Day 17 - NonCon
***Trigger Warning: Non-Consensual Sex***
The dimly lit chamber beneath Malfoy Manor was cold and uninviting, the stone walls echoing with a heavy, oppressive silence. The war had taken its toll, leaving nothing but shattered remnants of a world Harry had once known. Captured during a failed mission, Harry now found himself in the clutches of the very person he had spent years fighting against: Draco Malfoy.
But this wasn't the Draco Harry had known from school. This was a different Draco—hardened by the war, marked by the Dark Lord's influence, and cruel in a way that Harry had never thought possible.
Harry stood in the center of the room, his hands bound in heavy iron chains that hung from the ceiling, keeping him upright but with just enough slack to move, to fight. His wrists ached, the rough metal biting into his skin, but Harry's glare never wavered. His eyes locked on Draco, who stood before him, dressed in black robes, the Dark Mark prominent on his forearm.
Draco's eyes gleamed with cold amusement as he watched Harry, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You should know better than to fight back by now, Potter," Draco drawled, his voice low and smooth as he took a slow step closer, his boots clicking against the stone floor. "You belong to me now."
Harry's entire body tensed at the words, his heart pounding in his chest as a surge of anger and defiance coursed through him. "I don't belong to anyone," Harry spat, his voice thick with contempt as he struggled against the chains that bound him. "Least of all you, Malfoy."
Draco's smirk widened, and he took another step closer, his eyes darkening with a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous. "Still fighting back," Draco murmured, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "You'll learn soon enough."
Harry's breath hitched as Draco reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Harry's cheek, a touch that was both possessive and cold. The gesture made Harry's skin crawl, and he jerked his head away, a growl of defiance escaping his throat.
"Don't touch me," Harry snapped, his voice thick with hatred as he glared at Draco, his body trembling with both anger and the desperate urge to fight back. "You're a monster."
Draco's smirk faltered for a brief moment, his eyes narrowing as his fingers tightened around Harry's chin, forcing Harry to meet his gaze. "A monster?" Draco repeated, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Harry's ear. "Is that what you think of me, Potter?"
Harry's heart raced in his chest, but he refused to back down, refused to show Draco any sign of weakness. "You're a Death Eater," Harry muttered, his voice thick with disgust. "You're nothing but a coward who hides behind the Dark Lord."
Draco's expression darkened, the amusement in his eyes replaced by something far more sinister. Without warning, Draco's hand shot out, gripping Harry's throat with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Harry's ear.
"You'll regret that," Draco growled, his voice low and filled with venom as he squeezed Harry's throat just hard enough to make Harry's breath hitch. "You belong to me now, Potter. And I'll do whatever I want with you."
Harry struggled against Draco's grip, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he tried to pull away, but the chains held him in place, leaving him helpless. Despite the fear gnawing at his insides, Harry's glare never wavered, his defiance burning bright in his eyes.
"You can't break me, Malfoy," Harry gasped, his voice strained as Draco's grip tightened around his throat. "I'll never give in to you."
Draco's smirk returned, but it was colder now, more dangerous. "We'll see about that," Draco muttered, his hand sliding down to Harry's chest, fingers trailing over the fabric of Harry's tattered shirt before yanking it open, exposing the pale skin beneath.
Harry's breath hitched, his entire body trembling as Draco's fingers brushed over his skin, the touch possessive and unrelenting. "No," Harry muttered, his voice shaking with both fear and anger as he tried to pull away, but Draco's hand held him in place.
Draco's eyes darkened with something primal, something twisted, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Harry's neck in a way that made Harry's skin crawl. "You can fight all you want," Draco whispered, his voice low and full of dark amusement. "But you'll submit to me eventually. They always do."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way out, a way to escape the situation. But there was no escape—the chains held him in place, and Draco's hold on him was unrelenting.
"Stop," Harry muttered, his voice thick with desperation as Draco's hands slid lower, fingers brushing over the waistband of his trousers. "Don't do this."
Draco's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he pressed closer, his hand slipping inside Harry's trousers, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin. "You don't get to say no, Potter," Draco growled, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Harry's ear. "You belong to me now."
Harry's body trembled with a mixture of fear and rage, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as Draco's hand continued its relentless exploration. The sensation of Draco's touch, the possessiveness in his voice, made Harry's skin crawl, and he jerked against the chains, desperate to free himself.
"I said no," Harry growled, his voice thick with defiance as he glared at Draco, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the fear that gnawed at his insides. "You're not going to win this, Malfoy."
Draco's expression darkened, and he leaned in closer, his hand tightening on Harry's waist as his breath ghosted over Harry's skin. "You don't have a choice," Draco muttered, his voice low and dangerous as his hand slid lower. "You're mine."
Harry's breath hitched, his heart racing as Draco's touch became more insistent, more possessive. Every instinct in Harry's body screamed at him to fight back, to push Draco away, but the chains held him in place, leaving him at Draco's mercy.
Draco's hand moved with deliberate precision, his fingers stroking Harry in a way that made his entire body tense with a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal. "You can pretend to hate this all you want, Potter," Draco muttered, his voice thick with dark amusement as his hand tightened around Harry's cock. "But your body is telling me otherwise."
Harry's breath came in short, ragged bursts, his entire body trembling as Draco's hand continued its relentless torment. He hated the way his body responded, the way the heat built inside him despite the anger and disgust swirling in his chest.
"Fuck you," Harry spat, his voice thick with contempt as he struggled against the chains, his body jerking with every movement. "I'll never be yours."
Draco chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Harry's neck in a way that made Harry's skin crawl. "You already are," Draco whispered, his voice low and full of dark satisfaction. "You just haven't accepted it yet."
Harry's body trembled with rage, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Draco's hand moved faster, stroking him with brutal precision. The pleasure built against Harry's will, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed for it to stop.
"No," Harry gasped, his voice breaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "Stop—please—"
Draco's smirk widened as he pressed closer, his lips brushing against Harry's ear. "Come for me, Potter," Draco growled softly, his voice thick with command. "You belong to me now."
Harry's entire body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as the pleasure finally overwhelmed him, his body trembling with the force of his unwanted orgasm. He came, his release spilling over Draco's hand, his body jerking against the chains as he gasped for breath.
Draco's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Harry fall apart, his grip on Harry's cock tightening as he milked every last drop of Harry's release. "Good boy," Draco muttered, his voice full of dark amusement as he leaned in, pressing a possessive kiss to Harry's neck.
Harry's body sagged against the chains, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the last waves of his orgasm ebbed away. His entire body trembled with a mixture of exhaustion and disgust, his mind spinning with the realization of what had just happened.
Draco stepped back, wiping his hand on the hem of Harry's shirt as he looked down at him with a satisfied smirk. "You can fight all you want," Draco muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "But in the end, you'll always belong to me."
Draco loomed over him, his eyes gleaming with a dark, insatiable hunger. His lips curled into a cruel smirk as he looked down at Harry, who was barely able to keep his eyes open, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. Harry had already been pushed past his limits, his body used and trembling with the force of the relentless assault.
But Draco wasn't done.
"Look at you, Potter," Draco drawled, his voice low and full of dark satisfaction as he ran a hand down Harry's chest, his fingers brushing over the sweat-slicked skin. "You're completely fucked out, aren't you?"
Harry's eyes fluttered, barely able to focus as he tried to catch his breath. His body was on fire, every nerve overstimulated, his mind swimming in a haze of exhaustion and pleasure. He couldn't even muster the strength to speak, his lips parting in a soft, broken moan as Draco's hand trailed lower, brushing over his spent cock.
"Don't think this is over," Draco murmured, his voice dripping with amusement as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Harry's ear. "I'm far from done with you."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling as Draco's fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly, deliberately. The overstimulation sent shudders through Harry's body, his breath hitching as he weakly tried to pull away, but the chains held him in place, leaving him completely at Draco's mercy.
"Please," Harry gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as his head fell back against the pillow, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. "I—I can't—"
Draco's smirk widened, his fingers tightening around Harry's cock as he stroked him harder, his movements rough and unrelenting. "You don't get to decide when this ends, Potter," Draco growled, his voice thick with command. "I do."
Harry's entire body tensed, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Draco's hand moved faster, his cock already twitching despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on him. His mind screamed for it to stop, but his body responded anyway, the unwanted pleasure building again, even though he had nothing left to give.
Draco leaned down, his lips brushing over Harry's neck as his hand continued its brutal assault. "You're mine," Draco muttered, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore."
Harry's vision blurred, his mind spinning as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The overstimulation was too much—too intense—and Harry's body trembled violently as his breath hitched in his throat. His mind couldn't keep up, his thoughts fragmenting under the pressure of Draco's relentless pace.
"Draco—please—" Harry gasped, his voice weak as his body shook, teetering on the edge of consciousness. "I—I can't—"
But Draco didn't stop. His hand moved faster, his fingers tightening around Harry's cock as he pushed him closer and closer to the brink, the pleasure overwhelming Harry's senses. And then, with one final, brutal stroke, Harry's entire body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as his orgasm tore through him, his release spilling over Draco's hand.
But the intensity, the exhaustion, the relentless pleasure—it was too much. As the last waves of his orgasm crashed over him, Harry's vision went dark, his body going limp as he slipped into unconsciousness, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.
Draco's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Harry's body go still, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Weak, Potter," Draco muttered, his voice full of dark amusement as he looked down at Harry, who lay completely still, his chest rising and falling with slow, shallow breaths.
But Draco wasn't done.
Even as Harry lay unconscious beneath him, Draco's lust still burned, the need to take, to claim, to dominate pulsing through his veins. With a low growl, Draco positioned himself between Harry's legs, his cock already hard and aching with need as he lined himself up with Harry's entrance.
Without hesitation, Draco thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Harry's slick, used body. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, hot, perfect—and Draco groaned, his hands gripping Harry's hips as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way Harry's body clenched around him, even in unconsciousness.
"You're still mine, Potter," Draco growled softly, his voice full of dark satisfaction as he thrust deeper, harder, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Even like this."
The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, Draco's rough, deliberate thrusts echoing through the quiet dungeon as he fucked Harry's limp, unconscious body. The sight of Harry—completely vulnerable, completely at his mercy—sent a surge of raw desire through Draco's body, pushing him closer to the edge with every movement.
Draco's fingers dug into Harry's hips, his grip bruising as he thrust harder, his cock slamming into Harry's body with each brutal stroke. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak as he took Harry, even in his unresponsive state.
And then, with a low, guttural groan, Draco's body tensed, his cock pulsing as his release hit him with a force that left him breathless. He buried himself deep inside Harry, filling him completely as his entire body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm.
Draco stayed like that for a long moment, his forehead resting against Harry's chest as he caught his breath, his body still trembling from the force of his release. Slowly, he pulled out, his cock slipping from Harry's body with a soft, wet sound.
As Draco stood back, he looked down at Harry's unconscious form, his chest still rising and falling with slow, shallow breaths. A small, satisfied smile tugged at Draco's lips as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from Harry's face.
"Still so pathetic," Draco muttered softly, his voice full of dark amusement as he leaned in, pressing a possessive kiss to Harry's lips. "But you're mine, Potter. You always will be."
And then, as if on cue, Harry's body stirred, a soft, pained moan escaping his lips as he slowly blinked his eyes open, the haze of unconsciousness lifting just enough for him to realize what had happened.
Draco's smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Harry's neck, pulling him into another brutal, possessive kiss. "Welcome back," Draco whispered against Harry's lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Did you miss me?"
Harry's body trembled beneath him, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he tried to gather his thoughts, tried to fight through the exhaustion and the overwhelming sensation of being taken, even in unconsciousness.
But Draco wasn't done.
Before Harry could even form a coherent response, Draco was on him again, his hands gripping Harry's hips as he positioned himself between Harry's legs once more. The heat between them was unbearable, the tension crackling in the air as Draco lined himself up with Harry's entrance again.
"You're not done yet, Potter," Draco growled softly, his voice low and full of command as he thrust forward, burying himself inside Harry once more. "Not even close."