Recovery Troubles

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Draco jolted upwards with a shout of terror. He felt hands on him and he tried to fling them off, terror making it difficult to move, and causing his vision to go blurry. The fear, the paralizing utter terror he felt coursed through his veins in the worst possible way. His fear was not only reasonable, it was understandable to anyone who knew of his family workings, including Tom.

Draco squirmed and writhed on the bed, in a mixture of pain caused by his movements, and fear. The terror was overwhelming, and centered in the forefront of his mind, and he was unable to think clearly. The fog of horror and despair, and pain kept him from managing to think rationally, or logically. He was chocking on his very breath from the sheer terror that he felt coursing through his every being. He screamed in horror when he felt hands flexing, attempting to get a better hold on him. He sobbed openly shaking his head, body trembling with fear, as he continued to try to tear himself away from whomever was trying to hold him down. 'no, no, no, no,' and 'not again, please,' and 'i'm sorry,' and 'i promise, I'll be good, I promise' was the mantra played on repeat in his mind.

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The Golden Trio was already aware of the odd relationship that Draco Malfoy and Thomas Riddle had with each other. It was obvious, in the way Tom was so obviously possessive of Draco, and dominating, if the hand on the neck thing was any indication, but neither was it painful for Draco. In fact, if Ron had anything to say about it, he and the others would agree that the relationship seemed to be mutually beneficial for both parties. Now, in what ways was still to be determined.

Either way, the Trio had noticed a few odd things about the Malfoy heir's behavior as of late. He was still condescending and arrogant to their faces, but it was in the times that they were not looking that his quiet, and gentle behavior showed, the times when he and Riddle were alone, that the submissive side was dawned. Though the Trio had noticed it at times, such as times when Riddle would give Draco a pointed look when his tongue became especially sharp edged, or when Riddle would seemingly soothe him by cupping his neck. None knew why it had a apparent calming affect, it was another mystery.

But, the scene that they were met with when they entered the boy's rooms, it was most certainly not what they were expecting.

The Trio had decided to talk to Riddle, and hopefully Malfoy, and see if they needed anything, as Riddle had refused to come down for hours now. They had hoped that his temper was relatively calmed, the y did not want to be on the wrong side of a curse or hex in the boy's anger. For a sixteen year old, he was terribly frightening, expecialy when calm, which was not something you would really expect.

Draco was attempting to throw Tom off of him, it was clear he was not totally coherent. Tears were streaming down his face as he sobbed silently, and expertly, Harry thought. His arms were trying uselessly to throw Tom off, but Tom was in the process of restraining him. The younger boy was literally throwing his entire body around, trying desperetly to get Tom away from him. They could hear strangled, half-choked words of 'please no' and 'sorry' and 'I'll be good' barely understandable in the boy's terror. He was clearly out of it. They watched as Tom tried futiely to restrain the boy, only to have to stop as the boy continue to flail about. His entire body was both tense and trembling at once, somehow. It was a horrid sight to the three children. Remus and the Twins came up to check on them, as they had to have been staring at the scene before them for at least five minutes, totally uncertain as to how to handle what they were seeing.

Upon the arrival of the adult, and the twin children, the three Gryffindor children were spurred into action. They lurched forwards to help Tom, only to stop with wide fearful eyes.

Tom, upon noticing their movement forwards whirled around. His face was furious. His eyes were wild and dangerous. His face showed only one thing, and that was anger and danger in spades. It made them back up hastily. Remus nearly chocked when he saw the look in the young Riddle's eyes.

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