey just to ensure the boy hadn’t been cursed or dosed with a potion.

He looked up to see Scorpius staring at him. His face was flushed red and he was shaking. Harry wondered if he was about to cry.

“Forget?! How could I forget? I LOVE YOU!” Scorpius shouted and back-handed Harry across the face.

Harry blinked up in shock and pain. Not since Umbridge had he been slapped and never with the back of the hand wearing a large class ring. “I LOVE you and you think I CARE about house points?!” Scorpius reached down and grabbed Harry’s jaw tightly and made Harry look at him. “I love you – not her. She doesn’t love you like I do. She couldn’t possibly love you like that! I love you! Me!” He covered Harry’s mouth with his own again and kissed him even though Harry refused to respond to the insistent licking and pulling at his lips from Scorpius’ own. Harry heard a sound of frustration from Scorpius just before he felt sharp teeth bite into his lips.   Harry refused to open his mouth in response. Scorpius then covered his face again with more sloppy kisses, sucks, nips and licks. Nips became harder and he began to bite at Harry’s neck when he got no return response from Harry. Harry could feel the stinging of salty tears dampening his skin and the sharp pain of teeth in his tender skin.

Harry yelped in pain. “STOP! DON’T!”

Scorpius let go of Harry’s hands and glared down at him. Suddenly, he punched Harry in the stomach, hard. It knocked the breath out of Harry. Then Scorpius began hitting Harry on the chest with the sides of his closed fists like a child having a temper tantrum. “Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou…” he repeated with every thump. The thumps weakened and Scorpius once again began sucking and licking at Harry’s chest then suckled and chewed at one of Harry’s nipples brutally – like an infant starving while trying to suck milk from a dry teat while Scorpius held tightly onto Harry’s hair with one hand and gripped his upper arm with the other as if attempting to hold Harry in place.

Harry caught his breath and finally realized one of his arms was free and shoved back at Scorpius with it. A small hunk of hair ripped out of Harry’s head as Scorpius fell back.

“You don’t love me! This isn’t love, Scorpius. It’s infatuation. It’s only a crush. You’ll get over it.” Harry was furious. He sat up and pushed Scorpius to the floor and wiped his face. A small smear of blood came away from where the ring had cut him. He tasted blood on his lips where Scorpius had bitten him. His chest hurt. There were clear teeth marks around his right nipple. He sat up and tried to catch his breath. He wasn’t even sure what he should do next. This was not in the “Professor’s Handbook.” Scorpius was collapsed on his knees on the floor, heaving deep ragged breaths. Harry saw him clutching Harry’s hair tightly in his fist.

In a quiet voice, more controlled than Harry thought he would have been able to manage, he said, “Go back to your dorm, Scorpius. I’ll figure out your punishment later. I’ll have to call your father, at least. You…need help.” Harry stood shakily as he gave instructions without any clear thought. He rubbed the spot where his hair had been pulled out gently. He knew he was in shock but he couldn’t think straight. He probably should lock Scorpius up but he just wanted to get his wand and a robe. He felt too vulnerable right now.

“I…I won’t tell the Headmistress,” he added, not wanting to ruin the boy’s life with expulsion or criminal charges. Scorpius Malfoy had been a good student for seven years. He should have a second chance, shouldn’t he?

He turned around just as he heard, “Petrificus Corpus!”

A new wave of fear shot through him as he fell forward towards the stone hearth of the fireplace. His good student had just paralyzed him.

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Harry lay awake, unable to move, aware of Scorpius' movements around him. He couldn’t understand why this was happening. Didn’t know what was wrong with the young man that had sexually assaulted him. The thought that those actions had a name came as almost a shock to Harry.   He lay like a rag doll, motionless, except for his autonomic bodily functions: breathing, blinking, and blood pumping. He tried to close his eyes but the spell only allowed enough blinking to keep the eyes moist. He felt nauseous. He’d hit his head on the corner of the hearth as he fell and felt dazed. The force of the landing had pushed him sideways so he lay face up, staring at the ceiling. He thought he heard something crack in his shoulder and a sharp pain radiated along his upper arm and across his collarbone. He was just glad he was still coherent. He fervently hoped that Scorpius was just panicking and would soon realize that he was making things worse for himself and call on Madame Pomfrey. Harry was sure he needed medical attention. The room was spinning above him.

He heard Scorpius shuffling and muttering in quiet tones. Eventually he saw the tall blond man standing over him, staring down at Harry’s near naked body. Harry panicked when he saw Scorpius was no longer wearing any clothes. Harry knew then that Scorpius had not regained any of his sanity and Harry’s ordeal was not over yet.

Scorpius then knelt next to Harry. He felt Scorpius pick up his arm. That was odd. He couldn’t move and yet he could still feel when something touched him. This was the major difference between this spell and the one Hermione had subjected Neville to in their first year. Neville would have been completely frozen, unaware of the passage of time: unblinking, unthinking and unfeeling.   The complete helplessness Harry now felt terrified him. He could feel, could see and could think but he could not move.

Scorpius began softly kissing Harry’s hand and stroking his fingers. He kissed his way up Harry’s arm and then straddled Harry’s stomach. He bent down over Harry’s body and began to kiss and lick Harry’s face and neck. Up close, Harry saw the streaks of dried tears and bloodshot grey-blue eyes shadowed by emotions Harry couldn’t comprehend. He had an odd thought that somehow Scorpius may have been Imperiused. ‘That doesn’t help me figure out how to stop this though, does it?’ he thought bitterly.

“Why Harry? Why do you have to deny me?” Scorpius whispered into Harry’s ear as he bent over Harry. “I know you want me.” Scorpius pried Harry’s jaw open with his thumb and began kissing Harry. This time, Harry couldn’t stop the invasion of Scorpius’ tongue. The thick, swollen appendage plumbed Harry’s mouth, pulled on his own tongue to suck on it and licked his gums and behind his teeth. Sometimes it went so long, Harry could barely catch a breath.

“Feel what you do to me,” Scorpius whispered and Harry felt his hand being tugged downwards. Unable to move or show the horror he was feeling, he gagged in disbelief as Scorpius placed Harry’s hand on his prick and began manipulating it with his own hand – as if Harry was voluntarily stroking Scorpius. There was no denying his attacker was hard. Scorpius moved deftly between curling Harry’s hand around his prick and stroking it to shifting Harry’s hands to cradle and caress the rather sizable testicles.

Scorpius leaned back down to fill Harry’s mouth again and he continued to use Harry’s hand to satisfy himself.

This cannot be happening…’ Harry thought.

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I can’t believe this is finally happening,’ </i>Scorpius thought in a lust-filled daze. ‘All those nights I fantasized about Harry taking me, touching me, and here he is below me – soft and oh so warm. I need to taste more…’

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Scorpius let go of Harry’s hand and it fell against Harry’s body in an awkward angle. Scorpius knocked it to the side so it fell against the thinly carpeted stone floor. He slid down the length of Harry’s body and took a hold of the boxers and slowly pulled them down, revealing Harry’s quiescent prick.

“Oh – Harry. I’ve been such a bad boy. You’ve been so good to me so far,” Scorpius looked down to his own swollen and red prick, “but I’ve neglected you it seems.” He gently used a finger to close Harry’s jaw shut.

Harry did not want Scorpius to touch him. He belonged to Ginny – only Ginny!!! He would have begged Scorpius to let Harry just jerk him off if it would end the ordeal but he had no way to make that offer. He felt a warm mouth close over his prick and a large hand begin to fondle his bollocks.   He tried to pretend it was his wife but Scorpius was too hard on the sensitive glans and teeth tugged at his foreskin roughly.

Harry felt raw. As Scorpius slurped and sucked Harry’s prick with his mouth and gripped and tugged with large, strong hands– Harry just lay there. Harry could feel the rough, calloused fingers squeezing him tighter and harder, could hear Scorpius’ obvious frustration at the lack of response even though Harry could feel a surge of random sparks of arousal go through him. Certainly some blood was beginning to center in the area, but his fear and pain kept him from having much of a response. Harry surprised himself as he felt a tear roll down the side of his own face as he thought of the few rounds of impotance he’d experienced with Ginny when under stress at work. It hadn’t happened often but it did happen. Harry wasn’t as young as he used to be. It took longer to do everything and there were times he just wasn’t up to it. Ginny had never minded because sex for them was much more than just penetration and so those few times when Harry was unable to, Harry would try to ensure Ginny didn’t go unsatisfied or they would just choose to do something else like a hot bath together or a massage – something sensual but not sexual.   She never pressured him about it. She never got mad at him. They found new ways to explore.

This incessant yanking was beginning to hurt.

He was almost happy when Scorpius sat up and huffed a bit. “Hmnn…maybe you’d prefer something a little more intimate?” He pulled Harry’s legs a little further apart and knelt between them, but didn’t lean back onto his knees. Rather he stayed upright with only his shins lined along the floor. He crooked an arm under each of Harry’s knees and rolled him up, carefully tilted his legs backwards so his feet were dangling in the air. The stretch in his hamstrings burned something awful. Harry was not that flexible anymore and he felt a tear rip through his leg muscles. He couldn’t scream or shout the agony he was in. Even more horrible was the realization that Scorpius was spreading his arse cheeks and tipping his wand towards it.

“Tergeo,” Scorpius muttered, cleaning Harry out with a charm designed for household use. Harry wanted to scream even louder at the sensation of his insides being scrubbed with something that almost felt like a wire brush.

Harry felt soft pliant lips kissing the skin of his arse cheeks and dip into the crease in between them. He was mortified at the exposure. The tongue that had strangled his mouth earlier began to dip around his anus. Harry couldn’t deny that it felt better than the harsh groping and grabbing of his cock had earlier, but the fear of what this was leading to and the humiliation of being unable to look away as that blond head bobbed and dug furiously at his most private part made him burn. ‘This isn’t, this can’t…’ he kept thinking.

He felt that tongue darting in and out of his anus and it felt oddly stimulating, but he still wasn’t fully aroused – a fact that did not go unnoticed by his attacker.

“See – I knew you weren’t that straight. Your asshole is so hot. I can tell it’s just begging for more.” Scorpius reached up and opened Harry’s lips just enough to put a finger in his mouth. Harry tasted the salty flavor of Scorpius’ forefinger. Scorpius dipped it a couple of times and swirled around inside Harry’s frozen mouth. Scorpius smiled as he slipped a second finger into Harry’s mouth and began simulating intercourse by thrusting in and out of Harry’s mouth with those fingers.

“Bet you wish that was my cock, don’t you?” Harry was trying not to gag. Under Petrificus, he wondered if he vomited, if he would choke to death because he couldn’t move. Scorpius swirled both fingers around one last time. “Why don’t we loosen you up a bit?” He slid the forefinger into Harry’s asshole as he licked around the edges. Harry felt so violated. Not that he hadn’t been before but this took it to a new level.

The eager look on Scorpius's face as he watched his finger thrusting into Harry’s body was frightening. Harry was not completely ignorant. He and Ginny had done this for each other several times over the years. He knew just because you liked a little anal play – didn’t mean you were gay or wanted a large prick up there – particularly one that belonged to someone you didn’t love. He also wondered if Scorpius knew anything about lubrication. His own spit would not be enough.  Scorpius slipped his forefinger out and put it and the middle finger into his own mouth and added his own saliva to the mix.

As Scorpius attempted to put both fingers back into Harry, it became more painful. Scorpius's fingers were longer and wider than Ginny’s and it wasn’t like Ginny had done this frequently so Harry was not used to it. It was usually the tip of one finger during oral sex.

The other issue was the spell. Petrificus Corpus wouldn’t allow his body to adjust. Every time Scorpius slipped out, it retreated to the state he was in when the spell hit him. So each thrust was like the first and Harry could do nothing to attempt to adjust to it. It burned almost as bad as his overly stretched legs did.

Then he felt the calloused hand on his cock again and it was pulling, tugging, twisting insistently while Scorpius's other hand drove in and out of his ass and pulled in various directions. And all Harry could do was watch and suffer. He watched as a third finger joined the first two and felt a strong scissoring motion added to the thrusting motion in an attempt to open him up. He could barely focus on Scorpius as the tears had filled his eyes and were dripping down his face. It hurt..

“Damn it – why won’t you harden!?” Scorpius huffed and sat up again, pulling his fingers roughly out of Harry. Harry felt the hot air of Scorpois’ breathing across his exposed ass which was still up in the air. He couldn’t move unless Scorpius moved him. In frustration, Scorpius began smacking Harry’s ass. “Why..why why? Harden, damn it!   I know you want me!” He started screaming and Harry blinked away more tears as the burn from his legs and inside his arse began radiating onto his cheeks where Scorpius repeatedly spanked him as if he were a recalcitrant child.

Harry felt a slight warmth in his arse cheeks accompanying the stinging slaps and blood began to pool. He was ashamed that he was half-hard in response to the spanking. He wanted to sob but nothing came out except the actual tears themselves which were now streaming down the side of his face and he couldn’t quite see anything anymore. Of course, without his glasses, he hadn’t been able to see much further than a few feet anyways. He was essentially blind, paralyzed and at the hands of someone stronger than him intent on rape. Harry hoped that was all Scorpius planned. He began to have crazy thoughts about a final Malfoy act of revenge, the Dark Lord’s return, and Death Eaters. Images ran through his head as Scorpius continued to hit Harry’s ass and thighs. From this angle, Harry could see some of his skin blooming red from Scorpius’ efforts. It burned, it felt both sharp and dull at the same time and heat radiated through his entire groin. He felt lightheaded.

As Harry was about to go insane he heard a voice, ‘It’s responding because blood is rushing there, not because you want this.’  It was soft and low but it reassured him. It soundly oddly like Snape. ‘It’s just an automatic response,’ it added. ‘Do not panic. If you want to get through this, do not panic.’  The voice faded away when the beating stopped.

Scorpius still seemed crazed when he stopped smacking Harry. He stared down at Harry’s tear filled face. Harry watched him tug on his own cock. “I know – it’s my cock you want. That’s the problem isn’t it?” Scorpius stated the question as if it were fact. Harry had never heard such a confident tone in the boy before.

Harry panicked. If Scorpius fucked him like this – he knew he would tear. He was terrified.

Scorpius began sliding his cock along the crease and pushed against his balls. Scorpius did this several times before his breathing got a little more controlled. “Oh, the heat of your ass feels so good. I think it’s almost as hot on the outside as on the inside,” Scorpius said with a pleased smile.

He leaned over to the side and picked up his wand. He pointed it at Harry’s groin and muttered a spell Harry didn’t recognize and then pointed to himself and repeated the phrase. That would have made him piss himself if he’d been able to. “That will help,” Scorpius grinned at him. “I know you feel guilty, Harry. You are not someone who would go against your vows to Ginny even though you love me. This way, you can relax and enjoy our first night together.” He seemed so happy – like he really wanted what was best for Harry. That was probably the most frightening thing of all.

---

Scorpius knew in his soul that Harry Potter was a noble man. He would never cheat on someone once he made vows. He knew that even though Ginny must have forced Harry into marrying her, he would never betray her. That was okay. It was why Scorpius loved him. He was a family man. He would ensure Harry could relax enough tonight for them to fulfill their time together and then – then he would consider what to do about eliminating the Ginny problem altogether. After all – Malfoys always got what they wanted. And so did the Potters. So if he and Harry wanted each other – nothing would stop them. For now, he charmed his own orgasm to be delayed until after Harry achieved one. After all, lovers wanted the best for each other. He wanted Harry to be happy and satisfied now that they were going to share their love for the first time.

“That will help,” Scorpius grinned at his lovely partner. “I know you feel guilty, Harry. You are not someone who would go against your vows to Ginny even though you love me. This way, you can relax and enjoy our first night together.”

As he looked down on his lover, eyes tearing up in happiness, waiting for penetration, it occurred to Scorpius he didn’t want to hurt him. He was rather endowed and Harry would never have had anal sex before – didn’t the reluctance of his hole tell Scorpius that? He needed lubrication. With his wand still in hand, he performed a lubrication charm that all fifth years learned. It wasn’t the best, but it was easy.

---

Harry did understand the lubrication charm and felt small relief at that – but he was still in trouble.   What Scorpius had just said frightened him. The attempt at pretending Harry wanted this demonstrated how lost Scorpius was. Just as he felt the nudge of a blunt object at his entrance, Scorpius suddenly sat back. “Of course! I’m so stupid! It’s the spell that’s keeping you from responding like you should! Finite Incantatem!” Scorpius smiled, looking pleased.

Harry suddenly rolled over to the side, his muscles suddenly released. This was his opportunity. He tried to scurry away on his knees and attempted to get up, but his feet had gone numb. He fell and scrabbled backwards on his ass a few feet.

“Get the fuck away from me, Scorpius!” Harry yelled. He reached over and grabbed a poker by the fireplace and held it at his violator. Scorpius appeared confused.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” Scorpius reached out to him as if to console him.

“What’s wrong?! That’s what I’d like to know.” Harry was breathing hard. He was a Potions Professor now, taking over after a series of incompetent teachers that had followed Snape. He no longer had to fight for his life. Hadn’t for well over two decades.   He stayed in decent shape but not in fighting shape. His reflexes weren’t as fast as they had been when he fought Voldemort. God, what would Snape think of him? Snape would have been able to defend himself. He didn’t let himself go soft.

‘That’s because there was a war on and I was a spy. Going soft would have been an early death sentence,’ that voice said in his head, this time just slightly louder. ‘Fight, Potter,.’ the voice commanded.

Scorpius reached out again and this time, Harry swung. He managed to connect to Scorpius's ribs on the left side. Scorpius left out a grunt but managed to grasp the other end of the poker and pull towards him. Harry let go and Scorpius stumbled backwards. Harry crawled quickly across the room towards the door, still trying to get to his feet. He about reached the door knob when a hand grabbed his hair from behind and flung him backwards. His arse hit the small area rug just in front of his desk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scorpius asked in a barely restrained rage.

“Scorpius stop! Please…” Harry pleaded and managed to get to his feet. “You don’t want this. I’m married. I love Ginny.” He was trying to reach backwards to where his wand was hidden in the drawer.

“Yes – I know. We’ll have to do something about her, I guess.”

That stopped Harry in his tracks.   “Wha…what?”

“She stole you. I’ll have to get rid of her.” Scorpius threw himself on top of Harry and bent him backwards on top of the desk. He grasped Harry’s jaw line and squeezed tightly. “You are mine – now and forever, Harry Potter.” He began to kiss and bite at Harry once again.

The threat to Ginny made Harry light-headed. He looked over to the photograph of his family sitting on the desk. He stretched to reach it. Clasping the edge, he swung it as hard as he could into Scorpius' temple.    Scorpius fell back and reached up. Harry saw blood seeping down his face. Scorpius’ face became bright red. Harry stood and, without thinking, kicked at Scorpius’ knee and tried to run. His legs barely responded but he limped quickly, gritting his teeth. He didn’t get very far.

Scorpius had grunted a small groan of pain then spun and caught Harry’s arm. He yanked him back, throwing him back over the desk – this time face down.

He used his hand in the middle of Harry’s back and his legs against Harry’s to hold him in place as he knocked almost everything else off the desk with his other arm. Papers, bottles, books and photographs went flying across the room.

Harry’s Hogwarts tie was still there and Scorpius picked it up.

“I see I need to prove it to you,” Scorpius said.

He wrenched Harry’s arms behind him and tied his forearms together along the small of his back. The tie was wrapped from Harry’s wrists and up his forearms causing his elbows to be bent at almost a ninety degree angle. Harry’s shoulder and collarbones throbbed at the pull, but still not as badly as the sting in his injured hamstrings.

Scorpius tugged on the ends like it was a leash.

“Scorpius – don’t please. They’ll find out! You’ll go to Azkaban - probably the Dementor's Kiss! I’m not worth it! Please….”

Harry felt Scorpius’ larger body pressing full length along his back and he felt the heated breath in his ear. “I say you are…but enough playing around. No more words. I’m fucking you now.”

A shiver went throughout Harry’s body at Scorpius’ cold tone. “Once you see that only my cock can bring you to peak will you admit we belong together.”

“That won’t happen, Scorpius. I don’t want you.” Harry was furious and terrified and sick. Clearly words weren’t working and he was over his “saving people” thing. He couldn’t save Scorpius from himself. He could just try to survive until someone rescued him. “I will never belong to you.”

“Really?"

A sudden burning flayed the skin on his upper back just below his neck. Harry screamed. It was like a localized Cruciatus.

“I think you do – or at least this mark says you do,” Scorpius said. With that and no other preamble – Scorpius thrust into Harry. Harry screamed again. This time from a different kind of burn. His passage had barely been stretched and lubed and Scorpius was not giving him time to adjust at all. He pounded into Harry – crushing Harry’s hipbones into the sharp wood corners of his desk. In the midst of it, Harry felt something tear and he screamed louder. Scorpius’ hands grasped Harry’s hips cruelly as he slammed into him even harder. His head bouncing against the hard flat surface of the desk with every thrust. It rattled his teeth. He tried to lift his head but the muscles in his abdomen and neck ached with the effort after a few minutes so he alternated between the two.

“Fuck, Harry. You feel amazing."   Harry began to zone out. The rhythmic humping at his backside began to recede out of his mind. He thought back to his days on the battlefield. ‘I can get through this…I can get through this….I will kill him….I can get through this…’

Finally, the motion slowed down and he felt Scorpius withdraw. He wondered if it was over. He was sure something rip. He felt agonizing sharp pain and burning down there and a slow oozing dribbling down his thighs. He hoped it was Scorpius’ semen and not blood.

---

Scorpius was happy. Finally inside his lover. Harry would see. He would belong to him. They would be together – happy. He needed to see his lover’s face.

---

Scorpius turned Harry over so Harry was lying on his back on the desk, legs dangling off the ends. “Harry, you’re amazing. You’re so fucking hot and tight.” He began laving Harry’s face and neck again, crooning words of love.

“Are you done?” Harry asked, coolly.

Scorpius stopped and looked at him curiously. “What?”

Harry wasn’t thinking clearly. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he shouldn’t antagonize the man, but he couldn’t help it.   His hands were tied and trapped beneath him and he felt an impotent fury that he could barely contain.

“I meant - was that it?    Are you finished? Can I go?”

Scorpius’ brow furrowed. “No – of course not. We’re not done until you come, Harry. I need to be sure you’re satisfied.”

Harry laughed in an almost insane manner. “Satisfied? What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t think that did it for me, did you?   You’re not exactly my type.”

Scorpius back-handed him again. That ring cut across his cheek once again.

Harry glared. “Get off on hitting defenseless people, Malfoy? You’re just like your grandfather.”

“Why are you being so difficult, Harry?” Scorpius asked very quietly and with a stillness that put Harry on guard.

Harry took a deep breath and realized this was the wrong tactic. He needed to get this over with. “I just mean – this is my first time this way. You shouldn’t expect me to get off this way. Can’t you just be satisfied if you get off?”

Scorpius smiled again and visibly relaxed. The way he went from furious rage to giddiness was downright creepy. “Oh – I’m sorry I misunderstood you.   For some reason I thought you weren’t enjoying me,” then his smile changed a little. This time there was a nasty twinkle in his eye. “Because I could, you know, leave you here and go get my satisfaction from your son. He does look a lot like you but I think he’d be a poor substitute because you’re the one that belongs with me. And I want to be sure you’re happy. You do understand me, don’t you?”

Harry’s heart sank at the threat. He looked into Scorpius’ eyes. They seemed so different than the boy he knew in class. The student that did extra homework and offered to help clean-up after labs. Not even Draco would have sunk so low. Of course, Harry couldn’t have said the same about Lucius, though. He imagined that man was perfectly capable of acts like this.

’You don’t know the half of it, Potter,’ the voice returned in his head.

“Speaking of my grandfather, did you know he spoke about you frequently? About how disappointed he was he was unable to complete a particular charm that was started during your visit in Malfoy Manor? He didn’t know I knew about it. Neither did my father. I overheard them one night as a child when Lucius had told Draco he only needed to complete it to have you under his thumb. My father, the person that he is, was repulsed and told him in no uncertain terms that he would not have a Potter doing his bidding. Funny – I had forgotten about that conversation until just now.”

Harry was thinking frantically. What spell? He didn’t remember Lucius performing any spell.    This was complete crazy talk, but the threat to Albus hung in the air ominously.

‘Actually, Potter, the spell does exist and Lucius does know it. I’m sure the thought of you in his servitude would have appealed to him – had you not won the war,’ the voice answered. For the first time, Harry wondered who the voice really was. He was now sure it was not his subconscious unless he’d managed to go mad in one evening. He was about to think the question when his attention was pulled back to Scorpius who was slowly stroking Harry’s outer thighs.

“Maybe I should ask Grandfather just how to complete it just to be sure you don’t run away again. I could make sure you truly do belong to me.” Scorpius stood between Harry’s legs looking down at him with a greedy look.

“Please, Scorpius…not my son. I’ll…I’ll do what you want. Just leave him be,” Harry croaked. If he just got through this night, he would see Scorpius put away for a long time.

’I’ll help you if I can,’ the voice said.

‘Help me now!’ Harry pled urgently.

‘I’m not strong enough, yet.’  the deep voice replied softly and with an air of resignation. And then it went silent.

Harry shivered in the damp dungeon air as Scorpius caressed his chest softly and occasionally pressing into one of the many bruises beginning to form.

“Good. Tell me you love me. Be honest.”

“I uh…yeah sure...I uh love you…” he mumbled. Scorpius grabbed his face again. Harry felt more bruises along his jaw line forming.

“Say it like you mean it, Harry. Don’t be ashamed of our love.”

Harry stared just inches from Scorpius’ eyes and whispered, “I…love you, Scorpius.” With that, Scorpius plunged into Harry’s mouth with a claiming kiss.

After a moment, Scorpius pulled back. “You kiss me, now. Like you mean it.”

Harry strained to sit up to catch Scorpius’ lips in a kiss. His hands still trapped beneath him, he fought to keep his balance. His abdomen burned with the effort but Scorpius followed him back down to the desk. Scorpius made Harry do the active work by leaving his own lips loose and pliable. The vileness of acting like he wanted this intimacy was almost too much for Harry – but then he pictured his son being subjected to this. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Ginny. It took everything he had not to bite off Scorpius’ tongue.

Scorpius reached back to touch Harry’s leg, indicating he wanted Harry to wrap his legs around his waist. Harry complied.

“Now tell me you want me,” Scorpius whispered.

“I uh..want you,” Harry whispered.

“You want me to what, Harry?”

Harry closed his eyes, trying to find the Gryffindor courage that seemed to be hiding where his balls were.

“I want you to…fuck me,” Harry said in a strangled voice assuming that was what his attacker wanted to hear.

“Ah – that’s nice. But that’s not what I mean. When I own you, I’ll be able to fuck you all I want. Do you want that? Tell me you want to belong to me. Tell me to mark you as mine.”  Scorpius was giving soft gentle kisses all along Harry’s body as he said these disgusting things.

Harry did not want to be marked, would not be owned.

Scorpius began sucking at Harry’s cock and looked up at him as he hesitated. “Or I could mark Albus...,” The threat hung there once again.

With that, Scorpius looked Harry in the eye and gave an oddly delicate swipe along the slit of Harry’s prick that made Harry gasp. Even with the pain and the degradation he was feeling, he began to respond and was annoyed with his cock for it. It was nowhere near hard but it was clearly perking up.

“Yes…I can see you like that idea. Ince you belong to me, Harry, you can fuck me, too. I’ve dreamt of that quite often. Do you know how hurt I was every time you ignored me or dismissed me as a cute little kid?” He began to show his true talents on Harry’s cock and Harry’s mind was reeling. This wasn’t right – he did not want this. The voice returned yet again. It really did sound like Snape, ‘it’s just a physical reaction – it doesn’t mean anything. Do not blame yourself for this. Just get through it.’

The grip got tighter and he knew Scorpius was losing patience. Harry knew he had to answer. “Yes…I would..like that. Mark me.” Harry took a deep breath as Scorpius sat up and grabbed his wand. A burst of light shone forth and burned into the skin just under his right clavicle. Harry screamed again as his skin was set on fire.

“Property of Scorpius Malfoy,” Scorpius read out loud. “It matches the one on your back. That way people will know who you belong to whether you’re coming or going.” He laughed at his own joke.

“Now – show me you want me to fuck you,” Scorpius said.

With trembling hands, he gripped his legs around Scorpius a little tighter. “Harry, I need more access than that. You’ll need to release me a little and roll up. Show yourself to me.” Harry gulped. With mortification, he let his legs fall away from Scorpius’ waist and pulled them towards his chest. Scorpius pushed the knees apart so they fell to either side. Harry bit down revulsion and gasped, “Please…Scorpius – fuck me.”

“Spread your cheeks and show me,” Scorpius insisted.

He did and looked down at himself. Sure enough, he saw the telltale signs of blood on Scorpius’ penis that he had suspected earlier. He hurt all over and his legs were shaking from the effort.

“So sweet, Harry. I think I’ll grant your wish.” Harry was repulsed at the fact that Scorpius didn’t seem to notice Harry’s injuries.

With that, Scorpius lined himself up and entered Harry – this time a little more slowly. But it didn’t take long for him to be thrusting at full power. Harry thought it would never end. Feeling Scorpius' heated breath in his ears as he violated Harry was almost the worst part. Knowing that his worst moment was someone else’s greatest pleasure was a horrific thought. And that Scorpius kept insisting on kissing him lovingly was worse than the harsh bites he took from his neck and chest in between those kisses.

---

The way Harry offered himself up to Scorpius was everything he ever wanted. Scorpius wanted to fuck him all over the office so there wouldn’t be a square inch of it where Harry wouldn’t think of Scorpius. Then he would let Harry fuck him.

---

Scorpius picked Harry up off the desk and continued to impale him even as he threw Harry over the back of the couch and pumped into him harder. Harry was almost upside down, his face crushed into the sofa cushions, feet dangling off the floor as Scorpius drilled down into him. Scorpius paused and picked up his own tie from the sofa and put it around Harry’s neck. He pulled on it like a leash, yanking Harry from the couch and pushed him to the floor – into the rubble of what had been on Harry’s desk.

Harry’s face landed on top of the family photo he had hit Scorpius with earlier. “Perfect,” Scorpius said. “On your knees and face your family as I fuck you.” He took him harshly from behind. Tears streamed down Harry’s face and onto the photograph of his waving wife and kids.

‘Not really happening, not really happening,’ Harry thought.

‘It is happening – get him to finish and it will end,’ the voice came back. Harry didn’t understand what it meant.

Scorpius reached under and started stroking Harry’s cock again. He bent over Harry to look at the family photo as he thrust and whispered, “I don’t come until you do, Harry. That’s what the spell was- so I suggest you start participating more.”

He pushed Harry onto his back, this time straddling Harry. He pointed his wand at himself and Harry heard the lubrication charm. “Fuck me, Harry. I belong to you too.” He then pointed his wand at Harry and said “Duro.” Instantly, Harry was hard as a rock – painfully hard. Again, another spell used improperly. It was not meant to be used on flesh. Fucking undereducated students! Merlin – it hurt. He felt like he’d been hard for hours. Like he had been aroused on an aphrodisiac and kept from completion for days.

Scorpius slid himself onto Harry’s cock and Harry had hardly ever felt such tightness and warmth. The fact that it actually felt good on Harry’s prick made him angry and he thrust up without mercy as best he could. As bruised and exhausted as he was though, he didn’t have much strength and eventually Scorpius rode him. He thrust up and down on Harry’s prick, leaning back against Harry’s legs so Harry couldn’t actually move much. Scorpius pinched his own tight pink nipples. Scorpius Accio’d Harry’s boxers to him and used them to stroke himself as he rode Harry. He kept his gaze fixed on Harry’s face. Harry tried not to look but was almost unable to tear his eyes away from his swollen prick filling that impossibly small space. He was willing himself to come just to get it over with. He kept focused on Scorpius’ asshole and pretended it was Ginny’s and that if he looked up, her sweet face would be above that pale body. His torso burned trying to pump upwards with his arms crushed against the floor.

“You feel so good, Harry. Tell me I’m better than her.” Scorpius said, eyes closed in evident pleasure.

Harry froze. He didn’t think he could say that. Scorpius sped up riding him and Harry chose not to say anything as he thought Scorpius hadn’t noticed. He relaxed and let Scorpius work his cock. Harry was almost too exhausted to keep pushing up. He wondered if he would ever come.

The voice in his head returned again, ‘Come, Potter. Now – Come for me. Come for Ginny. End this.’  The dark voice that Harry hadn’t heard for years sounded far more silken than he remembered and for some reason he wanted to obey it and he burst as the most erotic moments he had with his wife suddenly flooded through his mind as if a dam had opened.

Finally, much to Harry’s own surprise, he felt himself ready to burst and Scorpius continually squeezed against him and swiveled his hips. “Fuck!” Harry cried out as he came. It was the most unsatisfying orgasm of his life.

Scorpius got off of him but then gave him an evil glare. “My turn again.”

He dragged Harry around the room by his necktie, almost strangling Harry. “What?” Harry choked out.

“You didn’t say it…you didn’t say it!” Scorpius screamed! He pulled Harry up to his knees and back handed him across the face several more times as he tightened his grip on the tie and twisted it so Harry couldn’t breathe at all. Scorpius pulled back a fist and punched Harry, breaking his nose. “The bitch! She’s not better than me! Say it!!”

Harry was beginning to black out. His face was turning purple and his nose bled. Scorpius backhanded him one more time but let the tie go so Harry slid across the floor. Scorpius began kicking him. “Say it….”

“I’m sorry…Scorpius…I’m sorry!” This was now the angriest Harry had seen the man. He was insane and Harry truly feared for his own life – not just his virtue. “Yeah, you’re better…you’re better, you’re better….” He repeated over and over again.

“Prove it! Open your mouth and prove that you like my cock better than her cunt.”   Harry gingerly knelt up and with a shaky hand began to reach for Scorpius’ prick, trying not to think of where it had been fifteen minutes ago. He was oddly grateful that Scorpius had jerked into Harry’s boxers for a while as it at least seemed to have wiped the blood away.

But just as he was taking the tip into his mouth, Scorpius grabbed his head and held it in place as he shoved his cock down Harry’s throat.   Harry was trying not to gag, but he did and threw up. Scorpius pushed him away in disgust.

“Tergeo,” Scorpius cleaned himself and Harry off. “Do it again! Take me all the way down.” Harry didn’t know how to do that. He felt a wand at his throat and heard Scorpius mutter something and suddenly felt his throat relax. He was again absurdly grateful. Scorpius straddled his face and fucked Harry’s throat until Harry saw stars. He could barely breathe through his broken nose so he was lightheaded and barely aware when Scorpius pushed him away again, pulled his legs up and thrust into him. Harry’s head was against the bottom of his desk and with every thrust it banged Harry’s head into the wooden leg. Harry might have noticed that except with every thrust, Scorpius either hit his chest or abdomen and alternated with slapping his face while yelling, “You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine! Say it…say you belong to me,”

“I’m yours…I’m yours….I’m yours,” Harry kept repeating with little awareness. He was just trying to stop Scorpius from hitting him anymore. He lost track of the time until Scorpius bent over him and nestled into Harry’s neck.

Now Scorpius humped Harry furiously repeating, “iloveyouHarry,iloveyouHarry,iloveyouHarry…” into Harry’s ear. The wood leg was rammed into Harry’s head harder.

Harry blacked out just as Scorpius seemed to come and called out his name “Harry!” And Scorpius swallowed Harry’s darkness into another long, claiming kiss.

‘Oh, Harry,’ a deep voice echoed in sadness and Harry swore he saw a filmy shadow of dark robes above him.

----

Albus opened his eyes to see daylight peeking through the windows.

“Get up sleepyhead,” Helmut Goyle said. “I see Scorpius got an early start.” He grinned. “Did he need ‘help’ last night or sleep for a change?”

Albus looked wide-eyed over to the made bed. Fuck! Did he miss him?

“Uh, is Scorpius at breakfast already, then?” he asked as he got up. He realized he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Since it was a uniform, no one else would notice but he knew. He knew he had fallen asleep and not done his job. A small panic bubbled inside him.

“No. Haven’t seen him. Just figured he went to the Library to finish studying for the test since he had detention last night.”

Detention! Did he ever come back? Albus figured he’d better go find him.

“You coming to breakfast?”

“Uh – no. I actually need to go to the Library as well.”

“Okay. See you later in class, then.”

“Yeah – bye.”

Albus ran a hand through his hair and rushed off to the Library. A half an hour later and a check through the Library, greenhouses, Quidditch field and Great Hall yielded no Scorpius. He was really worried. Maybe he mentioned something to his dad during Detention. It was 7:30 and his father should be in the office by now.

---

There was a loud groan of a door opening that stirred Scorpius. He felt like he’d been hit with a bludger and his mouth tasted horrible. He saw a mess of black hair lying next to him. “Albus…what the hell did we do last night?”

He tried to sit up and blink. He wasn’t in his dorm room. Where was he?

“Bloody fucking Merlin’s Beard!” Scorpius looked up and saw Albus standing at the doorway looking as if he’d just seen Hagrid naked.

“Albus? Wait...if that’s you, who’s…” he looked back over to the man next to him. He looked awfully still and Scorpius began to take in the wreck of Professor Potter’s office around him. His favorite Professor was naked and bruised and bloody. “What the hell?! Professor! Professor – Albus get Pomfrey!!! We were attacked!”

---

Albus looked on the scene fearing the worst. His father, Scorpius…this was his fault - his fault…he, he didn’t protect them…his fault…

---

“Albus – what are standing there for? Oh for crying out loud. MIFFY!!!” He called for the only house elf whose name he could remember.

“Yessis…Master…oh what be happening sire?" Wide eyes stared at the scene. “Is that Harry Potter?”

“Miffy – go get Pomfrey. Go get the Headmistress…go get anyone! We’ve been attacked!”

“Right away - right nows.” Miffy apparated for help.

Albus heard the exchange but barely registered it.   He saw Scorpius leaning over his father.

“He’s breathing at least. It’s labored but…oh my god. Who could have done this?” The pitch in Scorpius’ voice went higher as he began to panic. “Why don’t I remember…” He was looking at himself for injuries but they seemed liked minor cuts and contusions, but Professor Potter had clearly sustained far more damage. He realized something more. Harry was bleeding from several orifices and he had what looked suspiciously like semen stains on him. Scorpius felt around behind him and realized he too had semen – but had clearly not had as rough of a time of it. Who would do that? Had Harry protected Scorpius and paid? That would be likely. Harry Potter always saved people. Scorpius would find out who did this and get revenge. He felt sick at the thought that the two of them were raped by unknown attackers.

---

A dark shadow watched from the ceiling. He wasn’t strong enough yet, but he was stronger. The magical outbursts and violence that had occurred last night had woken him. The desperate cries of a young man he had fallen for before his own death had reached his heart beyond but he could do nothing but unlock the boy’s own erotic memories to help him ejaculate to fulfill that part of the spell the youngest Malfoy had performed.

Snape was furious at his own impotence as he watched another generation of Malfoys wreak devastation. Scorpius was a chip off the old Malfoy block. He was his grandfather’s grandson. Severus’s spirit shivered at his own memories of a similar night many years ago in this very room when it had been a Prefect’s Room and not an office. Back when Lucius had performed the charm that prevented Severus from ever telling anyone of the event. He could feel his ghostly presence beginning to strengthen now with the fury building in him but it was too late to protect Harry. He would leave that to others. Harry did not need him but his family needed Harry. What could he offer anyways but death so better not to pursue him. The only thing he could, and would do, if find a way to take revenge on the Malfoys. He wanted to destroy the whole lot of them. He would need to find a way to stay linked to this world and gain power in order to do that.

---

Pomfrey and McGonagall showed up together.

“Ooh my – what on earth happened?” the Headmistress asked looking around.

“We were attacked,” Scorpius said, standing back from Professor Potter and Madame Pomfrey. He was still standing naked.

Pomfrey had already run over to Professor Potter. On the way past she said, “Malfoy get a robe and make your way to the Infirmary if you can. I’ll need to check you but clearly Mr. Potter needs immediate assistance.

Looking around, Minerva grabbed an afghan and wrapped it around Scorpius’ shoulders. She transfigured it into Slytherin Robes. “I can see that son, but by who?”

“I - I don’t know. I don’t remember,” Scorpius began shivering. “He was raped, I think. I think I was, too,” he added weakly.

“Would someone take him to the infirmary? We can investigate later!” Pomfrey yelled as she waved her wand over Harry.   “And send a stretcher. “

“We’d better take the Floo up, Mr. Malfoy,” McGonagall said.

Scorpius looked unconvinced and stared at his Professor. “Mr. Malfoy, I believe your Professor will be fine if that’s why you’re stalling,” Pomfrey said shortly. She sympathized with shock, but when she had a life or death situation in her hands, she didn’t have time to coddle anyone.

With that, the two headed to the infirmary, leaving Albus standing by dumbly.

“That goes for you too, Mr. Potter. I’m sure this is frightening but he’ll be okay. You should call your mother and ask her to come."

“It’s my fault…Scorpius did it,” he whispered.

“What?!” the woman asked.

“It’s my fault that my Dad’s like this. It was my turn to watch him. My turn to “babysit Scorpius”. I…fell asleep.   I failed. It’s my fault. Oh my god…Dad.” He rushed over and fell beside his father and began crying over him. “Imsorryiamsorryimsorry…”

“How could this be your fault?” she asked as she put her patient in a stasis spell until she could get him to the infirmary. “How could it be Scorpius’ fault,” She didn’t have time for these questions but if Scorpius was responsible she had to be sure he didn’t leave Hogwarts.

Albus laid his head on his father’s naked and bruised chest, sobbing.

“Albus Severus Potter – answer the question,” Pomfrey demanded. She needed to get his attention.

He wiped at his eyes and sat up again. “Scorpius suffers from a Priapus Orgasmosomnia curse.

Pomfrey was shocked. When had the boy been cursed with something like that? And why hadn’t he been taken out of Hogwarts to be cured? And why, indeed, had she not been notified of this?

“How long?” She asked trying to keep the anger out of her voice.

“Since he was 16. Every Malfoy has it from 16 until they are 19. It’s a family...curse.”

“I see,” she said tightly. “Well, I have to take care of your father first. We will discuss how you came to know about it and why we were not notified of it immediately but I hope you and Scorpius realize the seriousness of this.”

“Scorpius doesn’t know,” Albus further admitted.

At this, Pomfrey paled. “He’s had this for 2 years and hasn’t even been aware of it?” Albus nodded gloomily and she grunted in disgust. Nothing to do about it now, she needed Mrs. Potter. “Call your mother and ask her to come as soon as she can. Don’t…tell her why yet. You can manage that much on your own, can‘t you?” He nodded and left her.

Pomfrey was seriously angry. They may as well have let a starving tiger in the Great Hall with nothing but the children in it without their wands.

She jumped at a loud crash and turned to see the last person she ever expected to see again. Or rather, the shadow of his former self. She wondered why after all this time, the ghost of Severus Snape appeared at Hogwarts. She nodded at him and said she’d tell the Headmistress of his presence after she took care of her patient.

---

A couple of hours later in the Headmistress’ office…

Scorpius sat stunned. What he’d just learned was shockingly difficult to comprehend. He’d done it. He’d done those things to his favorite Professor. To a man he’d had a crush on and idolized for four years.

Scorpius had no memories of it. No memories of inflicting all those horrible injuries to Harry. The list of injuries kept repeating themselves in his head in an accusing tone: concussion, multiple contusions, potential brain injury, broken ribs, broken collarbone, broken nose, ruptured spleen, curse burns, torn ligaments, nerve damage in his legs, and…he couldn’t even fathom it…he couldn’t think of how his lovely dreams of making love to the man had in fact been violent and painful and…bloody. He didn’t believe he could have done it until they wiped the blood away from the mark Scorpius had left on his chest. The message he saw there had made him ill. The dark purple bruises formed by his fingers confirmed his guilt. His father arrived and spoke with McGonagall for a few minutes before she led both of them to her office to give them some privacy.

His father looked drawn and shaken before he began explaining the curse that had apparently run through the male line of the Malfoys. The curse that made them animals when they turned 16.

Scorpius wished he could never look at his father again. He sat in the chair and picked at his nails nervously.

“How could you do that to me, Father? How could you leave me in the dark? How could you let me loose in a school full of children?!” Scorpius was shaken and drawn. “I’m a monster,” he whispered in a horrified voice.

Draco bit his lower lip. “You’re not a monster. It’s just a temporary condition. You weren’t in danger. It was safe.” Scorpius frowned at him. “We handled it like the Malfoys have always handled it,” Draco added weakly. “No one’s ever been hurt before.” Draco said the last part quietly as if that was enough of a defense.

Scorpius laughed in disbelief. “Really? And you know that for sure? That no Malfoys have ever sexually violated someone under the influence of this…this curse because you know what I think? I think they just never got caught. That the Malfoy tradition has always been to hide and pretend we’re perfect for the sake of the family honor. We certainly know how to use memory charms of all kinds and other magics that can bend the will of others to our own. Those books are strewn all over our library. And you think no other Malfoys have been capable of hurting others over the years with this curse? We’ve certainly buried enough bodies over the years to prove otherwise. That’s what Malfoys are all about, aren’t they father?”

Draco reached over to touch Scorpius' leg in comfort, but Scorpius pulled away. Draco took a deep breath and tried to explain. “Okay – I will admit that I do not know for sure that no one was hurt, but I am unaware of anyone who has been hurt. My father assured me that so long as we were tended to in a swift manner during the duration of the curse, that we were harmless. The curse only needs a simple ejaculation to end for that night’s cycle. We made arrangements to have you tended to – just as I was – just as he was in his time here.”

Scorpius stared at him incredulously and felt even sicker. “So it’s okay that for that last two years I was a time bomb, but didn’t even know I was a time bomb. That you made arrangements for Crabbe, Goyle and Potter – Albus - to tend to my “needs” without telling me? That they knew this about me – my best friends and they kept it from me?”

“Scorpius, we asked them to. It’s how we deal with it. How we’ve always managed it. Knowing about it would have distracted you from your schoolwork, attempting to cure you would have disrupted your studies even if we knew where to start. Ever since our original ancestor Arturo Malfoy received the bloodline curse, every generation has dealt with it with this way successfully.”

Scorpius stood and turned on his father and screamed, “Successfully?! I almost killed my favorite teacher. I beat and raped him. I cursed-burned my name into his skin and it can never be removed. I don’t consider that successfully managing this condition!”

“I wasn’t aware your feelings ran so deeply for him or I might have put more stringent wards around you,” Draco said in a small voice.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“This curse feeds from your subconscious desires. It’s primal. Mostly it’s just the urge to reproduce so quick ejaculation will halt the cycle.   That’s what Crabbe, Goyle and Albus were supposed to do. They were supposed to protect you.” Draco sneered as if somehow this were their fault.

Scorpius stood over his father and narrowed his eyes. “And what if I had fallen in love with Albus? Would I have done the same to him or to someone else in my class?”

“If they were locked in a room with you and your feelings had been unreciprocated for as long as it was in this case - perhaps. You would have wanted the target of your desire to be the one to mate with you but unless they fought back and angered you, you would have only made them… assist you.”

“That’s one hell of a way of saying I would have only raped them,” Scorpius began pacing around the room like a caged animal.

“It wouldn’t have needed to be intercourse.” Draco paused clearly trying to rethink the situation. “I’m not an expert but I assume you’ve had a crush on Professor Potter for some time and he’s ignored your feelings?” Draco looked at him for confirmation.

Scorpius nodded weakly. “I was just his student,” Scorpius mumbled and sat back down in a deflated huff.

“He must have angered and hurt you deeply,” Draco said as if now shifting the blame to Harry. “If he hadn’t, you may have only made him help you ejaculate in some way other than penetration.”

“You’re saying this is his fault?” Scorpius was stunned at his father’s callousness.

“Well, if he’d just given in, he wouldn’t have been hurt!” Draco spat. “I doubt you would have inflicted such injuries without a great deal of anger fueling your deepest subconscious.”

“Blame the victim?! Father, you really are a Malfoy, aren’t you?” Scorpius was disgusted.

“I’m saying this all backwards,” Draco backtracked in an evident attempt to mollify his son. “I’m theorizing that you deeply resented his apparent rejection of you – which I agree he should have since he was your teacher. But your subconscious doesn’t care why it was rejected – just that it was. It probably fed on a combination of rage and lust and the more he refused, the angrier you became. Since the curse won’t allow you to awaken until you’ve ejaculated, you were able to do things most sleeping people could never do. The subconscious remembers every thought you’ve ever had and everything you’ve ever seen and it acted in any way it could to get what it wanted and clearly...”

“Clearly, I wanted him to be mine…” Scorpius finished. “I sure did do a thorough job of it, too.” His felt sick.

Draco coughed. “It was unfortunate you charmed your orgasm to his. That’s why it took so long for the entire scenario to finish.”

“Unfortunate? That’s an understatement,” Ginny Potter had walked into the room with Minerva and Albus behind her. Her face was red – although Scorpius wasn’t sure if it was more from anger or tears. “Your son damned near killed my husband and violated him in ways I shudder to think about.   I’m not sure he will ever fully recover – certainly not from those cursed marks you so lovingly engraved into his skin.” She glared angrily at Scorpius and he withered under her fury.

Scorpius threw himself on the floor at her feet. “Mrs. Potter – I am so ashamed and disgusted. I love…I mean…I never meant…”

She stood with her arms crossed across her chest.

“I think I know what you mean and, as much as I’d like to lay the blame squarely at your feet, my son has told me you did not know you had this condition.” She said through gritted teeth. “Of course, I think some long term psychiatric help wouldn’t go to waste considering what your subconscious seems to desire,” she added pointedly. She turned to Draco Malfoy, “I blame you.”

Draco shifted his eyes to Albus. “Don’t look at my son,” Ginny said coolly. "As punishment for withholding the information from everyone, he will have to explain to his siblings what happened and his part in this unfortunate incident so he will take his lumps as well. He however truly didn’t understand the potential consequences of this lapse in judgment. He thought he was helping Scorpius and never understood the full seriousness of this condition because you failed to inform him of what could happen. He had no idea that Scorpius could become violent. Albus is suffering enough. You, however, will be hearing from my solicitor.” Draco visibly withered. “I assume you’ll want to keep this quiet and I want Harry to help decide the appropriate punishment. I think for now – removing Scorpius from Hogwarts and placing him on medical leave is the most important thing.”

Minerva stepped into the room. “Scorpius will be able to graduate. He will be homeschooled for the rest of the semester and Mrs. Potter has agreed he should be able to attend the graduation ceremony, but until he is fully recovered and sees the appropriate paperwork from the medi-wizards, he will be under house arrest. I assume that is satisfactory to you, Mr. Malfoy?

Draco and Scorpius both nodded. “More than I have a right to expect,” Scorpius cried.

Ginny spoke up again. Her posture was rigid. “I believe a sizable contribution to a muggle charity for victims of sexual crimes would be in order too. Unfortunately, the Wizarding World does not seem quite as forward thinking about those kinds of programs and nothing currently exists. Hermione Granger will be in touch with the name of an appropriate organization and with future plans for developing one that support witches and wizards who experience this type of trauma.”

“Albus will also be taking a leave of absence and finishing his schooling at home. Harry will need homecare for several months and I will need Albus to assist me.” She stared hard at both men before adding, “Harry may never fully recover.”

Ginny and Albus left, leaving the Headmistress with Draco and Scorpius.

---

“Now – I would like to know why you felt it was not Hogwarts business to know about Scorpius’ condition. We could have provided a single room with magically locked doors to prevent him from wandering the halls and attacking random students.”

Scorpius shuddered.

Draco took a deep breath. “When the Malfoys were cursed, the Crabbe and Goyle families as well as several others took an oath to support them during the three years of its duration. There is no cure. It truly is only time. Since Arturo died at 19, that’s when the curse ends for all Malfoys. If the Malfoys did not have their support, no Malfoys would have ever graduated from Hogwarts. We did what we had to.” Minerva snorted at the remaining shred of superiority Draco was trying to hold on to.

“And how did Albus fit in?”

“The Blacks were also part of the families that took the oath.  Scorpius and Albus had become close friends and Helmut Goyle and Chauncy Crabbe asked if we could include him. I spoke with Albus on the Christmas before Scorrpius’ 16^th birthday and told him. I planned to Obliviate him if he didn’t want to or seemed untrustworthy, but he pledged his own oath to me to protect Scorpius.” He looked down at his feet. “I truly didn’t expect anything like this could have happened.”

“What will you tell everyone…about why Mr. Potter was injured and his absence…?” Scorpius asked. “Won’t it seem suspicious that we’re all out together?”

“We’re concocting a ‘potion gone wrong’ accident which, Mr. Malfoy, you won’t be happy to learn will be your fault. I’ll let you know which potion you got wrong and how much you messed it up. I’m sure your fellow students will not be happy with you since the ghost of Severus Snape is coming back to finish the term. He certainly isn’t.”

He shuddered at the knowledge that the infamous Severus Snape had been witness to his madness and that madness had been enough to pull the notorious spy from his otherworldly rest. A chill went through Scorpius, as if someone danced on his own grave. He thought he saw a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye.

---

Ginny stopped by to infirmary one last time to see Harry before going home to set up his in-home care. Pomfrey agreed to continue his medical care so they would not need to go to St. Mungos. If Harry went there, everyone would know what had happened and it would be splashed across the Daily Prophet. Harry would hate it. Albus waited in the hall. She would deal with him later.

She picked up one bruised and battered arm and kissed his hands. He winced a little in pain and she tucked it back gently. She stroked his hair gently and tears welled up. Their anniversary was the following week. She would have to cancel the trip to Hawaii he had scheduled for them, secretly he thought. She had known about it for awhile as Harry was terrible with secrets. She was afraid this one would kill him. She wondered if she would ever have her sweet, generous lover again. If he would ever be his loving, playful self.

She would need to see if she could get some time off work since she had both Harry and her mother.   Her mother – Ginny couldn’t tell her now while she, herself, was still recovering. She couldn’t tell her father the exact truth. He had enough to worry about. She’d have to tell them something to explain Harry’s absence but not the entire truth. That would have to be Harry’s decision if and when he wanted to tell them.

For now, she’d have to stick with the cover story the Headmistress was concocting. Hermione was the only person Ginny felt she could talk to but she and Ron were in Australia visiting her parents and wouldn’t be back for another few days.

Ginny thought maybe she should call them back early but then waivered. She couldn’t think anymore. It was too much. From the moment Albus reached her at the Burrow, it was a downward spiral of shock, disbelief, anger and grief. She hadn’t even told Albus about his grandmother in the midst of everything. She felt lost. The calming draught Madame Pomfrey had given her was beginning to wear off. That had been the only way she had been able to make any decisions after learning what had happened. She was glad the medi-witch gave her some to take home. She gazed at her wounded husband lying so still on the bed and felt crushed by the weight of what was before them. She stroked his hair gently.

Her world was crashing around her because her strongest supporter had fallen. She needed to be strong for him. She needed to be there for him. She needed to learn to forgive her child for his lapse, but she didn’t know if she could even though he could not have understood the potential consequences. She didn’t know if she could do this but she had to find a way. She shook in fear at what the future would bring for them. She shook in anger at what had happened to her best friend, lover, husband and soul mate. She shook in pain for his loss. She just wanted to crawl up in the bed and lie down beside him but there was too much to do. And she was the only one that could do it now.

“Harry, love, get better. I love you and I miss you,” Ginny kissed his forehead as tears dripped onto his face.

“”Gin…gin…” Swollen eyes struggled to open.

“Yes, love. I’m here.”

“Love…you...”

“Me too.”

“Where am…” Harry was struggling to speak.

“Don’t you recognize Madame Pomfrey’s infirmary? I’m beginning to think it’s your favorite place since you spend so much time here.” She tried to crack a smile for him.

“What happened? I…hurt.”

“I know. We’ll talk later. I’m going to make your favorite treacle tarts for when you come home.” She half-hoped he would never remember. He had a pretty severe concussion from hitting his head so many times. At least he had spoken. That gave her some relief.   They wouldn’t know for some time what his recovery would be like. Broken bones were one thing – even, she shuddered, the anal tearing could be repaired– but brain injuries were unpredictable. And the psychological damage she couldn’t even fathom. Harry still had nightmares from his time with Voldemort and he never hurt Harry as badly as this.   She thought she’d have to get a private nurse. Madame Pomfrey said she’d see if she could recommend someone who was discreet.

There was so much to do…and all she wanted was to stay here by his side and never leave until he was well.

“Oh…Gin,” his eyes fluttered and his breathing became rapid and shallow. Sweat was beading up on his forehead and he shivered. “You’re better, you’re better…helovesmehelovesmehelovesmeheloves…” he closed his eyes and whimpered.

Her heart crushed beneath the weight of the everything that had happened. She sobbed into her husband’s chest. The world could wait a few more minutes for her strength to return. So much to do…Albus stood outside in the corridor shifting his feet nervously, looking lost as the footsteps of Lily and James walked towards him.
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