This story is inspired by the song "The Last Night" by: Skillet

Summary: What will happen when Harry finds a bleeding Draco in the boy's bathroom? Will he be able to save the blonde Slytherin? What truths will surface? And how it will affect them both? (During the 6th year of Harry and Draco's Hogwarts) M for safety

Warning: mature situations, Self-infliction, cutting, abuse

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Draco

CHAPTER 1

"Draco you will marry the Smithfield's daughter, Rose. You will carry on the line with her and you will give up this act of defilement. I will not have my child choosing to be an abomination. It is disgusting and unnatural."

All Draco wanted to do was to cry as his fathers words replayed in his head.

"Am I reality am something disgusting? What is the point of living if what I am is wrong?" the blond mumbled to himself.

Draco's parents have been like this to him for the past two months. This was when one of the House elves found a homoerotic magazine hidden under a stack of papers in Draco's closet while cleaning, and went to ask his parents what she should do with it.


*FLASHBACK*

On Tuesday morning, almost one and a half months after Draco's secret was revealed, Lucius Malfoy came strolling into the dining hall with an unusual twisted smile on his face. He sat down at the head of the table, sipped his tea and read the Daily Profit.

"Draco," spoke Lucius as he placed the wizarding newspaper on the table so he could face his son as he continued. "I have some acquaintances of mine coming over in a few days and I would like for you to join your mother and I to show them some hospitality."

Mr. Malfoy's creepy smile never wavered, as he glared at Draco, waiting for the correct answer that he silently demanded from the boy through his own eyes.

"Of course" Draco responded in a proper voice, knowing any other would result in a scolding. "It would be an honor to accompany you both to great your acquaintances." The Slytherin boy finished.

"Good, they will arrive at half six Friday evening"

Draco finished his breakfast, leaving his toast with only two bites taken out of it and his sausage and eggs untouched. He went to his room and stayed there until being called to dinner, like the blond did every day for the last two months. He was really hoping it wasn't what he thought it would be about.

Draco tried for the first few weeks to act like nothing had changed. All this did was cause his mother to break down in tears and piss his father off to great proportions. While at the manner, the only time he was allowed to be seen is a dinner and breakfast due to the incident. His parents had taken a new meaning to not talking to their son, which was nothing new for Draco. Missing ether one would also be punishing for the boy as well, his father would mark him with a new trinket that he had recently grown custom to, a hexed quill that he used for all Draco's punishments. If the blonde wasn't seen at the table for either of the meals, his father would just add to the scars left over from his other punishments. Due to this fact, Draco made sure to be at both every day.

Also, Draco had to write the same sentence over and over again, "I'm not going to defy my honorable father, Lucius Malfoy again".He had to write it so many times that he was begging to finish before Lucius would let it up. Lucius was one of the only ones who knew the non-marking charm, a charm that gave all the pain but no visible markings. The only good thing for the boy was the pain let him know he could still feel something, even if it was pain.

It wasn't long after the first few punishments that Draco was in search of a vice from something that would give him the same feeling as the hexed quill produced. This was so he knew he had some control of his new twisted life, a cutting spell in one of his father's books. He started using this spell that was normally used when slicing vegetable for cooking.

Friday evening came and Draco knew denying the invitation from his father was forbidden. he knew it would only make his life worse. Being a part of an old pureblood family was a high honor, it really was. Draco knew that coming out to the world would be dishonoring to his family, resulting in the loss of the little life he still had. he didn't know where he'd go if he ended up disowned, homeless, and broke. That punishment was the regarded as worst punishment that could happen to any pure blooded family in the wizarding world. This is why Draco knew, even if he didn't want to, he'd be unhappy and marry some pureblood witch. He just hoped his father wasn't going to throw him into that anytime soon because Draco wasn't ready for it yet.

Just shy of half six the young Malfoy hair arrived in parlor where his parents had told him they were going to meet their guests. He found a seat in an unoccupied chair. His parents were already there and didn't speak when he arrived.

The Malfoy trio sat in complete silents for what seems to be a long time, Narcissa Malfoy sat looking at her hands that was occupying her lap; Luaus looked to be focusing his gaze at an invisible object that occupied the far wall, and Draco's domineer, while on the surface might have looked much like his fathers, showed no sign of what he was feeling on the inside however.

The pop of the Head house elf Diobul to inform the arrival of Malfoy's guest was what pulled trio from their thoughts. All three did the proper Per Blood thing and was on their feet by the time another house elf guided the Smithfield's in. Mr. Smithfield was a was rather a pertly man with a some what of a pointed nose and mercy gray eyes which he was using to give some what the same pure blood superior look Draco's father was known for. Mrs. Smithfield however was vary thin, with a model like completion and honey colored hair, that was wrapped up on top of her head. Her eyes light brown in color and gave off a some what wormier felling then her husband's. Their daughter resembled the mother all but in the style of her hair,which was elegantly braided in a single form and draped over one of her shoulders and by the way she stood. Draco thought that she looked to be somewhat shy and didn't seem to want to make much eye contact much with anyone.

The Malfoy's and Smithfield's retired back to where Draco and his parents where at prayer to the arrival of their guest. It wasn't long before the truth came out about Draco's furthers intentions, an engagement. The end was what Draco should have expected. He knew his life wasn't going to make him happy. He knew his father was going to pull something like this. He had just really hoped it was a long time from now. He smiled through the whole experience, knowing he didn't really have a choice anyway. His first internal meltdown was when his father started acting like the whole incident was a faze, that he would grow out of it. Draco was relieved that the dinner was short and that betrothals took years to conduct, after words was when the argument started that made his father say those word that haunted his dreams and made him wonder if those words wore true. He was itching to get to his room to let out the pain he could control.


It was now a week after the meeting and Draco was glad when his Hogwarts letter came. It meant that school was going to start and he would be able to leave the cold manner behind for a long while. Ever since fifth year, when all this started, he took the pain out on others. This helped for a while, even taken the cutting out of the equation, just a small bit, because he made everyone else feel just as unwanted as he was. However, He realized that the numbness was still there. It got to the point where Draco would sometimes use the spell more than once a day.

The one thing about fifth year he remembered though, Harry bloody Potter. That boy was how Draco figured out his preference was blokes, not birds. He had a hunch that something about the boy was different for him, he just didn't know what it was exactly till patrolling for that toad of a woman. He took his pain out on Harry because that boy wasn't helping with the situation, he was making it worse. All Draco could think of was how his hair looked like he just had sex, the green in his eyes held just a small twinkle. Draco found it harder to be what his father wanted him to be and it was all because of Harry bloody Potter, the boy wonder.

This was the first year that Draco spent his winter break in the Hogwarts castle instead of returning home, like most of the students did. He loathed the thought of going back to that cold manner and being cooped up in his room, forgotten and unwanted.

Draco felt worse when summer holiday came, not because he had to go back to the manner. It was who was waiting for him that had the blonde's blood run cold.


...*C*...


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