Deceive Me, Rape Me, Kill Me, But Never Lie To Me.

Chapter Two - Point Of No Return

"You can't abandon me,
You belong to me
breathe in and take my life in you
no longer myself only you
theres no escaping me my love
surrender"

-Evanescence, Surrender [Author ID1: at Wed Feb 15 11:27:00 2006 ] [Author ID1: at Wed Feb 15 11:28:00 2006 ]

Tiredness didn't seem to come. I lay in my dorm in my four poster bed curled into a tight ball. A tear occasionally ran down my cheek, to be hurriedly wiped away. I could hear the other boys fast asleep, Crabbe and Goyle were snoring as usual. I looked at my watch on the bedside table which read, 2:25am. I stared up in the ceiling. I dreaded for the new day to dawn. I didn't want to see Harry and least of all Draco.

I had been hiding all day in my dorm just lying in bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I hadn't even come down for lunch or supper. All day memories of what had happened in that classroom haunted me like some Dementor preying over its victim. I had indeed felt bad when he had left me, but that was nothing to as to what I had felt like when Draco finally had let me out.

I sat up in bed and combed my hand through my hair. I could still feel Draco's hands on me, hear his voice, feel his breath, and feel Draco inside of me, penetrating me. I felt dirty. Beyond dirty. Dirt, like that of which you will never get off of yourself as much as you may try but it sticks to you because you remember. Remember what happened and the memory becomes the dirt, the ever haunting shadow, following you wherever you are, always watching you.

I got up from the bed and as I was already fully clothed, silently left the room. I went through the common room and out to the dungeon halls and further up the marble staircase. When I finally stood outside the Prefects' bathroom having muttered the password and gotten in, I relaxed. This place had a way of making me relax and forget my problems never mind how big they were. It was always warm here and always had a smell of lavender.

I went over to the swim bath, as I called it, and turned on a few taps, undressing my self I got into it. In no time the tub was filled, I leaned back and closed my eyes.

I had been so stupid to ever let Draco even touch me in the infirmary so long ago. I was a fool to believe that I would never care and that everything would be just fine living a lie that would sooner or later be revealed and the fire would burn fiercely. I thought it would have been so easy; everything seems so easy when it is in your head but it is a completely different story to get it out in the real world.

I breathed in and slithered down under the water. The water was warm upon my face. The silence down there was pressing upon my ears but I ignored. I felt free, like I had nothing to worry about. No looming tomorrow when I would have to face Harry and Draco, no nothing. I thought about how easy it would be just staying down here under the water. I had heard that it shouldn't be so bad to drown at all.

A pair of hands grabbed hold of me from nowhere and began dragging me up from the tub, from the ignorant bliss of stillness. I was struggling and fell over the edge of the tub and down on my perpetrator.

I scurried away and grabbed hold of a towel and stood up facing whoever it was who had dragged me from the water.

"Trying to kill yourself or what? You're fucking insane!" a familiar voice spat, getting up from the floor, panting.

"Me?" I said, nonplussed. How did he know I was here?

"Don't you ever do that again, hear me?" Harry said angrily, coming over to me. "Never..."

We stood looking in each other's eyes for a while and he suddenly smiled.

"What?" I said, searching his eyes for an answer.

"You know, you look so damn hot when you're all wet and naked," Harry said, closing the distance between us, his eyes shining.

I swallowed. I knew what he would do next and, honestly, I didn't feel like it just now.

"I..." I said, almost apologetic.

I saw the frown on his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"What is it, love?" Harry purred, putting his hands to rest on my chest drawing circles with the tips of his fingers.

"I..." I started, my breath catching as he pinched one of my nipples.

"I really..." His arms wound their way around my waist, his lips ghosting over mine.

"Come on say it, love. We haven't got all night you know," he said teasingly, nibbling my lips.

"What I mean to say is-" His hand moved down my stomach and further down and captured my cock making me moan.

"Love, I really don't see any sense in what you're telling me," Harry said teasingly, gently stroking up and down.

I couldn't bring any words forth. I just wanted to lose myself so I let him do whatever he wanted with me and I quite liked it too. I felt like it was cleansing me. I let the towel fall and started to unbutton his robes, all the while kissing him. Soon we were both standing naked in the bathroom, savouring a kiss that seemed to last forever.

"Mmm... love... you..." Harry murmured in-between the kiss.

I broke it and looked into those glassy, sexy green eyes I had loved for years.

"I love you too... I love you too," I said, tracing a line across his red swollen lips with my finger tips.

"The lovers are discovered, huh?" A bitter drawl suddenly sounded from across the room.

We swung our heads around to watch the blonde who stepped further into the room.

"Get out of here, Malfoy!" Harry hissed dangerously, forgetting about his nakedness.

"I have as much right to be here as you do, Potter!" he retorted back, and continued, "Besides I have something very important to discuss with Jack."

"You just get the hell out of here!" I warned, my eyes getting dark.

Draco merely chuckled.

"No. Not just yet," he said, sitting down gracefully on a wooden bench.

"If you do not get out of here this instant I will not be responsible for the consequences!" I spoke, dangerously calm. "And how the hell did you get here? How did you know?"

"You are really hurting my heart here, Jack," Draco said, dramatically putting a hand to his chest his face a mask of despair. "Well, I heard you when you left the dorm, so I followed you here, Pretty."

Draco looked up and down at my body.

"What a nerve you have. Potter did that to you?" Draco asked, pointing at my body.

I looked down and had to swallow. On my hips, ugly blue bruises were in stark contrast to my porcelain skin. I could feel Harry tense behind me, but I ignored it.

"Cut the crap and just get the hell out of here," I said, my eyes boring menacingly into Draco's.

"You better watch out my fine friend," Draco said, standing up slowly. ""Life isn't a rehearsal; you only have one time to get it right."

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm sugar and spice and everything nice. Before you mess with me, you better think twice," I said bitterly, my teeth clenched.

"Sweet. Really sweet. Now all I'm missing is a blond haired girl with a pink lollipop, pony tails and a mini-skirt," Draco said, smirk in place.

"Sure that would suit you as it is your own words I've just used. Go play the Slytherin whore if you like. You will probably succeed with grandiosity, no doubt!"

"How dare you!" Draco spat, his pale cheeks getting pink. "You little cock licker!"

"No, I leave that job to you as you do it so well," I said, sounding bored. "Well if you don't mind, we would like some privacy. The door is right behind you."

"You will regret this! Mark my words; you will regret saying those words to me ever!" And with that Draco flung open the door and strode out of it, slamming it shut.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked bewildered. "You're hurt..." he added concerned, looking down to my bruises on my hips.

"Never you mind. We have far more important things to do than discuss Draco Bloody Malfoy and bruises."

"I do think you owe me an explanation for those nasty bruises though," he said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest.

I looked down at my self. I really ought to tell him the truth, but telling him just that could ruin everything. Simple as that. Everything. I dreaded looking up into those endless pools of jade so I held my gaze downwards tracing one of the markings on my belly.

"Listen can't we talk about this another day?" I asked, already knowing the answer before it was said, looking up just a bit.

"No. I want to know this now. Not tomorrow, or next week, or sometime next month when you come around ready to tell me," he said, moving in on me, his arms still crossed. "I don't want this hide and seek stuff, why can't you just tell me?"

I felt a lump in my throat. Yes, I should have told him, but how? How to tell... all the crap I had been fooling around doing with Draco...

"Look at me, Jack," Harry said, crooking his neck to the right to catch my eye.

I took a breath and looked up to meet his eye.

"Alright, I'll tell you. But don't skin me before I'm finished telling you my story," I said, receiving a nod from him, and began telling about the day when I first woke in the infirmary after the Quidditch match.

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Draco was fuming with fury. How dare Jack speak to him like that, so reckless and ill-mannered? He clenched his fists until his knuckles where white. After all, was it not him, Draco Malfoy, who had given him his first kiss? He would show him who the real whore was, oh, yes he would. No one ever talked to a Malfoy like that and no one, no exceptions ever made, would go unscathed from doing it.

He stormed down the corridors until he reached the dungeons and slowed down. Maybe he just hadn't taught him right today in that classroom, he thought to himself. Yes that was probably it. Jack just didn't have the decency in him to know when it was wise not to speak rudely to a Malfoy. He would show him just what a Malfoy would do to one who had no boundaries in rudeness.

He could wait here and see when Jack turned up and give him a nice little surprise. He chuckled to himself as he walked over to a classroom he knew were empty, apart from the dusty tables and chairs in it, and waited.

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"But..." he stammered. "Why? Why didn't you just tell me...?" he asked in a small voice.

I was silent for a moment.

"Because... because I thought I could handle it alone."

After my words, an awkward silence fell between us. Neither of us looked each other in the eye and neither of us spoke. We just sat there, in the middle of the floor, doing absolutely nothing at all.

"Please, don't hate me," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but it felt as a thousand knives cutting glass.

Silence.

A tear ran down my chin.

And he left me.

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