When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 24. Raped

-Draco's pov-

His hand cupped my chin as he tilted my head up, I tried to resist but his other hand stopped me from moving. Slowly... He lowered his head to kiss me. Why is he doing this? Tears flowed from my eyes. I kept my mouth shut.

"Why can't it be me? Why can't I ever... Get what I want? Why can't I ever... get my love returned?" he said. More to himself than to me. "p..pplease, stop." I whispered. These tears was so familiar to me. It was all so familiar... except now there was feelings. It wasn't a bloodthirsty maniac... It was a man I've known in my whole life, a man I didn't want to hurt, but who hurt me.

"Snape... please!"

"Severus... Call me Severus. Just once." he said, looking into my eyes. I kept my mouth shut. I wont say it.

"Say it!" he screamed. His hand slammed at the wall behind me, his eyes glassy with tears. I was afraid. "S..sss..Severus." I said, shaking. His lips curled in a small smile. "Yes, just like that. My name suit your lips." he said as he kissed me once again. He pressed his body against mine. His hand that cupped my chin begun to travel down my neck, chest, hips... He took his thumb inside my trousers, and let his hand hang loosely. Then he took the other hand, and held it around my neck. I struggled, but to no avail. I couldn't get away.

His whole hand got into my trousers and back so it cupped my right buttock. I just wanted to scream, but I couldn't open my mouth.

I hit him as hard as I could with my hands, but he wouldn't even budge. Then I started pulling his hair. He let go of me but cached my wrists. He pulled me to the table where my drawing was lying. He swept it all away, down on to the ground, and then forced me to lie down, back down. I was breathing heavily and he took the opportunity to kiss me deeply, tongue exploring my mouth, just like Harry had, but this wasn't Harry, this didn't feel safe. This was wrong, the veela part of me screamed, this was wrong, so very very very wrong.

With one hand he held my arms over my head, and with his other, he started unzipping my pants. He took them off, together with my underwear. He started unbuttoning my shirt, he had a bit trouble with using only one hand, but it worked. My bare chest was exposed. He took off the shirt.

"Stop this! I hate you!" I yelled. I heard Snape mutter something while waving his wand, a locking spell? He cast another spell, a silencing spell. I couldn't say a word. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Snape traced my scars with his fingers. Kissed them. His hand was on my crotch, massaging my cock. I twisted and turned, but I couldn't get my wrists out of his grip.

My limp cock slowly started to get erect. I closed my eyes. This wasn't happening. I was supposed to be safe at Hogwarts. No one would be able to do this if I didn't want them to, and the only one I want to touch me is Harry. Oh, Harry, where are you? Save me!

Snape's hand begun to travel down to my hole. One finger entered. I felt the cold inside me. It moved, further in, the whole finger. A second one. Snape's fingers started scissoring. I knew what he did, he prepared me. There were only a few ones who had mercy enough to prepare me before.

I tried to kick him, but he was between my legs. I couldn't do anything. But then the cold fingers left. I felt only a moments relief as I heard a sipper get undone. Snape's robes fell to the ground and soon stood a naked professor in front of me. He took a firm grip on me, and even though I hit and kicked as much as I could, he didn't budge. He pressed my knees against my chest so my butt was totally exposed for him. He used a piece of clothning to bind my hands to a leg of the table so I couldn't use them. I laid across the table, crying and erect. I hated this. Why was I stupid enough to think that anything could change? That I could be safe? Why didn't I die when I should have? Why did I have to listen to Potter? Why did it have to hurt so much when I thought about him seeing what happens to me now?

It hurt. Snape pressed slowly, but it hurt. He didn't just thrust in like the most people did, but it still hurt.

I didn't want this, yet again I wished that I was dead. How many times was it now? I don't now. Just kill me already.

After a while I just switched of, like I use to when I just lied there. I switched of. Don't remember much after that. When he was finished everything went black.

The next time I woke up I didn't recognise anything. Except the black haired, black clothed tall man in front of me. What had Snape done?