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This is Slash...so… :P
Embrace of Darkness
A salty tear slid down his cheek as he sat in his room. He shuddered at the thought of what his father had just done to him. His body was battered and violated. The tears began to fall faster and his mind was a jumbled mess as pictures flashed before his eyes. His father had raped him. Raped him and beat him and yet he could nothing about it. He sobbed quietly not wanting Lucius to here. His heart began to slow as his tears subsided and he stared unblinkingly at the blackness before him. He'd lost everything that he had been clinging onto, that small piece of hope that one day he'd be free and able to get away. He was tired of fighting for life, and he made his decision. The decision to take his own life at Hogwarts. He'd rather die there than any other place. His seventh and final year was tomorrow and he would be there, around a false façade of happiness and evil. Around the laughing smiling faces of those who he envied... He blinked when the picture of emerald green eyes flashed before him. He wanted him, wanted him to hold him and comfort him, wanted him to tell him that everything would be okay. He sighed softly knowing it would never happen and most likely Harry would be delighted to hear of the tragic demise of the one and only Draco Malfoy. His eyes began to droop and sleep was becoming something he needed, but wouldn't allow, for he was too fearful of what would happen if he were to close his eyes. So he let the darkness embrace him, letting it sleep for him.
***
Draco slid into a sot leather seat in an empty train compartment. His eyes were bloodshot and had mean looking red rims and bags. His face was pale…paler than normal. He pressed a cold hand down on his exposed arm, brutally ripping the scabs open from where he had cut himself before. Opening the deep wounds, feeling the searing pain as he scratched harder at the sensitive flesh. Forgetting all his thoughts and troubles for just that temporary morbid moment of calm pain. Just as he closed his eyes the door swung open with a loud, laughing crowd proclaimed of Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and him. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Quickly pulling the arm of his robe over the torn arm he braced himself, not wanting to turn around and face them. The laughing ceased, as they obviously spotted Draco sitting next to the window.
"Get out Malfoy." Said Ron, pure malice dripping off his harsh words.
With a small shudder of sadness Draco stood up, back still faced towards the trio, he dropped his head and walked past them, ignoring the glares he could feel from Ron. He hoped they hadn't noticed the blood under his nails, or his face, or even the blood that was slowly running down his hand.
"Don't have anything to say? What did your daddy finally shove his nasty cock in your mouth to shut you up!" Ron questioned loudly, and laughing cruelly.
Draco stopped, the tears coming fast. He turned his face halfway to see Hermione glaring at Ron and Harry staring at him with concern on his face. But he doubted it was really concern, more like amusement. He couldn't move now, he was stuck staring at the trio through sore blurry eyes, feeling he tears run heavier down his cheeks and then tasted their saltiness on his lips. He finally turned and began to walk, but his mind was racing with images and voices, and tried to move faster only to feel overcome with weakness and black take over his vision entirely.
***
He kept his eyes closed once he woke up. The first thing that he did noticed was how sore his body was and aching. His eyes seemed to be glues shut, possibly from the tears. Then ever so subtle he felt a hand caressing his cheek and squeezing his hand. Wondering who it was he forced his eyes open, letting them adjust. When his vision settled he found himself staring into the cold, hard, icy blue eyes of his father.
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More to come for those who want it. Please review!!! Thanks!
This is Slash...so… :P
Embrace of Darkness
A salty tear slid down his cheek as he sat in his room. He shuddered at the thought of what his father had just done to him. His body was battered and violated. The tears began to fall faster and his mind was a jumbled mess as pictures flashed before his eyes. His father had raped him. Raped him and beat him and yet he could nothing about it. He sobbed quietly not wanting Lucius to here. His heart began to slow as his tears subsided and he stared unblinkingly at the blackness before him. He'd lost everything that he had been clinging onto, that small piece of hope that one day he'd be free and able to get away. He was tired of fighting for life, and he made his decision. The decision to take his own life at Hogwarts. He'd rather die there than any other place. His seventh and final year was tomorrow and he would be there, around a false façade of happiness and evil. Around the laughing smiling faces of those who he envied... He blinked when the picture of emerald green eyes flashed before him. He wanted him, wanted him to hold him and comfort him, wanted him to tell him that everything would be okay. He sighed softly knowing it would never happen and most likely Harry would be delighted to hear of the tragic demise of the one and only Draco Malfoy. His eyes began to droop and sleep was becoming something he needed, but wouldn't allow, for he was too fearful of what would happen if he were to close his eyes. So he let the darkness embrace him, letting it sleep for him.
***
Draco slid into a sot leather seat in an empty train compartment. His eyes were bloodshot and had mean looking red rims and bags. His face was pale…paler than normal. He pressed a cold hand down on his exposed arm, brutally ripping the scabs open from where he had cut himself before. Opening the deep wounds, feeling the searing pain as he scratched harder at the sensitive flesh. Forgetting all his thoughts and troubles for just that temporary morbid moment of calm pain. Just as he closed his eyes the door swung open with a loud, laughing crowd proclaimed of Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and him. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Quickly pulling the arm of his robe over the torn arm he braced himself, not wanting to turn around and face them. The laughing ceased, as they obviously spotted Draco sitting next to the window.
"Get out Malfoy." Said Ron, pure malice dripping off his harsh words.
With a small shudder of sadness Draco stood up, back still faced towards the trio, he dropped his head and walked past them, ignoring the glares he could feel from Ron. He hoped they hadn't noticed the blood under his nails, or his face, or even the blood that was slowly running down his hand.
"Don't have anything to say? What did your daddy finally shove his nasty cock in your mouth to shut you up!" Ron questioned loudly, and laughing cruelly.
Draco stopped, the tears coming fast. He turned his face halfway to see Hermione glaring at Ron and Harry staring at him with concern on his face. But he doubted it was really concern, more like amusement. He couldn't move now, he was stuck staring at the trio through sore blurry eyes, feeling he tears run heavier down his cheeks and then tasted their saltiness on his lips. He finally turned and began to walk, but his mind was racing with images and voices, and tried to move faster only to feel overcome with weakness and black take over his vision entirely.
***
He kept his eyes closed once he woke up. The first thing that he did noticed was how sore his body was and aching. His eyes seemed to be glues shut, possibly from the tears. Then ever so subtle he felt a hand caressing his cheek and squeezing his hand. Wondering who it was he forced his eyes open, letting them adjust. When his vision settled he found himself staring into the cold, hard, icy blue eyes of his father.
~~~
More to come for those who want it. Please review!!! Thanks!