haha this is a fic i may or may not update ever again... ^_^;;

i just wrote this cuz i was bored and i had too much CCS on my mind... LOLOLOLOLOLOL!! i could never get sick of CCS!!! ^_^ haha well ANYWAY you can read this now...

DISCLAIMER: (since i'm too lazy to put it in my bio thingy haha) i don't own Harry Potter or any other character in the book... counting Harry Potter... LOL

Hidden Life

by: hikari

(chapter 1 possibly... haha)

"Draco!  Get in here!!!"

Draco was playing solitaire with his self-shuffling cards but stopped instantly at the sound.  He started sweating, but he tried to hide it as he went into the living room.  His father was sitting on the sofa, his switch in hand.  Draco gulped and tugged on his collar a bit before standing in front of his father.

"Did you do this?" his father asked, his voice dangerously quiet, his eyes narrowed.  Draco's eyes widened and he didn't move, paralyzed by his father's icy glare.  "LOOK AT THIS!!!" his father commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him.  Draco slowly looked down toward a spill of some food from dinner.  Draco's father was currently holding a plate of the same food with some hanging out.  His lip trembled and his hands started shaking.  He knew what this meant for him.  "I-I'll... st-st-start cleaning... thi-this..." Draco whispered.  "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!!"

Draco forced his body to straighten up and made himself look into his father's eyes.  Well, not quite.  He stared instead into his father's nose.  He couldn't make himself look into those cold gray eyes.  He forced his breathing to slow down enough so he could speak.  More loudly, he said, "I'll start cleaning this, father."

"SO YOU DID DO THIS!!" his father bellowed.  Draco desperately wanted to shake his head no, but he knew  that his father would whip him.  He would say that Draco was lying, even if he wasn't.  So he didn't nod or shake his head, just looked motionlessly at his father.

"HOW DARE YOU NOT ANSWER ME!!! I KNOW YOU DID THIS; DON'T LIE TO YOUR OWN FATHER!!" he yelled.  Draco's eyes widened as he knew what would happen next.

(i suck at sound effects by the way...)

Sounds of a whip hitting something echoed through the house as a boy cried out in pain.

"DON'T *WHIP* LIE *WHIP* TO YOUR *WHIP* FATHER!!  *WHIP WHIP* AND DON'T *WHIP* CRY!! *WHIP* THAT'S WHAT *WIHP* BABIES DO!! *WHIP WHIP*"

Draco forced his mouth shut and bit his tongue to ensure that no sound comes out of his mouth as his father whipped his legs a couple more times.  When it stopped, Draco looked up from the ground, from where he fell down in pain, slowly.  His eyes saw his father's feet and he quickly looked back down on the floor.  "LOOK AT ME." his father said forcefully.  Draco forced his eyes upward, where they met his father and the bright light.  He desperately wanted to shade his eyes, but didn't.

"TELL ME YOU'LL NEVER LIE TO ME AGAIN."

Draco's lip trembled but he said clearly, "I'll never lie to you again."

His father smiled, a rather cruel smile.  "Good.  Now go back to your room and sleep."  He left.

All was quiet for a minute as Draco pulled his bleeding legs with his hands, wincing when his hands touched the raw skin.  Then Dobby (is that how you spell his name?) came out with a wet towel.  He whispered, "Dobby will help Master Draco!" or as quietly as his voice would allow him.  He knew what his punishment would be for helping someone Draco's father punished, no matter how severe.  He carefully placed the towel on Draco's leg.  Draco covered his mouth quickly with his hand before his whimper came out.  Dobby dabbed the blood as much as he could, then he bandaged Draco's legs.  After Draco stood up, unsure of his legs' strength, he hastily pushed Draco back into his room before disappearing back into the kitchen to make his master's dessert in the kitchen.

Draco lay in bed thinking.  He wondered whether all parents had switches, yelled at their children for doing something that they didn't do, etc, etc.  He quickly shrugged off that thought.  That's a silly thought!  His father never did things without a reason.  For instance, his father said that Voldemort bewitched him.  Because he knew what his own punishment would be for going to the Dark Side.  It made perfect sense to Draco.  So obviously, Draco must have done something to deserve all of this injustice.  No, not injustice.  He shook his head.  He forced himself to think of something else.  Quidditch.  'I wonder who'll win the cup this year?'

His expression brightened.  He liked to play Quidditch.  He liked to think of himself as excellent, but of course he wasn't sure because his father forbade him to go outside after 4:00 in the afternoon.  So he had to content himself with watching the other boys playing outside.  Unaware of his feelings, he sighed, as a tear made its way down his cheek onto the pillow.

Ah… well, you can review if you want (REVIEW DAMMIT!)... I don't mind (YOU BETTER!) ah, don't mind all the little notes my hands are writing (YOU BETTER BE READING THIS!) because my hands are cruel little things (IF YOU ARE THEN YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO REVIEW) that'll type anything… ^^;; but it will be appreciated if you review (I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE MWAHAHAHAHA!!! possibly)