The Incident
Draco was currently a little drunk and extremely displeased.
The night of the Yule Ball was going relatively well until just about 40 minutes ago. He had danced with best friend and soon to be wife for an hour or two, sampled foods such as shrimp cocktails which his mother deemed too "uncouth" and had not so secretly gone off with Blaise and Theo and taken one too many shots of Firewhisky that Theo had stolen from his father's cabinet while Greg and Vince tried to rather pathetically (in his opinion) woo one of the many girls.
On top of that, he had completed his daily dose Potter-Watching in the matter of minutes ( but to be honest, he could stare at Potter all day long, he just doesn't get much time to do so, really! He just can't look at his "arch- enemy" all day without someone suspecting he is trying to start trouble) and to say he was looking fit was an understatement. His wizarding robes hugged his recently widened shoulders and athletic physique wonderfully ( really, he was woefully skinny in first and second year!). To be frank all that Quidditch practice was paying off really well. In addition to that, the bird nest that he likes to call his hair did not make him look idiotic but instead framed his broad face almost perfectly, making him look like the wet dream of all the girls ( including him ).
And by Merlin's sweet beard he would have loved to flirt/bully Potter, but saint Potter was too busy stepping on that stupid brown haired bint's toes. Although attractive, Potter was still as idiotic and graceless as a newborn chick.
Alas, his fun soon had to come to an end when Pansy got sick after eating those cockroach clusters that he warned against eating and according to his parents what sort of gentleman doesn't retire early and escort his date back to her room after she falls ill.
Really, sometimes he wishes that he could scream in their faces that he likes men (and especially Potter) but he is well aware that he would be kicked to the curb faster than a Nimbus 2001.
So now he walks through the damp and dreary hallways of Hogwarts with speaking portraits and unusually chatty ghosts with not a soul in sight, not even Argus Filch who he had seen gobble up all the pumpkin pasties and make creepy advances on all the girls from Beauxbatons, even some from first year.
The eerie atmosphere makes him shiver slightly from unresolved tension. He flinches quite harshly when he feels someone grab his shoulder.
He slightly inclines his head and meets the eyes of Cormac Mclaggen, the 7th year beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"Get your filthy hand away from me Mclaggen, I am not up for conversation," He says with a sneer that would make the feared bat of the dungeons proud.
"Darling~ don't be so prissy, it doesn't suit you~" He drawls seductively as he pushes him up to the wall and encases Draco in his arms.
What in the name of Salazar Slytherin!? What was Mclaggen going on about and what is with that smell!?
Oh! Mclaggen's drunk. Well, at least the Slytherins were not the only ones taking shots of liquor in the boy's lavatory, the angelic and oh-so perfect Gryffindors were doing so as well so at least if they were ever to get caught, the "saints from heaven" would be captured in their "sinful" acts as well.
However, that is besides the point, Mclaggen must think he is his girlfriend in his inebriated daze. Even he had noticed the uncanny resemblance between the both of them. They both had platinum blonde hair, although his is paler, silvery grey eyes which were almost the same shade and high, aristocratic features. Now that he really thought about it, he believed that Mclaggen's girlfriend was distantly related to the Malfoys.
"Mclaggen, I am not your girlfriend so get please do get the hell OFF ME!"
"Oh! I know that sweetheart. You do know that the only reason I even dated her was because she looked so much like you," He purred as he put his hand under his shirt and placed it gently on his chest, circling his nipple.
For a moment or two, he was frozen. Mclaggen couldn't possibly....right? He was a man for Salazar's sake! He was only 14 and he didn't even like Mclaggen like that! And besides, how could two men even do that with each other?
At the end of last year, Madam Pomfrey held a sexual education class much to the dismay of the children and herself but due the barmy headmaster's insistence that "it is important for teenagers to practice safe sex due to many pure blood parents refusal to talk about such topics ," which is true. He is well aware that his parents would rather take a leap off the astronomy tower than talk to their son about something as crude as...sex (How dirty!)
In that class, they had learned how a man's thing goes inside a woman's opening and how they should only engage in this particular...activity when they become an adult witch/wizard (and only an adult witch or wizard, "No teenage pregnancies in this school, I tell you!" were her exact words) . She also showed them the proper contraceptive and protective charms to ensure safe..reproduction although with much disdain.
Of course, he liked Potter but he didn't think about him like that. He just thought about how his eyes looked when illuminated by the sunlight or how the muscles in his arms and legs flexed when he was riding his stupidly fast fire bolt and sometimes in his wildest scenarios, when he would lay in his bed, unable to sleep, he would think about how Potter would look....kissing him...on the lips. (How shameful! What would my parents think!?)
But he was soon broken out of his stupor when he felt a pair of lips press against his own.
"Ugh! Mclaggen, get off ME!" He screamed as he kicked him in his bollocks, hard.
Mclaggen staggered off for a moment or two with a pained expression and a profanity on his lips which gave Draco enough of an opening to run to the Slytherin Dormitories which was only a hallway away.
He ran and he ran, even though he felt himself running out of breath, he kept on running for he could still see Mclaggen in the periphery of his vision and he couldn't risk Mclaggen catching him.
Although Draco was faster than Mclaggen, he was still unarmed, having left his wand in his dormitory so when Mclaggen shot a jelly-legs jinx, he was helpless to yield to it.
Mclaggen walked predatorily towards Draco, wand back in its holster.
"Mclaggen...please you don't ha-ve t-o do this, I will give you anything y-ou want but p-lease no-t this," He pleaded in an unsteady tone, he knew Malfoys don't beg, he knew that very well but Malfoys are also known for their self preservation but deep in his heart he knew his grovelling was imperative to the situation so he is sure his father wouldn't mind.
"Oh! I already have everything I need, fame, money status and of course power. The only thing I don't have is...well..you~" Mclaggen told him in an amused tone as if Draco had just told him the funniest joke in existence.
Draco was paralysed. He couldn't do anything, he desperately wanted to run, to keep on running and never come back but he couldn't get his hexed legs to move and his fear-addled brain had forgotten the counter-curse. ( Not that he could cast it! Merlin, why is he so idiotic! Father is right, he is such a failure!)
"Pl-ease, I don't w-ant th-is,"
"Are you sure about that? The way you strut around those corridors like your arse buys them for you suggests otherwise?"
...Did he really?....was he sending the wrong message?...He does show off but...not like that or does he?.....Did he really bring this on himself?...His father did always tell him that his attitude would bring trouble.....was this what he meant?....
Mclaggen took advantage of Draco's frozen state and started popping open the rest of Draco's dress shirt's buttons to gain better access to his chest.
Draco was taken out of his trance when he felt the calloused hands of a certain Quidditch player rub his nipples.
"GET OFF ME!" He screamed with the voice of a banshee, scratching and biting at anything in sight, desperate to get Mclaggen off him. In the back of his mind he knew there was no point in attacking Mclaggen. He didn't have his wand and even his legs were useless but in that moment he couldn't help but lash out.
"UGH! YOU SLUT!" Mclaggen cursed as he staggered back a couple steps with several scratches and bites on his forearms.
Although Draco's pureblood self would never admit it, in that moment he looked much like a wounded animal being chased by a much bigger, much stronger predator, yearning to just find any window of escape and get away
"INCARCEROUS!!" Mclaggen screamed as he pointed his wand at him.
Thick ropes burst out of thin air as they began to wrap around half-naked body and began to bind him in a slouched position with his back facing Mclaggen.
Mclaggen walked closer to him as Draco pleaded to be let go. He didn't care about the self-respect that Malfoys were to possess at every moment, he just wanted to be let go.
When Mclaggen was close enough to Draco to be able to feel his body heat, he turned Draco's face toward him and gently parted his lips with his thumb. He then planted a chaste kiss on Draco's lips as though he was his lover who had seen Draco after long arduous hours of classes.
"Silencio~" Mclaggen whispered seductively before he closed the gap between Draco once again and planted another chaste kiss on his cheek.
Draco could do nothing but watch as Mclaggen methodically pulled down the lower half of his wizarding robes and his underpants. He felt horrified, not even his closest friends had seen him in any form of undress and here was Mclaggen, pulling down his underwear in a Hogwarts corridor!
"Merlin...I have wanted this for so long..." He whispered as he unzipped his own pants.
This just couldn't be happening, right!? But how would his unconscious mind even come up with such a violent and crude scenario!? But there is no other explanation, he is the heir to the Malfoy lineage and an upstanding and good- natured (although some might contest that) pureblood so there is and a bonus fact is that he is a bloke and this type of thing only happens to girls!.......right?
And there is also the fact on where he will put it!? He will once again reiterate that he is a bloke and Mclaggen's a bloke too so how will this even work!? Madam Pomfery never taught them this in their sexual (Merlin! He still can't bear to say that word, how dirty!) education class.
"No where to run now, darling~" Mclaggen softly whispered as he pulled out his penis and pressed the blunt head near his entrance, gripping the soft flesh of his buttock viciously.
He can't be actually be thinking to put that in there, right!? Even a girl's privates had looked too small to fit what boys had but Madam Pomfrey had said that it lubricated...or something to make it easier but he doesn't think that his that lubricates!.........right?
He could see Mclaggen leering closer and he willed himself to wake up, he just wanted to wale up in his dorm room safe and sound, drenched in sweat from the nightmare but otherwise unharmed.
He closed his eyes and tried to shake himself out of this nightmarish scenario, and he just knew that when he would open them again, he would see the peaceful face of Theo sleeping comfortably in the next bed over and the sound of Blaise's quill embedding ink into a fresh piece of parchment, halfway done writing his daily letter to his mother, Zaira Zabini
However, when he opened his eyes again, all he could see were the chipped bricks of the old wall he was leaning onto and Mclaggen's hand which was groping his chest.
No, no, no, no, no, no just NO. This just couldn't be happening to HIM! HE IS A MALFOY FOR SALAZAR'S AND A BLOKE SO THIS JUST COULD'NT HAPPENING TO HIM! S-so why is t-this happenin-g to him........?
However, he had no more time to ponder as his thoughts were caught off by Mclaggen and thrusting half the length of his penis into his anal cavity.
Overwhelming pain blinded him, and for a moment there he thought that he died. A silent scream tore out of his mouth, scratching at his throat and his entire body tensed, physically trying its hardest to remove this foreign intrusion from itself. Tears formed in his bulging and red eyes which slid from his face and into a rapidly forming puddle on the floor. He felt a warm substance in his privates and after a moment or two finally realised that it was indeed blood and not waste that was leaking out of him and onto his thighs.
The severity of the situation finally dawned on him and he couldn't possibly believe that he was just taking it, he should be fighting or resisting.....or something!...but his limbs felt like lead and he didn't have sodding wand with him.....but it still didn't change the fact that he was taking it like a girl, like a mudblood.
"Loosen up, will you?" Mclaggen grumbled as he took out his wand and casted a spell that sounded foreign to Draco's ears.
He felt himself forcibly relax due to the spell and heard Mclaggen breathe a sigh of relief.
"Fucking finally," Mclaggen mumbled as he pushed the entire length of his penis into him.
And that is when his torture really began.
Fire licked at his veins with every single thrust, threatening to swallow him whole. Sharp jolts of pain coursed through his body every time Mclaggen pushed himself in him, emitting from his backside. He could feel his sweaty hair bunch up in clumps on his shoulder, could feel the blood trickle down his backside with every thrust and could feel the demanding hands gripping his sore skin hard enough to bruise. He could feel everything.
The pain was overwhelming, so much so that he begun to count the bricks in the wall to to distract himself until this punishment was over. Ok- Merlin! Why does this hurt so much! Ok-ok, he can do this, he is a Malfoy for Merlin’s sake! 1 brick, 2 bricks, 3 bricks, 4 bricks, 5 bricks, 6 bricks, 7 bricks, 8 bricks, 9 bricks, 10 bricks, 11 bricks, 12 bricks, 13 bricks, 14 bricks, 15 bricks, 16 bricks, 17 bricks, 18 bricks, 19 bricks, 20 bricks, 21 bricks, 22 bricks, 23 bricks, 24 bricks, 25 bricks, 26 bricks, 27 bricks, 28 bricks, 29 bricks, 30 bricks, 31 bricks, 32 bricks, 33 bricks, 34 bricks, 35 bricks, 36 bricks, 37 bricks, 38 bricks, 39 bricks, 40 bricks, 41 bricks, 42 bricks, 43 bricks, 44 bricks, 45 bricks, 46 bricks, 47 bricks, 48 bricks, 49 bricks, 50 bricks, 51 bricks, 52 bricks, 53 bricks, 54 bricks, 55 bricks, 56 bricks, 57 bricks, 58 bricks, 59 bricks, 60 bricks, 61 bricks, 62 bricks, 63 bricks, 64 bricks, 65 bricks, 66 bricks, 67 bricks, 68 bricks, 69 bricks, 70 bricks, 71 bricks, 72 bricks, 73 bricks, 74 bricks, 75 bricks, 76 bricks, 77 bricks, 78 bricks, 79 bricks, 80 bricks, 81 bricks, 82 bricks, 83 bricks, 84 bricks, 85 bricks, 86 bricks, 87 bricks, 88 bricks, 89 bricks, 90 bricks, 91 bricks, 92 bricks, 93 bricks, 94 bricks, 95 bricks, 96 bricks, 97 bricks, 98 bricks, 99 bricks, 100 bricks, 101 bricks, 102 bricks, 103 bricks, 104 bricks, 105 bricks, 106 bricks, 107 bricks, 108 bricks, 109 bricks, 110 bricks, 111 bricks, 112 bricks, 113 bricks, 114 bricks, 115 bricks, 116 bricks, 117 bricks, 118 bricks, 119 bricks, 120 bricks, 121 bricks, 122 bricks, 123 bricks, 124 bricks, 125 bricks, 126 bricks, 127 bricks, 128 bricks, 129 bricks, 130 bricks, 131 bricks, 132 bricks, 133 bricks, 134 bricks, 135 bricks, 136 bricks, 137 bricks, 138 bricks, 139 bricks, 140 bricks, 141 bricks, 142 bricks, 143 bricks, 144 bricks, 145 bricks, 146 bricks, 147 bricks, 148 bricks, 149 bricks, 150 bricks, 151 bricks, 152 bricks, 153 bricks, 154 bricks, 155 bricks, 156 bricks, 157 bricks, 158 bricks, 159 bricks, 160 bricks, 161 bricks, 162 bricks, 163 bricks, 164 bricks, 165 bricks, 166 bricks, 167 bricks, 168 bricks, 169 bricks-
After a while, he begun to loose himself in his counting, the pain drifting away with each count. He could feel his inner conscious leave his physical body and become a mere spectator in the torture of a poor boy all alone in a corridor. He watched as Mclaggen assaulted and mutilated the boy with love bites, hand prints and bruises and could not help but feel utter disgust and loathing at the perpetrator but also the "victim". At the perpetrator for committing the act but also at the "victim" for letting it happen when any self respecting wizard should be able to defend himself.
After what felt like an eternity, his torture finally ended and Mclaggen pulled himself out of his bruised and battered body.
He zipped up his briefs, buttoned up some loose buttons of his shirt, brushed of his coat and fixed his hair as though Draco and him had been engaging in a riveting conversation. He then released Draco of the binds that held him.
"Now listen, darling, you can't tell anyone about what happened today. If you do tell, remember that I have a little sister in second year who would gladly tell everyone that you touched her with a little encouragement from her big brother. So keep your mouth shut for your own good because who in their right mind would believe a slimy Slytherin slut rather than a respectable Gryffindor? That's right! No one," Mclaggen drawled on as if his monologue was the most amusing thing in the world.
Draco couldn't even register or understand any of what Mclaggen was saying, too inebriated by the pain to even think straight.
"Well, this was fun, I'll see you later now darling," Mclaggen promised, sickly amused by the sight of Draco writhing in pain.
After his little one-sided conversation, Mclaggen put his hands into his pant pockets and wordlessly left in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, leaving Draco to rot in a silent hallway while others enjoyed a party in the nearby distance.