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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy/Voldemort, Hermione_Granger/Ron
      Weasley, Pansy_Parkinson/Blaise_Zabini
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Voldemort, Tom_Riddle, Hermione_Granger, Ron
      Weasley, Pansy_Parkinson, Blaise_Zabini, Lucius_Malfoy, Narcissa_Malfoy,
      Severus_Snape, Dumbledore, Minerva_McGonagall, Vincent_Crabbe, Theodore
      Nott, Gregory_Goyle
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      rest_are_on_the_side, sort_of, also, there_are_brief_mentions, OF, Mpreg,
      I'm_using, the_word, progenitor, from_the_fic, saving_draco, seriously,
      this_fic, is_twisted, and_evil, and_sickening
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      Published: 2012-12-10 Updated: 2013-03-08 Chapters: 6/? Words: 1692
****** Finding Draco ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     This is a story of rape. This is a story of impregnation. This is a
     story of bondage. This is a story of hurt. This is a story of pain.
     This is a story of death. This is a story of Draco.
     But. . .
     This is also a story of hope. This is also a story of love. This is
     also a story of happiness. This is also a story of rescue. This is
     also a story of life. This is a story of Harry.
  This work was inspired by
      Saving_Draco_Malfoy by Dayspring
***** Chapter 1 *****
The first time father presented me to the Dark Lord, mouth set in a grim line,
I thought that perhaps I would be branded. I thought that perhaps I would be
given a mission. I thought that perhaps, perhaps, the Dark Lord saw something
in me that nobody else did. I was partially right. He had smiled, an atrocious
and fear inspiring sight. He whispered "Perfect." He made me perform several
spells on innocent muggles. He laughed with cruel delight. I thought it meant
something. I thought I was going to be something. I thought I was going to do
something. I thought that finally I had earned the recognition I deserved. I
suppose that, again, I was partially right. The Dark Lord told father that I
would do and that I would need to be prepared before a month's time. Father had
somberly nodded and we apparated back home. Mother was waiting for us, house
elves with tea in the sitting room. Her face was red, and I knew it was from
crying. Like the good son I was, am, I embraced her tenderly and sat down next
to her. My father regarded us with something akin to regret in his eyes. I wish
I had known why.
Father told me that he would be packing my bags for Hogwarts this time.
On the train, I was oddly silent. Everyone noticed. Pansy kept glaring at me
and asking if something was wrong. Blaise cast suspicious glances, but kept his
mouth shut. Crabbe and Goyle offered me food. Theodore frowned. Even when
Potter and his dimwitted cronies came onboard, I didn't feel the need to harass
them.
Unpacking was probably the most upsetting thing though. Because that's when I
realized what was happening. What was going on. What was going to happen. What
was going to happen. . . To me.
I pulled out shimmery, silky, white robes lined with Slytherin green that would
drape over my slender seeker frame gracefully and. . . seductively. I found
lube, expensive and magically enhanced. Wizard porn. Gaywizard porn. And
finally, a book on impregnation, with a special chapter marked out for
progenitors. Father had packed my bags. The mysterious looks. Mother's refusal
to talk. The Dark Lord's delight. It all came together. I was going to bear the
Dark Lord's heir.  
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
I should be honored that the Dark Lord has chosen me to procreate with. I
should be delighted that I'll be that close with him. I should be excited that
I'll be bearing the Dark Lord's child. But I'm not. I'm confused. I'm angry.
I'm. . . scared. The Dark Lord is merciless and cruel. He'll treat me like an
object. It'll hurt. I'll have to endure his cold and clammy hands (I expect
that's what they're like) trailing my body. Maybe he'll even crucio me to get
off. He's a twisted, sick bastard. And I'll be at the mercy of him. Merlin help
me.
I don't know what to do. The only thing I can do at this moment is to. . .
Prepare. That must be why father put all those items in my bags. He knows what
will happen. He knows the Dark Lord will be disgusting and relentless and
painful. So the only thing I can do is to prepare.
It's not the idea really of having a man in me so much as it is that it's,
well, it'shim! He'll be impregnating me! And I have no choice in the matter.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is from Harry's point of view
It was suspicious, how Draco Malfoy seemed to be almost. . . Avoiding him.
Hermione said he was being a bit of a berk, and Ron said that Malfoy was an
arsehole whatever the "bloody ferret" does. It was disconcerting, if Harry
didn't know any better, then he would almost say he was. . .
*shudder* concerned. Malfoy must be serving Voldemort somehow, if the dodgy
blighter was so worried about running into him. They didn't even trade scathing
comments any more. They just. . . Were. They'd see each other, and Malfoy would
just stare at him like he couldn't see him until the git would turn around in
realization. It was infuriating really, how Malfoy didn't even acknowledge his
existence. Infuriating, and. . . Suspicious.
This would call for some serious investigating. 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Harry's perspective, first pod
    Coming out of Potions with Ron and Hermione, I accidentally bumped into
none other but Draco Malfoy. Books, quills, and parchment all went flying as
the other students hurried along. Ron sneered at Malfoy as the boy bent down
fluidly, picking up the dropped items with a sort of blank grace. I reached
down to grab one of the items and handed it to Malfoy, who stared at me before
accepting it. He muttered a "thanks" and rushed off, his two croonies following
hurredly. I felt that urge to follow him, the shock of blond hair disappearing
as he drew farther and farther away. So I did. 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry followed Draco cautiously, dismayed when the young blonde turned into an
empty corridor. There'd be no way to follow him through without being noticed.
Sighing with disappointment, Harry turned to leave when he heard a yelp. He
reached for his wand and twirled to see Draco pinned against the wall by
Theodore Nott. Harry drew in a sharp breath and waited in silence, dearly
hoping the two wouldn't see him.
"The young Malfoy heir, who would have thought you'd end up like this?" Nott
purred as he wrestled Draco's arms above his head. Draco glared and thrashed
with as much anger as he could, but his weak arms stayed pinned under Nott's
large palms.
"Shut it, Nott. Mind your own business," Draco snarled. Harry's eyebrows
furrowed in confusion, wondering what they was talking about.
"Why so angry? I was just going to offer my, ah, assistance," Nott smirked as
Draco's face heated up. Draco thrashed again, his body pushing against Nott's
forcefully.
"Assistance? Like hell I'd let you even near me," Draco spat out and Nott shook
his head with mock regret. Harry was even more bewildered now.
"Well, seeing as I'm already near you, I'd say you don't have much choice in
the matter," Nott growled, and to Harry's surprise, ground his hips against
Draco's. Draco whimpered and fought to get out of the bigger boy's grip. Nott
laughed cruelly and held on tighter.
"S-Stop, t-the D-He will punish the both of us if I'm not pure," Draco
protested, his voice high pitched and wavering. Harry didn't know what to make
of this, this scared Draco.
"Not all the way, but I'm sure I heard something about practicing, hmm?" Nott
grinned lecherously and leaned down to bite Draco's neck gently, one of his
hands sliding down to slither under the blonde boy's shirt. Harry stared with
abject fascination, wondering where this was all going.
"By myself you dimwit! Do you really think the Dark Lord won't recognize your
magical signature? The Notts will be written all over me. And it won't only be
you who will be punished. Your father and mother will definitely face the
consequences as well," Draco sneered, though his flushed face trembled with
fear. Upon hearing his words, Nott twitched and stonily stepped back. The two
stared at each other and finally Nott backed up a couple more steps before
turning around and walking off. Draco sighed and rested against the wall for a
second before standing up shakily. And then he too, walked off.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm really not liking how my story is coming out at all :o/
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Draco's POV
I can't say that I saw this coming. Honestly, I didn't. I really, truly didn't.
I thought that Father would be Lord Voldemort's right hand man, and that I'd be
made into a Death Eater. I thought that we'd get special treatment or
something. I thought that I'd get jobs, duties, responsibilities. That I'd be
able to do things only I could do. Important things. Well, I mean, I suppose
bearing the Dark Lord's child is an important responsibility only I can do, but
it's not at all what I had hoped for, planned for, expected for. No, it
couldn't have been expected that Father would mess up. That Father would bring
us all into the Dark Lord's contempt. The Dark Lord probably crucio-ed Mother
and Father until they had some use. And, that use was me. Is me. Will be me.
Me. 
I can't imagine what it'd be like, having someone. . .  Invade me like that. I
can't imagine-Would he do it nude? Or would he just move aside his clothing and
defile me, quick and clean? Ah, of course not. The Dark Lord is not clean, and
certainly not quick (because honestly, he can't kill Harry Potter, from when he
was a mere baby to a teenager). Would he force me to make him hard? How would
he take me? What would it feel like? Well, I can probably guess. 
My housemates too, the ones with parents in the circle. They look at me with
open scorn. I'm nothing but a laughingstock to them. The only ones I have are
Pansy and Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle have completely abandoned me on their
parents' demands. Pansy sees me with eyes full of pity and Blaise just silently
claps my shoulder, or gives me his dessert. It's nice, being able to at least
have some people. 
Speaking of people, Potter seems to be staring at me differently lately. He's
always been such a Gryffindork, looking at me all the time with that haughty
glare, like he knows what it's like. Like he could ever know. Like he could
ever know what it's like, your home being invaded. The beautiful Manor, once
splendid and fabulous with Mother smiling and greeting guests and Father
looking distinguished and proud. The beautiful Manor, invaded by that
hypocritical half-blood evil noseless snake. Ruined. Blood. Everywhere. And the
screams, Nagini, the looks. The nightmares. Potter couldn't understand. He
couldn't. He can't. And now he's giving me other looks, looks of confusion and
curiousity. What is he curious about? What evil plan does he believe I'm
concocting now? What could I possibly be doing to make him think I'm up to no
good? I'll need to take care of that. Else, Mother or Father could get
punished. 
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