Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Unforgiven: Vigilante Justice Against Draco Malfoy ❯ Unforgiven: Vigilante Justice Against Draco Malfoy ( Chapter 1 )

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Summary: The Minister of Magic and the Wizengamot may have let Draco Malfoy off with a slap on the wrist, but there are those at Hogwarts that don't agree with his sentence and they're willing to take his punishment into their own hands.

In which some Original Male Characters grace Draco Malfoy with some brutal vigilante justice during a fictional Hogwarts Eighth Year. Read at your own risk. Nothing nice happens to Draco Malfoy in this oneshot.

Title: Unforgiven: Vigilante Justice Against Draco Malfoy
Author: xoShimautaxo

Warnings:
-Torture
-Mild Scat
-Spanking
-Gangbang
-Humiliation
-Rape/Non-con
-Loss of Virginity
-Vigilante Justice
-Mentioned Bullying
-Virgin Draco Malfoy
-Victim Draco Malfoy
-Permanent Reminders
-Object Insertion (Wands)
-Object Insertion (Needles)
-Hermaphrodite Draco Malfoy
-Sexual Abuse/Sexual Assault
-Forced Use as a Human Toilet
-Object Insertion (Wand Pieces)
-Draco Malfoy Has a Small Penis
-Use of Unforgivable Curses (Cruciatus Curse)
-Claiming a Victim's Hair as a Conquest Trophy
-Use of a Cursed Substance (Cursed Body Paint)

Draco was just making his way back to the Eighth Year dorms when he was hit by a full body bind, a silencer, and a stunner. The spells came from different directions; indicating at least three attackers, but it all happened so quickly Draco couldn't see who had ambushed him. Before his body could crash to the floor, there were arms wrapping around him from behind; and the full body bind was lifted. Draco struggled in his assailant's grip as best he could the moment he had control of his body back, but it was to no avail.

Another one of his assailants boldly rushed him head on, punching him in the stomach, as the one who held him from behind shifted gears; wrestling Draco's arms behind his back, and using an Incarcerous to keep them tightly pinned down against his lower back; tied snugly enough at the wrists, that Draco would surely have bruises there; whenever he finally managed to get himself free; or was freed by his assailants when they were finished with him.

All of the air in him escaped him as he gasped, and partially doubled over from the force of the punch to his stomach, and he barely managed to regain some of that lost air; before a blindfold charm was cast at his eyes, and the assailant that had rushed him head on; covered his nose and mouth with a cloth, that had something on it Draco couldn't identify, but knew meant nothing good for him; as he lost a little bit of his strength, every time he tried to breathe around the obstruction, that it; and the hand keeping it over his nose and mouth, posed.

Despite being outnumbered, and the clear inevitability of his assailants getting their way; Draco continued to struggle as best he could. He tried kicking backwards at the assailant behind him, only to have his legs drawn together, and tied at the ankles by a second Incarcerous. He screamed into the cloth and hand over his nose and mouth as loud as he could, but the silencer that he'd been hit with at the start of the assault; prevented any noise he made from being heard. The last thing he himself heard before passing out, was a chorus of distorted laughter from his assailants.

"Well, we've subdued him. What are we going to do with him now?" (Chris)

"We're going to make him regret that he was ever born of course. Get with the program Chris, we've been over this." (Rickey)

"Excuse me for not being excited by the prospect of raping and torturing someone Rickey." (Chris)

"If you're too chicken for this you can leave Chris, but we'll have to obliviate you before you do." (Darius)

"I'm not going anywhere Darius. I'm not a chicken, and I know he deserves to be punished. I just wonder if  rape and torture is really the way to go about punishing him." (Chris)

"Have some firewhiskey Chris, and you'll stop thinking so hard about right and wrong." Draco hears them talking, he hopes Chris will be smart enough to stay sober; that maybe he can appeal to the other boy's hesitation, and get him to help him get out of whatever his assailants have planned.

"The first thing we should do is confirm if the rumors about him are true." Blindfolded and silenced; the sound of Darius's approaching footsteps, are especially loud in Draco's ears; and he can't help flinching in expectation of nothing good.

"You're finally awake I see. Let's see then, whether you really happen to be a boy under those clothes or not." With a gentle swish and flick of his wand, Darius divests Draco of his attire.

"Holy shit." He says slowly, deeply awed. "Rickey, Chris, Melvin; get over here! You have to see this!"

"He's..." The fourth of his assailants, the one called Melvin, who hadn't taken part in the earlier conversation; finally says something, but he trails off quickly; Draco knows exactly what has him so speechless.

It's not some greatly guarded secret. Draco and his parents have never been ashamed of how he was born, but they don't advertise it either. Draco was born a hermaphrodite. Most of the people Draco was surrounded by in his everyday life didn't know; thanks to how effectively robes disguised the fact. There was only a single time, where being a hermaphrodite; had gotten him in a bad situation in his life before now.

While the Dark Lord was living in his home, he learned the truth about Draco; and after Draco had let Potter and his friends escape when they were brought to the manor by snatchers, the Dark Lord had threatened to fuck Draco six ways from Sunday as punishment. Thankfully, the chance never came for him to follow through on the threat; as he was continually interrupted, until eventually; he had met his end, in one final duel with Harry Potter.

Faced with a quartet of assailants looking to do much the same thing, Draco wondered if perhaps being raped by the Dark Lord wouldn't have been the lesser evil. Draco also cursed himself for not having lost his virginity yet. It was a time honored tradition that a pureblood save themself for marriage, and it didn't apply just to the females.

Draco had always had designs that a first time where both he and his partner were virgins; would be the best. That it would be special. That it would make it more memorable. He was pretty certain that such a thing would be beyond him after today.

"He's so pretty." Chris commented, and then there were hands on Draco's female breasts; relatively small squishy globes with tiny nipples. Draco knew from playing with them; that they were incredibly sensitive, and started nibbling on his lower lip; in an effort to stifle inevitable pleasure sounds, for as long as possible.

"His dick is so small. I barely noticed it tucked away here between his pussy lips. It's barely as wide as a bookmark and only a little bit longer than one." Rickey speaks up next, and Draco whimpers in anticipation as one of Rickey's hands holds his nether lips open; while his other wraps around Draco's penis, and gives it a few experimental strokes.

"Where are his balls?" Melvin ponders out loud.

Suddenly, the Incarcerous on Draco's ankles is gone. Draco immediately starts kicking, but two pairs of hands grab on to his legs, and force them up to either side of his shoulders. The hands that had been on his breasts, move to lift his head enough that his legs can be placed behind it; and then the Incarcerous around his ankles, is reapplied.

"Perfect. Now we have access to all of the parts of him we need to get at." Darius says, and Draco can feel the eagerness in his hands as he spreads Draco's ass-cheeks.

"Guys, I found his balls. They're these tiny rosary bead sized orbs surrounding his dick. I thought they were cysts or something at first." Melvin's hand joins Rickey's at his penis, the former's fingers dancing along the little orbs; that could easily be mistaken for a sign of something being seriously wrong with Draco; or a beaded cock ring, in the color of and with the texture of, human skin; while the later uses the middle finger of the hand he'd been keeping Draco's nether lips open with; to poke and prod at Draco's un-popped cherry.

The slimy texture of Darius's saliva on his rear-end hole and then inside it, as the other man forcefully stretches Draco's hole with his thumbs; is almost painful and disgusting enough, for Draco to stop chewing on his lower lip and scream.

One is finally ripped from him seconds thereafter, when Rickey's middle finger pushes forcefully into his vagina; and Darius, still prying at Draco's rear-end hole with his thumbs, and drooling into it; adds his index middle and ring fingers into the mix, all at once.

Draco is surprised to hear his own voice; and so too apparently, are his assailants. "Fuck you sound hot when you scream. Like a bitch in heat. I say we don't reapply the silencing charm; what about you guys?" Chris's distorted voice resounds in Draco's ears, and he is flooded with fresh panic.

'No, no no no no no! Chris you can't lose your moral compass on me now!' He thinks, whimpering as Rickey gives his dick a twisty stroke just the way Draco likes it; making him have to force down a moan. The last thing he wants to do, is give his assailants the satisfaction of knowing; that he's deriving pleasure from their actions.

"Knock yourself out Chris. We're in the Room of Requirement, there's no way anyone's going to hear him way up here. Cast a Sonorous if you want." Melvin answers Chris, still caressing Draco's balls with one hand, but using the middle finger of his other one; to assist Rickey in his efforts to get Draco's vagina open and pliant.

"I say we give him a reason to keep screaming like that." Darius comments, removing his hands from Draco's rear entirely; only to start spanking him.

At first Draco manages to stay quiet, nothing but small whimpers escaping from him; but eventually, the force of the strikes to his arsecheeks, is enough to make him start screaming. The erection that he was starting to get; withers as Darius starts spanking him harder still, summoning different objects from somewhere in the room; to use in place of his hands.

When it's over, Draco doesn't know how much time has passed, but he knows something in his arsecheeks was fractured. He also managed to mutilate his own lower lip; from how hard he'd chewed on it to try to keep from making sounds.

"Fuck Malfoy, none of us have even been inside you yet and I'm cumming." Chris sounded far gone, lost in the high of his orgasm; and Draco felt like trash; as a warm splatter of jizz covered his chest; grimacing at the scent of his assailant's semen as its stink filled his nose.

"Let's fix that." Darius declared, then a wand was sliding into Draco's rear-end hole and a flood of lube filled Draco's channel. "You probably don't deserve lube, but considering there are four of us for you to take before this is over; I figure giving you the mercy of at least one lubrication spell would really be more a benefit to us in the long run than to you. Don't need your tight little hole breaking our dicks after all."

Draco didn't care how Darius justified it, merely thankful for small mercies. One Engorgio and a swift and hard thrust later Draco was screaming again, small mercies turned into a distant memory gone as swiftly as they'd come. Darius's gigantisized penis plundered Draco's anus like someone pillaging a village. Draco didn't know why exactly Darius hated him, but he had certainly felt how much he hated him in the way he'd spanked him earlier; and he was certainly feeling how much he hated him, in the way he fucked him now.

Pleasure was nonexistent through the entirety of the fucking, every thrust instead felt somehow more painful than the previous one, without fail. Draco could so clearly feel his anus being torn apart, that he wondered if they hadn't used a spell on him to amplify the sensations. There was no break to recover granted either, the moment Darius came inside him and pulled out; one of his other assailants was there, ready and willing to take his place. Darius himself wasn't finished with Draco yet though.

He used a spell to flip Draco over, maneuvered himself underneath Draco's body; and when one of his buddies entered Draco's now loose anus, Darius took it upon himself to be the first of the lot to vaginally violate Draco; going about it as brutally as he had gone about violating Draco's anus. His buddy followed his lead, delivering a second brutal fuck to Draco's anus.

Eventually, Draco could no longer hear anything except the sound of his own screaming from how much he hurt. It wasn't just his pussy and ass that were hurting either. The two who weren't fucking him; were having a field day brutalizing him in other ways.

One of them was alternating between using Incendio on Draco's Dark Mark, until the scent of charring flesh filled the air, and Glacius to soothe the burn. Over and over, back and forth, and back and forth. It felt like it would never end. The other was using his wand to Crucio Draco's cock and balls. At some point Draco passed out from the pain.

"I think we broke him." Chris's distorted voice, and the feel of something pricking his right nipple; is what eventually brings Draco back from the void of unconsciousness.

"You've had your fun... let me go... please," Draco begs disoriented and overwhelmed in the aftermath of the brutality, body twitching unnaturally from the exposure to a prolonged Cruciatus Curse; on top of the other tortures he's been subjected to.

"Oh we're not finished with you yet princess." Rickey's distorted voice reaches him, and something not unlike the thing that had pricked his right nipple, pricks his left one.

"You still have to suck us off. And we haven't even started using the cursed body paint on you." His assailant informs with malice-edged glee.

Being a bisexual Draco has never had anything against the idea of sex with a male and had even fantasized about what it might be like to perform fellatio on his partner should he choose a male one someday. The experience of sucking his four assailants off though, firmly puts him off the idea for the foreseeable future. They were no less brutal about having him suck them off; than they had been about fucking his pussy and arse.

Their cocks may have been returned to their normal sizes, but they were all very much above average; and Draco's mouth and throat were exhausted from how much he'd been screaming, not to mention his lower lip was self-mutilated beyond belief. This combined with Draco's inexperience; led to them quickly losing patience with him as he teased their cocks with shy licking and lapping from his tongue, and accidentally scraped their foreskin with his teeth.

They retaliated by foregoing the blowjobs entirely, and holding him in place with tight grips on the base of the long braid his hair was often styled in these days instead; in order to brutally fuck his mouth and throat; ignoring the way he gagged and drooled around their dicks; and even covering his nose with their free hand, to control when he did and didn't; get a chance to truly breathe.

Two of them urinated down his throat part way through the fucking. It was without a doubt the foulest thing he had ever tasted. Their semen burned as it flooded his mouth and throat, and he felt nauseous as it made its way down to his stomach. They each rubbed their cocks clean on his face afterwards as best they could, sullying it more than it already was. Considering how many tears he'd shed, the runny state of his nose, and how snot gathered like a freshly grown mustache above his upper lip, that wasn't much.

One of them covered his nose and mouth, with a cloth that had the same substance on it; that had knocked him out when they'd abducted him; but this time, the cloth was drenched in the stuff, and he passed out near instantly after he was accosted by it.

This time, when he regains consciousness; there aren't any spells on his person, and he's lain out right side up and spread eagle. He can't move without aching. Everything hurts; but he can look around. The walls, floor, and ceiling; of the room they've asked the Room of Requirement for, are all made up of nothing but mirrors. The person Draco can see in the mirrors on the ceiling? It doesn't look like him.

That version of him; has an array of needles stabbed through from one side of each nipple to the other. Seven needles in each nipple. That version of him is also covered in colorful dark shaded paint from head to toe; with words and phrases he can't bring himself to say out loud; scattered all over him, and drawings of a tiny human who resembles who Draco was before he was abducted; getting brutally anal fucked by a large lion, vaginally fucked by a massive badger, and getting its nipples sucked and pecked at by a huge eagle; over and over, like a scene in a portrait painting; repeating itself on a loop.

It's a grim permanent reminder living upon his very skin; for he'll never be able to get the twisted artwork off him since it was done with cursed body paint. It's not even subtle. His assailants have left a permanent reminder of what they'd done to him through their choice of animal fucking the little human.

He hopes the fact there's no Slytherin mascot in the artwork means that his final assailant belongs to one of the other houses and didn't feel like drawing the same thing twice; but knowing his luck he knows he'll be proven wrong somehow.

"Hello Malfoy, we're almost finished with you." Draco gets his first glimpse at Chris, a blue eyed bloke with shaggy dirty blond hair from Hufflepuff according to his school tie; as the man comes into the room via the only thing in the room that is not covered in mirror: the Room of Requirement's actual door.

"Tell me, what did I ever do to you?" Draco asks him, voice hoarse and eyes lifelessly blank; not even able to muster the energy for a half-hearted glare, and not really having the will for it either.

"Nothing." Chris answers, taking the scrolled up homework assignments Draco had completed in the library; before he'd been abducted on his way back to the Eighth Year dorms, out of one of his robe pockets.

"You haven't done a thing to any of us personally Malfoy. That's not why we targeted you." Draco watches all his hard work be torn to shreds by hand by Chris, then chokes on the first pieces of one of his diligently perfected essays; as the Hufflepuff force feeds it to him. "It's the Wizengamot and the Minister who made us target you."

Draco raises an eyebrow at him, as he tries not to choke on the next pieces of his ruined homework assignments as they're fed to him; as though to ask him, "How do you figure?"

"They let you go free Malfoy. Let you off the hook for horrible crimes, with nothing but two years of community service; and a mandated Outstanding in Muggle Studies class and its O.W.L and N.E.W.T exams. It's insulting." Chris answers his unasked question; only after he's finished forcing him to eat the remnants of his essays.

"Chris is right. So what if you were underage when you took the mark, or if your crimes were committed under duress? They should've at least stuck you in Azkaban for six months. Sixteen is plenty old enough to know right from wrong." Darius is the second of his assailants Draco gets a look at. He's a brown eyed bloke with spiky purple-dyed hair. He hails from Ravenclaw, and he's built like a truck.

It's a line of thought on his sentencing that Draco's heard hundreds of times before; from students who saw fit to bully him by throwing dangerous spells at him in the halls between classes or during breaks; and on weekends during free hours. During Hogsmeade visits too. He himself sometimes felt he'd been let off easy. His whole family had really.

His mother had been given five years of community service and his father had been given a decade of house arrest. Both of them had to wear tracking bracelets that monitored their spell use and location daily. They were given a use limit of fifty spells a day. It might sound like a good number, but for purebloods using magic is as natural as breathing.

In the same way one doesn't think about how many breaths they take, a pureblood never thinks about how many spells they're using every day. Fifty spells is a surprisingly small total number of spells to use each day for a pureblood.

Draco himself has no limit while he finishes his Hogwarts education, but he will have a one hundred spells a day limit after he's graduated for his two years of community service. The tracking bracelet too is not required for the time being, but will be when he's graduated.

The only punishment his family has faced outside of these relatively tame sentences; is a mandated hefty donation to the war reparations fund. That has seen their fortune cut down to almost half; and Draco knows that isn't much of a punishment at all since their investments will have the money lost; replaced before Draco even finishes his final year at Hogwarts.

He also wondered though, if any of his abusers had been caught between joining the Dark Lord; and dying by his wand after watching their parents be killed right in front of them; would they still be able to say Draco's choices boiled down to doing the right or wrong thing? It wasn't worth debating over with them. Draco had made choices that had indirectly and directly caused harm to various people, but his assailants had done the same.

"Nothing to say huh Malfoy? That's ok. You don't have to admit to being guilty. We know you are. That's why we took it upon ourselves to punish you." This time it's Rickey. He's a black skinned bloke with a pitch black Afro on his head and pitch black eyes on his face to match; and he's from Gryffindor.

Rickey draws Draco's wand from one of his robe pockets and snaps it. He kneels down next to Draco and sticks one half in Draco's pussy and the other half in his anus, using a sticking charm on each to make them stay put. Even though it isn't the one that Harry Potter had stolen from him, having his wand snapped still hurts. It was a good wand that understood him well. Olivander's would never sell a Malfoy a wand again, so he'd had to go to France to purchase one; and it would be weeks before he could get permission to take a port-key to France to buy another.

Although he was proficient in wandless and nonverbal magic there were things covered in the classes Draco was taking at Hogwarts that required a wand; so he would be set back by this quite a bit, and that's on top of having to endure the humiliation of getting the pieces removed by Madam Pomfrey.

It also just felt wrong not to be able to use a wand at all for extended periods of time. He'd discovered that during the time he'd spent wandless thanks to Harry Potter stealing his original one. There was this itch in his magical core that just wouldn't let up until he'd borrowed his mother's wand, and had only gone away completely once he had obtained his new wand.

He could already feel that itch start up again now that his second wand had been snapped, but with the pieces of it stuck in such intimate places on his person it was very slight.

"Melvin get in here. It's time for the finale." Rickey called to the last of Draco's assailants; then he grabbed Draco's braid and cut it off at the base, with a knife procured from the same robe pocket that he'd drawn Draco's wand from.

"Our trophy." He comments cheerfully, mockingly; handing it off to Melvin.

Melvin as it happens, turns out to be a Slytherin. A transfer from Ilvermony; Draco hadn't known him until today. Draco was so focused on keeping his head down and prioritizing his studies this year; that he'd even missed the other bloke's sorting. Melvin was a mousy fellow with auburn hair and honey brown eyes.

The grand finale as it were; turned out to be forcing Draco to make the Unbreakable Vow. He could not in any way shape or form, reveal who had abducted him; and hurt him in such horrible ways. The realization that his abusers today were one hundred percent going to get away with it, pained him to the depths of his very soul.

Having forced him to either take their crimes to the grave or die a snitch; the only way he'd be getting justice, was if they somehow grew enough of a conscience to confess to the authorities someday. It was even worse than when Harry Potter had gotten away with nearly killing him in their sixth year; with just some detentions and being forbidden from playing Quidditch for the remainder of said year. How unbelievably ironic.

As one final insult; his quartet of assailants took their turn using him as a human toilet.

They drank laxatives laced butter-beers and fire-whiskeys; and then urinated, defecated, and vomited all over him. They made sure that at least some of their urine, feces, and vomit was swallowed by him; before finally, calling their self appointed job of punishing him, a mission accomplished.

He watched filled with total and complete humiliation as they high-fived on their way out, taking whatever belongings they hadn't made him eat or inserted into orifices on his person with them. He didn't care. The material things were easy to replace. The remains of his innocence though? That was something they'd taken that was impossible to replace.

Hopefully he'd find a healthy way to cope with that loss someday; but that was something to concentrate on later. For now he had to get out of the Room of Requirement and down to the Hospital Wing.

He listened to their footsteps grow further and further away, until he couldn't hear them anymore; and then he cast a wandless and nonverbal cleaning charm on himself and struggled to get to his feet and begin to make the long journey to the Hospital Wing.

It took him a long time just to reach the Room of Requirement's door and after resting for a moment, he cast a wandless and nonverbal Notice Me Not charm on himself, opened the door, and made his way into the hall. He collapsed three times on his way to the Hospital Wing. The moment he got inside he canceled the spells he'd cast on himself, gave in to the pain and exhaustion he was in from the entire ordeal, and fell asleep.

He was in a safe place now. Madam Pomfrey would see to him while he slept and have him mostly mended by the time he woke up. At the least it was over now. A few months to go and he could leave Hogwarts; and the horrors he's experienced in it over the years behind for good. Graduation day can't come soon enough.

The End.

A/N: Good lord, this one was a hard one to finish. I was never in quite the right mindset to finish it, but I finally have. Hopefully it's not bad.