Harry wasn't really the strong type. Physically anyways. He was laying in bed, trying to rid himself of the ache in his entire body. There were guards, sitting outside his room, and Harry could hear them sometimes, exchanging words about this or that. Nothing of importance. He was starting to get a little stir crazy. Voldemort had ordered him to mandatory bed rest until he could walk without any aid, which was proving to be a lot tougher then he had originally thought. After what had happened with Mad Eye, it seemed that what little strength Harry had, was now gone.
"You'll be okay." Tom said, sitting beside him, putting a hand on Harry's knee. "Really, you were very brave. I'm proud of you, for not giving anything away."
Harry snorted. "Thanks." He let out a soft sigh, and rested his head against the pillow. He needed to get out of there. "I'm going crazy in here, Tom." He said, looking at the green and white painted room. He perked up when there was a knock on his door. "Come in." He called gently, sitting up and putting the pillow behind him. The door opened, and he smirked when Avery, Malfoy, and Crouch walked into the room, in an orderly line.
"Good morning, Potter." Lucius said, keeping his emotions off his face.
Harry let an evil smile spread over his face. "To what do I own this visit, gentlemen?" He asked, trying to imagine a way he could get one over on his favorite toys. Maybe another chase through the gardens? Or a tumble in the sack? Both were about the same when it came to amusement.
"The Dark Lord would like you to attend supper tonight." Avery said, smirking at the look in the teen's eyes, knowing that it meant something interesting was going to happen.
"I thought I wasn't allowed to move."
"Things change." Lucius said.
"Oh, such a cold voice, Lulu." He said, casting the man a withering look, before cracking another smile. He turned to the other two. "Wait for him outside the door." He ordered. They did as they were instructed, leaving Lord Malfoy alone with their master's crazy heir.
"What do you want?" Lucius asked, finally letting the anger he was feeling show in his voice and face.
Harry shrugged. "Are you still mad about that whole Draco thing?" He asked.
"Mad isn't the right word for it."
"Hmph." He pouted. "It's not like your son was unwilling." He pointed out.
"But I've seen how you use people. You throw them out, like they mean nothing to you when you're finished. How many people's hearts have you broken?"
"Maybe I wouldn't have?" He offered. "Maybe I actually like Draco."
"But I doubt it. Someone like you, you don't know how to have a relationship."
"Someone like me. What do you mean by that?"
"A whore!" Lucius snapped, with a venom that actually surprised Harry. The lord looked down at the teenager, who looked like he had been struck, and smirked. "You don't like that?" He asked, with fake sympathy.
Harry bit his lip, and turned to the side when he felt Tom's hand on his shoulder. That hand, reminded him to stay in control. "You're wrong..." He said, looking back up at the blond.
"Am I?" He asked with a smirk.
"Yes, whores get paid, and make a respectable business with what they do." He said, returning the nasty look full force. "I do it, because I can."
Malfoy's face fell slightly, then he glared full force at the boy. He walked over to Harry, and seemed to have to physically restrain himself from lashing out. "You vile little beast." He snarled.
Harry pouted, a strange look in his eyes, which Lucius had never seen before. "You know what I've learned, hoeing my way through your manor?" He asked. He reached out, and grabbed Lucius by the shirt, and pulled the Lord on top of him. "That some people are best in bed, when they're angry. Are you?"
Lucius let out a disgusted snarl, and pushed himself away, almost hitting Harry in the face. "Are you really so desperate? Will you really go for anything that moves?"
Harry nodded. "Just about."
"We're done here." Lucius spun around, and made his way towards the door.
"Strange, no one's turned me down before." He said.
The man stopped for a moment. "If I was your father..." He said, he turned and looked at Harry, with something like pity in his silver eyes. "I would murder any adult who put their hands on you, and trained you to think that this was acceptable." Then he nodded, and opened the door, leaving Harry there feeling like shit. He didn't understand what the man meant, and it drove him insane that someone had turned him down.
Avery had stayed, and leaned against the wall, watching the young man fume. "You really pissed Malfoy off." He said, after a few minutes of silence had passed.
"I don't care!" He snapped at his guard, throwing a pillow. He felt something foreign building up in his eyes, but quickly blinked it away.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, sitting on the kid's bed.
Harry shook his head, and looked at the wall. "Who is going to be at supper?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"The usual." Avery shrugged. "So, what happened?"
Harry looked up at the man, and frowned. He grimaced when he thought of Malfoy's last words to him. "Nothing, it's private."
"Hmm." Avery said, nodding and looking out the window. "So...both Malfoys turned you down, huh?"
Harry turned a dark crimson color, and gaped at his guard.
"What?" The man asked, shrugging his shoulders.
"Get out." Harry growled.
Avery smirked, but still complied. He was chuckling all the way out, much to Harry's annoyance.