Trials...

*in a world where Malfoys are the scum of the earth, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have been tossed in Azkaban (Az), but aurors (excluding Kingsley) decide that since Draco is innocent, they will re-charge him and well.... let's just say they have no intention to put Draco in Azkaban. No, they have something much worse in store.

Relationships: Harry/Draco,Ron/Hermione, Pansy/Blaise

TW: smutty smutty smut smuttttttt, violence, SA (sexual assault),slurs, homophobia, stupid asshole-y Ginny😤(lol I love how I'm literally the author and could just kill her off but no, no she's just an assholeeeeeeeeee) oh and also in case you couldn't tell there is some MiNoR language. (Yall know that shi ain't minor)

Sorry I'm in a good mood today so just shut up!

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-SB

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Harry's stomach dropped when he heard the words, his fingers stopped tapping, his foot stopped bouncing.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy you are found not guilty on five accounts of murder. You have, however, been found guilty of harmful conduct, 3 floo violations this month, and an over-perscription of Soltoglemen for your supposed PTSD. The jury hereby sentences you to 4 days of flogging, two hour intervals a day, with a suspension of all food and drink other that three cups of water a day."The judge slammed his gavel, glaring down at Draco. For once Harry was terrified. Not for himself, but for Draco. He was scared because of the bullshit that was this trial. Rapists got off on less and all Draco did was be accused of floo misuse and too many meds.He ran towards the stands while the small audience began leaving.

"Uh Draco..." Harry started, his hands tapping on the desk.

"What's up Potter?"Draco asked, his voice gravelly and sad as he stood to meet Harry's eyes.

"Are we.... still on for dinner?"

Draco breathed a heavy laugh, tugging the shorter boy into a kiss by his belt loops. Harry reddened. It was only their fifth date and they weren't usually so public about their relationship. "Why? You think I'd stand you up?"

"Well... I mean if you did I'd think it was rightfully so..."Harry trailed off, not sure if he was making since.

"Nah love, I'd never stand up such a handsome devil."Draco said with a soft smile, caressing Harry's chin. The brunette blushed even harder.

"Ok...uhhh... Three-Broomsticks at five thirty."Harry said with a meek smile of his own.

"I was thinking we could cancel that and go to the ROR instead?"

Harry's eyes widened just a bit before he nodded.

"Yeah..yeah that's totally cool with me."

"Lovely. See you then gorgeous."Draco murmured kissing Harry's nose.

God fucking damnit he could practically feel his head throwing itself over his heels.

***

"Stupid bloody Malfoy with his affection and his general sweetness and his compliments and his nose kisses and-"

"You alright mate? It's been five minutes of that and you've got a date tonight don't you?" Ron and Neville were snickering listening to Harry's whispered rant. Harry cursed and ran up to the dorms, flinging on some generally nice clothes (that he wouldn't miss, should Draco have the sudden urge to tear them off) And tried to slick his hair back to no avail. He cleaned off his specs and trotted out the room with one last yelled "bye!"

***

He slid around the classrooms, scolding himself for forgetting his cloak. He'd been so excited he forgot the ROR wasn't exactly an easy place to get to. And on top of that, what did he want to happen tonight? Because the Room would reflect whatever he was intent on happening, and he'd die if it showed what he was imagining in his head.

When the door opened Draco wasn't there yet, and Harry choked.

There was a four poster in the back left corner of the room covered with roses, a small table with what Harry was sure were pleasure-...sex...toys. Harry turned red and slammed the door shut, turning to leave and come back.

"Going so soon?" The blonde had appeared out of no where, pinning Harry back against the door.Draco grinned, his hand drifting over Harry's jaw to his chin.

"I-uh-I-don't, don't go...Um I-I..." Harry sighed dropping his head to Draco's chest and groaning. Draco laughed breathily, kissing the top of Harry's forehead.

"It can't possibly be that bad." Draco said, reaching behind Harry for the door handle.

"NO!" Harry hissed, grabbing the handle and slamming the door back shut. "No, no it is that bad. Trust me it's definitely that bad."

Draco raised a brow. He shrugged, bending down and tossing Harry over his shoulder. He shoved the door open, taking in Harry's version of the room. It shifted slightly for Draco, most of the things turning slytherin, a warm fire and champagne spawning on one side of the room.

"Oh." Draco said with a huge sly smile. "I didn't know you had so much planned."

Harry was red, covering his face with his hands when Draco lowered him down. "I didn't plan it!" He gasped. "I was just thinking about what would happen if I thought about it and then it obviously thought it was what I was thinking and then-" Harry groaned, thunking his head against the wall.

"I wouldn't mind..." Draco turned Harry towards him. The blondes hands secured Harry's waist, Draco smirked and bit his bottom lip, looking up and down Harry's body. The attention was making Harry's blood flow somewhat redirect. "I wouldn't mind laying you out right here." Draco licked his lips when he felt Harry harden against his thigh, the brunette moaning softly.

Harry said something, barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?" Draco asked, pressing Harry harder against the wall. He very gently ground against the shorter boy.

"Please..." Harry croaked, grabbing Draco's hips for support.

"Please what?" Draco teased, nipping at Harry's jaw.

"Please... fuck me." Harry was almost whimpering now, his erection making a slight bulge in his jeans.

Draco smirked again, kissing and nibbling his way down Harry's jaw to his collar.

"Your wish is my command." Draco muttered, his open mouth grazing over Harry's ear.

***

Hermione's hand was sweaty. Warm and moist from the heat of the day. Harry was so grateful she'd come, he appreciated Ron but it was Hermione's mother-like friendship he needed right now. As the sharp crack sounded once more in the square, he clutched her fingers tighter in his hand. She had put perfume on, something sweet and flowery, it reminded him of minerva McGonagall, and that in itself gave him comfort. He wished the old woman were here with him. Ron was at the burrow helping molly prepare a large feast for Draco. It'd been four days since he was fed, this being the last day of his sentence.

"Harry." Hermione's voice was soft and sad and even. He glanced towards his friend, holding the tears in as best he could. "It's ok to cry." She whispered, using her free hand to tuck a wave of black curls behind his ear. He whimpered, pressing into her hand when she touched his cheek.

The sharp crack sounded again, echoing in the silent Hogsmeade square. Harry let the tears pour over his lashes. He hunched sideways, breaking apart in Hermione's arms. He sobbed silently, watching Draco's body become bloodier and bloodier. Four fucking days of beating over floo powder misuse.

What an utter load of bullshit. Harry wanted to kill shacklebolt for this, he wanted to kill fudge for this.

Instead he simply broke down, counting down the seconds until Draco would be dropped from the restraints holding him up, dropped onto the ground. Then Harry would be free to run to him, sobbing and gasping for air as he clung to the blonde.

And no one. No one, would be able to take him away.

The two hours passed slowly, just like it did the other days. Harry hadn't been allowed to see or touch or talk to Draco at all. Today he would though.

The flogger walked forward, whipping Draco one more time before using a large metal key to uncuff his bloodied wrists. Harry sprinted forward, shoving through the crowd to get to Draco. The blonde was barely conscious, blood dripping from the long jagged slices in his back and shoulders, bruises lining his jaw and collar. He was unresponsive until Harry touched him.

"Draco?" Harry whispered, tears pouring from his eyes. Draco's bloody hand caressed Harry's cheek, a pained smile crossed the blondes face.

"I missed you." Draco coughed, grabbing Harry's hand and pressing it against his chest. "A lot."

Harry dropped his head to Draco's shoulder, crying softly. Draco drifted off, coming in and out of consciousness.

"We need to get him to the burrow. Molly will be able to treat him better than Mungos." Hermione said, helping Harry hoist Draco's limp body up. Several bystanders helped without a word, carrying Draco's blood-soaked body to the floo.

***

A loud puff of smoke sounded someone's arrival through the fireplace, Arthur went to check. Ron walked through the house with a steaming turkey in hand, forgetting Molly's instructions on where to put it. He assumed the dining table and sat it down, walking to the living room to check the floo. He choked when he saw hermione and Harry, calling Molly as he rushed forward to help. The older Weasley came rushing in, her apron flinging this way and that, her frizzy hair all over the place.

"Oh dear me. Ron dear, take him up to the spare bedroom."

***

Harry inspected the small cuts in Draco's wrists from where the handcuffs had dug into the boy's skin. Turning Draco's hand left then right, lifting it up and placing it down, he examined the palm thoroughly, getting angrier by the second.

Draco was lying on his stomach on the bed Harry usually slept in when visiting. They had added the room when Harry became "an official Weasley" so he wouldn't have to keep sharing with Ron. Harry had a chair pulled up to the bed, holding Draco's cold fist, using his own free hand to brush the gorgeous blonde hair out of Draco's closed eyes.

The blonde's long lashes fluttered, his eyes slowly opening. Harry gasped, leaning down to greet him.

"Well hello there." Draco said with a warm smile that made Harry blush.

"I was worried." Draco said quietly. "About you."

Draco gave Harry a larger smile, reaching for his arms to pull him in the bed.

"Oh are you sur-"

"Quite."

Harry blushed and smiled meekly, letting the injured boy pull him into the bed.

"Mmmmm. You're warm." Draco mumbled.

"Does this not hurt?" Harry asked, resting his head on Draco's chest.

"Just a bit. Molly gave me some meds and spelled my back. I can't walk very well but everything else is fine." Draco said, kissing Harry's forehead.

The door creaked open and there was Ginny, a plate in hand.

"I brought you breakfast." She said with far too much cheer to be authentic.

"Thanks so muc- oh. I'm actually unable to eat this. Allergic." Draco mumbled, looking down at the plate of grapefruit.

"Oh my gosh you don't say! What are the odds. So sorry." She said, her fake sorrow imminent.

Harry glared at he'd as she exited the room.

"It's alright love. I'm not too hungry anyways."

"It's the concept of the thing, she has no reason to be such a bitch."

"Well I did steal you." Draco said with a smirk, kissing Harry's knuckles affectionately.

Harry sighed, curling into Draco and letting his eyes close for the first time in the past three days.

"Sleep love." Draco whispered, brushing Harry's hair away from his face.

***

A quiet knock sounded on the door, pulling Draco from his copy of Moby Dick.

"Come in!" He called.

"Dinner's ready. Would you like me to help you come downstairs?"Ginny asked sweetly, her toxic intentions masked by her kind facade.

"Sure, that would be lovely." Draco said with a genuine smile, hoping he was finally being accepted by the youngest Weasley.

She slid her arm under his, helping him slowly make his way towards the stairs. She led him down the steps one by one, and Draco didn't call her foul until it was too late. She threw forward, sending Draco careening down the stairs.

"DRACO!" Harry screeched, running to the blonde.

"I'm fine Harry, I just tripped."

"I'm so sorry!!!" Ginny exaggerated, her eyes too wide, her smile not completely hidden.

"Ginny god da-"

"It's ok. Really it's fine it was my fault anyways." Draco said, pecking Harry on the lips and letting the brunette help him up. Harry glared daggers at Ginny all throughout the dinner, and continued glaring until he helped Draco up the stairs.

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"Mmmmm." Draco mumbled when Harry's lips continued to run over his back, kissing every single cut on his back.

They failed to hear, failed to notice, the small click and flash of a camera through the doorway.

***

"Come in!" The reporter hollered.

Ginny Weasley came in, an evil grin on her face.

"Buckle up Skeeter I've got something I know you'll like."

-Fin-

Special thanks to Joanne for the request!! ❤️

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