Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 56 - Murky Water

56 – Murky Water

Published: 9/11/19

Happy 9/11 for those old enough to have witnessed it.

***TRIGGER WARNING*** general depravity, threat of assault, excessive swearing and offensive terminology (sorry)

Zacharias Smith was shaking. Out of rage, out of anger, out of pain and out of shame. That fucking curse Zabini hit him with... it was brutal. Merlin, he so wanted to kill that fucker, but he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison. Who knows if Zabini put a trigger-curse in him, too. He didn't need anything else to go wrong. He was so tired. He couldn't sleep more than an hour without his cock waking him up. Like fucking clockwork... it ticked back to life, bringing minor irritation within ten minutes, uncomfortable pain in twenty and teeth-clenching agony in thirty.

The longest he went was two hours when McGonagall refused to let him go to the loo in the middle of class, unless he said why. Stubborn cunt of a woman was on Potter's side and the fucking Death Eater. What was worse was that the whole fucking school knew exactly what Blaise had hit him with. They laughed. Every time he went to the loo, every time he ducked out halfway through class or came in late, and every time he went to his room. Everyone laughed. He cursed a few, but most either deflected it or got him back. Harper had left him hog-tied for over an hour before Dean had come into the loo.

Smith never had been good in Defense Against the Dark Arts, even with Potter's club. He joined because he really did suck at it and that Umbridge-bitch didn't show them shit. Now, he needed his so-called friends to protect him. But Wayne and Oliver had laughed at him. Michael was too traumatized to say or do anything. Dean was sulking and the girls were distraught. Even if they weren't being such dicks, Zach was very much alone especially as Olie was blind and Wayne was crippled. Merlin, he just wanted everything to be fucking normal, again. But it won't be ever, again. No one would want to be with him, when his dick was cursed.

Fuck, he was exhausted. It didn't let him sleep at all. He even tried a Sleeping Potion... the fucking curse woke him up after a few hours, as he cried out in agonizing pain. He couldn't sleep. He was shattered most days, taking pick-me-ups that he got from a dazed-out Hufflepuff with no ambition other than to be high. But still... every fucking hour... he had to duck out to a hoot of laughter. That hallway incident with that Fawley-fucker... had been spread across the school by his friends. Assholes.

Worse was how much the curse was a bitch to... fulfill. Just because his dick was hard, did not mean he was ready, nor prepared to... come, especially when it got painful. All he could think about was the pain, which made it more difficult to concentrate on the task in hand. When he woke up, exhausted and dazed, he didn't immediately want to think of what to... wank to. It took so much longer come than it used to. His hands were sore all the time, now. He could barely write or hold a fork. He was so fucked.

Madam Pomfrey had been less than helpful. After having to go through the embarrassing procedure of showing her his... engorged... penis, she said that there was really nothing she could do. She siphoned out the blood with her wand and it wilted for only a few seconds before it perked back up. It had to be a full... ejaculation... she said. The curse seemed to be specific to that point and any long delays could possibly do permanent damage, best not to delay, she said, in a mocking tone. They were all in on it. He had no one to intercede for him. He couldn't write his father and explain... this.

His dad was already teed off about his inability to perform at school and his lack of self-confidence. He chided him on it constantly. "Be assertive. Make them not question you. Become a leader of men and you might make me proud one day," his father told him. Some advice, he grumbled internally. He hated talking to people. He hated people looking at him. He wanted to be invisible. But that's not what his father wanted for him. Leading the company or joining the Ministry as a hot-shot trailblazer. High expectations. He couldn't tell his father he'd been cursed and couldn't fix the situation himself. He was the laughingstock of the school, now. No one respected him.