Heyo! So I'm back, yes I'm alive. I'm sorry for being so inactive and everything but I'm back and rewriting one of my first fanfics. I actually discontinued it cause I was discontent about how it was going about and with school I couldn't keep up with everything but of course I sprung back and decided to rewrite it and with a beta this time as well. I hope you enjoy and thank you!
He heard a shrilling scream echo across the house. The sudden pain across his back forcing him back to reality as he was thrown against the wall. It was then he realised the screams were his, and were drawn from his body by his uncle. It was punishment for not waking up in time to make breakfast this morning.
He was shaking, trying not to make a sound as he was thrown onto his creaking bed and heard his Uncle unbuckle his belt. At that point he was used to this kind of torture and pain, he was a freak and deserved it, and he wasn't the precious Golden Boy the wizarding world expected him to be. Tainted and broken, unworthy of anyone's love.
He stifled a scream as a new yet familiar feeling washed over him. He felt full and his abdomen started hurting, tears started prickling at the corners of his eyes as he felt the searing pain go through him. Such a slut. A slut was what he was. Used and impure. How did his friends stand to be near him?
Finally he was let go, he shuffled nearer to the wall and curled up into a defensive position as his Uncle whispered something along what a "good boy" he was who didn't really deserve love and was only good for this. The door slammed shut and he heard the clicks of the locks, locking him in.
Trembling, he forced himself to get up and try to clean the cuts and stop the bleeding from some parts where his Uncle pushed too far. Taking apart the loose floorboard in his room, he grabbed the small glinting object catching his eye. A few more weeks and he'll be out of this hell hole. Hopefully he'll be able to survive this long.
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He woke up with a start, breathing heavily. Running his hand through his hair he cast a tempus. 5.04am damn. He got up shakily and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Who would've known, the so called pureblooded family of Malfoy had generations of Veela running through their blood. Yes, Draco Malfoy, recently inherited his family's bloodline and now is part Veela. But what a shame at that, millions of wizards and witches, and anyone of them could be his mate but only one constantly appearing in his dreams, or one could say…nightmares.
"Draco darling, why are you up so early?" an elegant voice drifted from behind him.
A gentle hand on his shoulder startled him from his reverie and he looked up to see his mother standing by him with a wondering look. He sat up straighter as a Malfoy should and greeted her.
"Good morning, mother. I was merely awaken and could not return to bed. Pardon me if I have awoken you." He said with all the elegance he could muster.
The couch dipped lightly next to him as his mother sat by him and placed a hand on his leg. "Draco, I understand you are a Malfoy but I am your mother, you don't need to be so poised around me"
With that he relaxed slightly. He trusted and loved Narcissa, she understood and was always there to aid him while Lucius expected him to be more poised and graceful. Although he knew of course he loved Draco, he always expected more from him. Maybe it was just how he was raised.
He raised an elegant eyebrow up slightly at his mother at the sudden question which was quietly directed at him.
"I- yes, mother" he slumped down, his fringe falling across his eyes "Tonight was worse though. I-it was horrible. I can't believe that someone has the heart to do that" he said suddenly furious.
"Do you want to tell me what you dreamt about, Dragon?" Dragon. A nickname his mother used since he was little to calm him. He breathed deeply and began emotionlessly.
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It was dark and he could hear the stifled screams and whimpers. Across where he was standing was a tremendously fat man standing above a scrawny, fragile looking boy who was thrown carelessly across the bed. He heard a belt unbuckle and his head snapped up from where he was scanning the boy's face. He looked wide eyed at the man who started hitting the exposed back of the boy with the belt.
Why isn't he doing anything? Why the fuck is he submitting
He was furious, no person should be treated this way but what he saw next felt like he was doused with ice cold water. The boy's pants which looked too big on him was being pulled harshly away, exposing him, as the whale of a man pulled his own down as well.
He started seeing red and was suddenly growling as his claws were extracted. He wanted to do everything he could to get to them and rip off the man's throat but from past experiences he learnt that no matter what he was frozen where he was and couldn't do anything but stand there and watch.
He jolted awake right before he saw the boy with startling green eyes, dead to the world, pull out a razor.
That's that for now, I'll update when possible. All your support will be loved ^^ Thank you once again for reading.
Beta: offorensiics (tumblr)
Cover creds: lesbianthalia (tumblr)
