Soaked in Sin
Title: Soaked in Sin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Smut
Length: 2479
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Giant Squid
Summary: The spell had missed and all Harry could do was run from it all, needing to forget.
Warnings: Bestiality, character death (not Harry or Draco)
Note: Written for shuffleupagus with the prompt 'Harry/Draco/Squid, soaked in sin.'
The dust cleared slowly, leaving behind a pile of rubble. Harry couldn't stare at it any longer. It was starting to come into focus. There was a pale arm smeared with copper blood peaking out from under some stone.
Harry turn and fled, the dewy grass squeaking under his feet. No one called out to him. Why would they, after what he had done?
He ran past the Whomping Willow, its branches nearly scrapping his skin and in a way he wished it had grabbed him, marked his skin, punished him. He had killed them. Killed them, good and bad alike. His friends, enemies, those he loved.
All he could do was run, pounding his worn trainers against the ground, each dead name pounding into him. Voldemort, Ron, McGonagall, Seamus, Wormtail, Tonks, too many. Too many names. It was supposed to just be for Voldemort. He wasn't supposed to miss.
Panting, he bent over, dry heaving at the side of the Great Lake. The water. He needed to wash the evidence off, the names, the death, the screams that had pierced the air when the curse hit home. Screams he knew.
"Potter," someone hissed.
Harry jumped and looked around, dropping his wand to the ground on purpose. He'd rather die at the hands of someone he'd hurt than live knowing what he had done. It could be their revenge. He'd had his revenge, and it wasn't sweet. It was bitter, ghastly.
"Potter."
A slim body emerged from behind a tree. Harry narrowed his eyes, squinting against the bright sun. Even nature was against him. Why would it be sunny during the final war? Why would the sun come out to play when so many people were dieing beneath it. At least Ron had seen the sun once more. Before I killed him. He refused to think about Hermione, Ginny, and Remus. Were they stationed under the fallen wing of Hogwarts?
"Congratulations," the person drawled, stepping closer and blocking the sun. It was Malfoy.
Uninterested, Harry turned to the lake and pulled his grimy shirt off, the scent of death overwhelming him when it passed his face, making him gag.
"You won," Malfoy continued, seemingly unfazed that Harry wasn't even facing him. Harry just wished he would get on with cursing -- those were his Death Eater friends and family, after all -- or disappear and leave him to his cleansing. "I didn't partake in the final battle, you know. In fact, I didn't do much of anything. I knew you would win."
Harry spared him a glance before tugging his trousers down and toeing his trainers off so he could remove the trousers completely.
"But, since you know I was really with you -- what are you doing? -- I need you to vouch for me, keep me out of Azkaban."
Tripping over his pants and socks, Harry ran into the cold lake water, feeling it numb his body, his brain, his memories. "Liar," he called to Malfoy half-heartedly. He was a murderer; so what if Malfoy lied about that? Malfoy hadn't killed his best friends.
He took a deep breath, the air rattling in his body, so cold, and then plunged his head under the water, losing his glasses along the way but he let them sink. If he didn't have glasses how could he see the aftermath? He couldn't. He would be separated from it.
"By gods, don't you fucking drown yourself!" Malfoy's voice came from far away. Underwater, Harry saw Malfoy's legs cut through the water, moving slower with each step, clothes dragging him down.
Harry surfaced for air, nose almost hitting Malfoy in the chin.
"You arse!"
Malfoy's foot connected with his shin and he winced, subtly moving his legs closer, hoping Malfoy would kick him again. It felt so good. This was what he needed: someone to hate him, to blame him. Malfoy was sure to do that.
"I need you! You have to get me out of this mess. I know you can. You're Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived."
Harry blinked at him. Did Malfoy even know what had happened? "You don't need me. You don't ask for help," he said, remembering the previous year, when Malfoy had denied Snape's offers to help kill Dumbledore. Just another person he had killed. Another. Too many. He was having trouble breathing. Maybe he would just stop.
Malfoy scowled. "Yes, and see where that got me. I'm asking for help this time, and I know you're going to give it because that's what the hero does. I'm being honest when I said I did nothing. All I did was that bit in sixth year. No one would let me near anything after, liking to punish me instead." A shiver ran through him and his kicking finally hit Harry again. They were far enough out in the lake that they couldn't reach the bottom.
"So I've had my punishment, Potter. I don't deserve Azkaban. I don't -- don't look at me like that -- I don't want it, okay?"
Furious, Harry clenched his fists. His body was getting used to the water and his legs were tired from keeping his heavy body up, heavy from the weight of his actions. Hopefully they would collapse under him. Then he wouldn't have to worry about what would happen when the water stopped shortening his breaths and made the memories come back, crystal clear from the washing.
"Do you understand?" Malfoy asked, dropping his body so just his head was peaking out, the dark water licking his bottom lip. His lips were turning blue.
How selfish could Malfoy be?
"Do you understand?" Harry bawled. Malfoy mumbled some sort of smart comment about him actually talking but Harry continued on, enraged, warming his body, but he was unable to stop. "I just made the North wing of Hogwarts fall down. It crushed Voldemort, R-Ron, and so many more. I'm a murderer and all you want is me to help you. What if I kill you too? Aren't you scared of that?"
Malfoy cocked his head. "Yes, I saw. What spell was that? Very powerful."
Anguished, Harry tilted his head back, mouth open to the sky. If it were storming he would have wished for a lightening bolt to hit him. That would be fitting. An end that started it all.
"Hermione made it," Harry said, unable to not say it. "I don't know how, but she's a genius -- was a genius, probably -- so I wouldn't have understood if she'd explained it all in detail.
"I was going to wait until I was closer to Voldemort to use it, but Ron got to him first. Ron had never mastered the spell. And Voldemort pointed his wand and no one was helping and I did it. I cast the spell. But I missed. I was too far away. It's my entire fault.
"It hit the side of Hogwarts and it fell, just like that, exploding and falling and hitting everyone. I heard them scream, then silence. I killed them. I killed my best friend. He trusted me and I killed him!"
His voice closed off and he was unable to talk even if he had more to say. His throat hurt from the water and screaming and the way his head was positioned, each word straining against his stiff skin.
"Oh," was all Malfoy said.
Harry straightened his head, looking Malfoy in his cold, grey eyes. "Just kill me."
Malfoy huffed. "No. You are going to get out of this lake, walk back up there," -- a pale hand extended out of the water, gooseflesh covering every bit of it, and pointed to the school -- "and say I was on your side the whole time. That I was working for you. I don't care; anything. Just keep me out of Azkaban."
Suddenly, Harry saw it. He needed some kind of pain, something to make him continue, something to stifle the guilt. He said, plainly and clearly, "No. I'm not helping you."
Malfoy let out a strangled moan and, just as Harry had counted on, launched across the small amount of water separating them, fist finding a home in Harry's stomach. He doubled over, choking on water.
And then they were fighting, rolling in the water, not getting enough air and Malfoy launched a punch at him under the water, pale hand clipping his shoulder, disappearing behind him, and -- pushed up his arsehole a few centimetres.
Harry yelled, swallowing water, and kicked to the surface. Once he had managed to get his coughing under control, he wheezed, "You! You're raping me!"
Malfoy stopped attempting to get hold of him and stared. "What? ...No, but I will if that's what it takes to stay out of Azkaba--an!" He withered, losing balance and falling under the water. When his head broke the glossy surface his face was ghostly pale, more than usual.
"The giant squid is under us," he hissed, moving closer.
Harry frowned. But then something wet and slimy wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pulling him taut so he was floating on the surface of the water.
I'm going to die was the only thought running through Harry's head as a tentacle penetrated his arse, stinging, the suckers on it hurting as they passed the muscles. He was surprised to find he didn't want to die, not by a squid.
Mouth open in a silent scream, too afraid to scream, not because it could spur an attacker forward but because the reminder of screams would break him, he looked at Malfoy, who was staring at him with a mixture of shook and something else. Something Harry didn't understand.
The tentacle exited and Harry sighed in relief, sagging against its multiple arms, and then it went back in, this time less painfully. He hung his head, mouth above the water for air, and gradually it stopped hurting.
Surprisingly, it felt good. He was too distracted to think about the spell gone wrong and the squid kept brushing ever so softly against something, something that needed to be pressed harder and now.
"Are you okay, Potter?" Malfoy squeaked and Harry lifted his head enough to crack his eyes open. Malfoy had drifted closer, gawking openly.
The tentacle pressed against that spot inside him, making him moan, arching his back so he was moaning underwater. He watched, as if in a dream, Malfoy swim even closer, one of the free tentacles sliding effortlessly through the water to wrap around the front of Malfoy's trousers, snapping the button with no trouble.
Gasping, Harry surfaced, looking into Malfoy's face. His eyes were as big as saucer bowls and then he started wiggling, trousers and pants floating away from him.
"It's all right," Harry soothed, giving into the sensations and shifting his hips the little he could.
"Maybe for you!" Malfoy suddenly launched forward and the squid released Harry's arms and legs, causing him to sink, the tentacle still up his arse, hurting again.
Malfoy's hand closed over his left wrist, helping pull him up. His wrist hurt and he was mildly surprised to find round, red marks over him, where the squid had been holding.
"I'm being fucked by a squid, "Malfoy stated, looking blankly at Harry, but his face was flushed, back bending outwards under Harry's hand. Curiously, he reached lower, between the soft mounds of skin, stopping when he felt the exact spot the squid was entering Malfoy's body.
He could feel the skin closed around the thick tentacle, stretching on every in thrust. Harry moaned and pushed his bottom against the intrusion, wanting it deeper.
"And I fucking like it," Malfoy gasped, eyelids shutting. He pushed forward, legs kicking feebly against Harry even though the squid was keeping them afloat. Malfoy pressed their gaping mouths together, cocks, hard despite the temperature of the water, rubbing against each other.
Harry kissed him hungrily, the lake water penetrating through their lips and rolling around their tongues. Both of their hands fumbled around their cocks, clawing to stroke but somehow managing to not catch their sensitive cocks.
And the tip of the tentacle curled up in his body, the nub and sucker pressing against his prostate so hard he came, spilling into the water and clomping on Malfoy's bottom lip. Malfoy let out a strangled moan and shuddered, cock pulsating in Harry's hand.
Exhausted, Harry rested there, barely afloat while the squid continued to pound into them. It died off soon though, apparently because they weren't moving, and slinked away. As it exited Harry's arse, his breath hitched along with Malfoy's.
Without looking back, Malfoy kicked to shore, his arse above the water. Harry stared at the red welts before following after, before the squid decided they were moving and to return.
Refusing to collapse, he squinted for his wand, almost wishing he had his glasses back. But they were at the bottom of the lake by now.
"Accio spectacles," Malfoy muttered, the glasses flying into his outstretched hand. "I don't want anyone to know about this," he threatened, holding out a blurry fist. Harry stumbled forward and snatched them back, shoving them on his face even though they just made everything distorted.
"Do you think I want people to know?"
Malfoy scoffed. "What people?" he asked, grinning darkly.
Harry fought the instinct to punch and felt his stomach turn to lead. He turned, wishing the squid was still touching him so he couldn't think. But how could he let that happen? How could he go off and do that mere minutes after killing so many people? He should have let the squid kill him, struggle against it until it pulled him underneath and he drowned.
He dressed quickly, fingers fumbling over everything.
"Hey," Malfoy said, almost softly. "Don't be like that. We just got fucked by a squid. That links us together. You'll help a fellow?"
Harry paused, his shirt half on, still smelling of death. He didn't think it was a joking matter.
Malfoy moved closer, a sneer on his face and Harry wondered if Malfoy had ever changed. War was supposed to change you and surely, what had just happened, even if they had got off from it... But he noticed Malfoy's gaze kept skittering everywhere, not resting too long on one spot.
"I'll offer you a deal," he said, stretching a lone hand out. "You'll kept me alive and out of Azkaban, and I'll convince you nothing was your fault."
Harry stared at his hand, thinking it through. Finally, he nodded and set off away from the school, the questions and death stretching out to him, Malfoy at his heels. There was no way he would believe Malfoy's words but he needed to hear them so much. He needed to get lost in a lie and Malfoy was providing the best one.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst/Smut
Length: 2479
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Giant Squid
Summary: The spell had missed and all Harry could do was run from it all, needing to forget.
Warnings: Bestiality, character death (not Harry or Draco)
Note: Written for shuffleupagus with the prompt 'Harry/Draco/Squid, soaked in sin.'
The dust cleared slowly, leaving behind a pile of rubble. Harry couldn't stare at it any longer. It was starting to come into focus. There was a pale arm smeared with copper blood peaking out from under some stone.
Harry turn and fled, the dewy grass squeaking under his feet. No one called out to him. Why would they, after what he had done?
He ran past the Whomping Willow, its branches nearly scrapping his skin and in a way he wished it had grabbed him, marked his skin, punished him. He had killed them. Killed them, good and bad alike. His friends, enemies, those he loved.
All he could do was run, pounding his worn trainers against the ground, each dead name pounding into him. Voldemort, Ron, McGonagall, Seamus, Wormtail, Tonks, too many. Too many names. It was supposed to just be for Voldemort. He wasn't supposed to miss.
Panting, he bent over, dry heaving at the side of the Great Lake. The water. He needed to wash the evidence off, the names, the death, the screams that had pierced the air when the curse hit home. Screams he knew.
"Potter," someone hissed.
Harry jumped and looked around, dropping his wand to the ground on purpose. He'd rather die at the hands of someone he'd hurt than live knowing what he had done. It could be their revenge. He'd had his revenge, and it wasn't sweet. It was bitter, ghastly.
"Potter."
A slim body emerged from behind a tree. Harry narrowed his eyes, squinting against the bright sun. Even nature was against him. Why would it be sunny during the final war? Why would the sun come out to play when so many people were dieing beneath it. At least Ron had seen the sun once more. Before I killed him. He refused to think about Hermione, Ginny, and Remus. Were they stationed under the fallen wing of Hogwarts?
"Congratulations," the person drawled, stepping closer and blocking the sun. It was Malfoy.
Uninterested, Harry turned to the lake and pulled his grimy shirt off, the scent of death overwhelming him when it passed his face, making him gag.
"You won," Malfoy continued, seemingly unfazed that Harry wasn't even facing him. Harry just wished he would get on with cursing -- those were his Death Eater friends and family, after all -- or disappear and leave him to his cleansing. "I didn't partake in the final battle, you know. In fact, I didn't do much of anything. I knew you would win."
Harry spared him a glance before tugging his trousers down and toeing his trainers off so he could remove the trousers completely.
"But, since you know I was really with you -- what are you doing? -- I need you to vouch for me, keep me out of Azkaban."
Tripping over his pants and socks, Harry ran into the cold lake water, feeling it numb his body, his brain, his memories. "Liar," he called to Malfoy half-heartedly. He was a murderer; so what if Malfoy lied about that? Malfoy hadn't killed his best friends.
He took a deep breath, the air rattling in his body, so cold, and then plunged his head under the water, losing his glasses along the way but he let them sink. If he didn't have glasses how could he see the aftermath? He couldn't. He would be separated from it.
"By gods, don't you fucking drown yourself!" Malfoy's voice came from far away. Underwater, Harry saw Malfoy's legs cut through the water, moving slower with each step, clothes dragging him down.
Harry surfaced for air, nose almost hitting Malfoy in the chin.
"You arse!"
Malfoy's foot connected with his shin and he winced, subtly moving his legs closer, hoping Malfoy would kick him again. It felt so good. This was what he needed: someone to hate him, to blame him. Malfoy was sure to do that.
"I need you! You have to get me out of this mess. I know you can. You're Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived."
Harry blinked at him. Did Malfoy even know what had happened? "You don't need me. You don't ask for help," he said, remembering the previous year, when Malfoy had denied Snape's offers to help kill Dumbledore. Just another person he had killed. Another. Too many. He was having trouble breathing. Maybe he would just stop.
Malfoy scowled. "Yes, and see where that got me. I'm asking for help this time, and I know you're going to give it because that's what the hero does. I'm being honest when I said I did nothing. All I did was that bit in sixth year. No one would let me near anything after, liking to punish me instead." A shiver ran through him and his kicking finally hit Harry again. They were far enough out in the lake that they couldn't reach the bottom.
"So I've had my punishment, Potter. I don't deserve Azkaban. I don't -- don't look at me like that -- I don't want it, okay?"
Furious, Harry clenched his fists. His body was getting used to the water and his legs were tired from keeping his heavy body up, heavy from the weight of his actions. Hopefully they would collapse under him. Then he wouldn't have to worry about what would happen when the water stopped shortening his breaths and made the memories come back, crystal clear from the washing.
"Do you understand?" Malfoy asked, dropping his body so just his head was peaking out, the dark water licking his bottom lip. His lips were turning blue.
How selfish could Malfoy be?
"Do you understand?" Harry bawled. Malfoy mumbled some sort of smart comment about him actually talking but Harry continued on, enraged, warming his body, but he was unable to stop. "I just made the North wing of Hogwarts fall down. It crushed Voldemort, R-Ron, and so many more. I'm a murderer and all you want is me to help you. What if I kill you too? Aren't you scared of that?"
Malfoy cocked his head. "Yes, I saw. What spell was that? Very powerful."
Anguished, Harry tilted his head back, mouth open to the sky. If it were storming he would have wished for a lightening bolt to hit him. That would be fitting. An end that started it all.
"Hermione made it," Harry said, unable to not say it. "I don't know how, but she's a genius -- was a genius, probably -- so I wouldn't have understood if she'd explained it all in detail.
"I was going to wait until I was closer to Voldemort to use it, but Ron got to him first. Ron had never mastered the spell. And Voldemort pointed his wand and no one was helping and I did it. I cast the spell. But I missed. I was too far away. It's my entire fault.
"It hit the side of Hogwarts and it fell, just like that, exploding and falling and hitting everyone. I heard them scream, then silence. I killed them. I killed my best friend. He trusted me and I killed him!"
His voice closed off and he was unable to talk even if he had more to say. His throat hurt from the water and screaming and the way his head was positioned, each word straining against his stiff skin.
"Oh," was all Malfoy said.
Harry straightened his head, looking Malfoy in his cold, grey eyes. "Just kill me."
Malfoy huffed. "No. You are going to get out of this lake, walk back up there," -- a pale hand extended out of the water, gooseflesh covering every bit of it, and pointed to the school -- "and say I was on your side the whole time. That I was working for you. I don't care; anything. Just keep me out of Azkaban."
Suddenly, Harry saw it. He needed some kind of pain, something to make him continue, something to stifle the guilt. He said, plainly and clearly, "No. I'm not helping you."
Malfoy let out a strangled moan and, just as Harry had counted on, launched across the small amount of water separating them, fist finding a home in Harry's stomach. He doubled over, choking on water.
And then they were fighting, rolling in the water, not getting enough air and Malfoy launched a punch at him under the water, pale hand clipping his shoulder, disappearing behind him, and -- pushed up his arsehole a few centimetres.
Harry yelled, swallowing water, and kicked to the surface. Once he had managed to get his coughing under control, he wheezed, "You! You're raping me!"
Malfoy stopped attempting to get hold of him and stared. "What? ...No, but I will if that's what it takes to stay out of Azkaba--an!" He withered, losing balance and falling under the water. When his head broke the glossy surface his face was ghostly pale, more than usual.
"The giant squid is under us," he hissed, moving closer.
Harry frowned. But then something wet and slimy wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pulling him taut so he was floating on the surface of the water.
I'm going to die was the only thought running through Harry's head as a tentacle penetrated his arse, stinging, the suckers on it hurting as they passed the muscles. He was surprised to find he didn't want to die, not by a squid.
Mouth open in a silent scream, too afraid to scream, not because it could spur an attacker forward but because the reminder of screams would break him, he looked at Malfoy, who was staring at him with a mixture of shook and something else. Something Harry didn't understand.
The tentacle exited and Harry sighed in relief, sagging against its multiple arms, and then it went back in, this time less painfully. He hung his head, mouth above the water for air, and gradually it stopped hurting.
Surprisingly, it felt good. He was too distracted to think about the spell gone wrong and the squid kept brushing ever so softly against something, something that needed to be pressed harder and now.
"Are you okay, Potter?" Malfoy squeaked and Harry lifted his head enough to crack his eyes open. Malfoy had drifted closer, gawking openly.
The tentacle pressed against that spot inside him, making him moan, arching his back so he was moaning underwater. He watched, as if in a dream, Malfoy swim even closer, one of the free tentacles sliding effortlessly through the water to wrap around the front of Malfoy's trousers, snapping the button with no trouble.
Gasping, Harry surfaced, looking into Malfoy's face. His eyes were as big as saucer bowls and then he started wiggling, trousers and pants floating away from him.
"It's all right," Harry soothed, giving into the sensations and shifting his hips the little he could.
"Maybe for you!" Malfoy suddenly launched forward and the squid released Harry's arms and legs, causing him to sink, the tentacle still up his arse, hurting again.
Malfoy's hand closed over his left wrist, helping pull him up. His wrist hurt and he was mildly surprised to find round, red marks over him, where the squid had been holding.
"I'm being fucked by a squid, "Malfoy stated, looking blankly at Harry, but his face was flushed, back bending outwards under Harry's hand. Curiously, he reached lower, between the soft mounds of skin, stopping when he felt the exact spot the squid was entering Malfoy's body.
He could feel the skin closed around the thick tentacle, stretching on every in thrust. Harry moaned and pushed his bottom against the intrusion, wanting it deeper.
"And I fucking like it," Malfoy gasped, eyelids shutting. He pushed forward, legs kicking feebly against Harry even though the squid was keeping them afloat. Malfoy pressed their gaping mouths together, cocks, hard despite the temperature of the water, rubbing against each other.
Harry kissed him hungrily, the lake water penetrating through their lips and rolling around their tongues. Both of their hands fumbled around their cocks, clawing to stroke but somehow managing to not catch their sensitive cocks.
And the tip of the tentacle curled up in his body, the nub and sucker pressing against his prostate so hard he came, spilling into the water and clomping on Malfoy's bottom lip. Malfoy let out a strangled moan and shuddered, cock pulsating in Harry's hand.
Exhausted, Harry rested there, barely afloat while the squid continued to pound into them. It died off soon though, apparently because they weren't moving, and slinked away. As it exited Harry's arse, his breath hitched along with Malfoy's.
Without looking back, Malfoy kicked to shore, his arse above the water. Harry stared at the red welts before following after, before the squid decided they were moving and to return.
Refusing to collapse, he squinted for his wand, almost wishing he had his glasses back. But they were at the bottom of the lake by now.
"Accio spectacles," Malfoy muttered, the glasses flying into his outstretched hand. "I don't want anyone to know about this," he threatened, holding out a blurry fist. Harry stumbled forward and snatched them back, shoving them on his face even though they just made everything distorted.
"Do you think I want people to know?"
Malfoy scoffed. "What people?" he asked, grinning darkly.
Harry fought the instinct to punch and felt his stomach turn to lead. He turned, wishing the squid was still touching him so he couldn't think. But how could he let that happen? How could he go off and do that mere minutes after killing so many people? He should have let the squid kill him, struggle against it until it pulled him underneath and he drowned.
He dressed quickly, fingers fumbling over everything.
"Hey," Malfoy said, almost softly. "Don't be like that. We just got fucked by a squid. That links us together. You'll help a fellow?"
Harry paused, his shirt half on, still smelling of death. He didn't think it was a joking matter.
Malfoy moved closer, a sneer on his face and Harry wondered if Malfoy had ever changed. War was supposed to change you and surely, what had just happened, even if they had got off from it... But he noticed Malfoy's gaze kept skittering everywhere, not resting too long on one spot.
"I'll offer you a deal," he said, stretching a lone hand out. "You'll kept me alive and out of Azkaban, and I'll convince you nothing was your fault."
Harry stared at his hand, thinking it through. Finally, he nodded and set off away from the school, the questions and death stretching out to him, Malfoy at his heels. There was no way he would believe Malfoy's words but he needed to hear them so much. He needed to get lost in a lie and Malfoy was providing the best one.