Why Do You Even Care?
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Disclaimer: I really don't see the point in these. I think we all know that I don't own the damn thing. Except for my pathetic girlish fantasies…but, it's what gets me through my sleepless nights.
Here's Chapter 1. This is my first Harry Potter fic, so be nice. Please update and enjoy!
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Chapter 1- I'll be coming home
Just to be alone -
I set my bags by the door; I'd get them later. I was all alone. I always was. Every summer when I came home from Hogwarts, I'd be alone. I guess I had consciously gotten used to it, but part of me wanted someone. I could have a friend over, if you even considered them that. The bastards either befriended me for my money or because they were frightened of my father.
- Cause I know you're not there
And I know that you don't care I can hardly wait to leave this place -"Welcome home young Master Malfoy." A stocky, old looking house elf said while bowing.
Draco smiled sadly. "No need for formalities Demetri." He paused and looked at the head house elf. Demetri had been working at the Malfoy Manor since before Draco was born. He had been in charge of making sure the young Slytherin stayed out of trouble, so they were quite close.
He was one of the most intelligent house elves Draco had ever met and that's saying something considering how many worked at the Manor. It was Draco who, as learning to read, shared his knowledge with him. And it was Draco who provided his books and told stories, as he got older. His English was impeccably good for a house elf.
Draco had given the house elf his name when he was little. He was reading a little book about a boy and his talking dog Demetri. Hell of a name for a dog, but from that point on, he called his house elf Demetri. He explained that they looked alike.
"By the way how was Paris sir…er Draco?"
Ah yes Paris. I was too stay there for the summer. Narcissa wanted me to meet and get to know the rest of the family. It was her side that was in Paris. They were nice most of the time, spoiling me and all. I guess they did have more of a Dark side to them. A few were death eaters, but a few were independent I guess you could say. They were on neither side. I liked them the best. I looked at Demetri and faintly smiled.
"It was fun I guess, better than here. I've only got two nights to be here though, till I go back to Hogwarts." He looked over at the tired house elf and sighed. "Hey Demetri…you've been working hard I'm sure, why don't you and the rest of the elves take the night off alright?"
"But Demetri'd rather stay here and make sure you're first night back is an enjoyable one." The older elf replied truthfully. He had grown fond of the boy.
"Demetri, there is no need. I'm sixteen and you haven't had a day off since my birthday I'm sure. You only get days off when I'm here and father isn't. Go…have fun. Here take this and go out for the night."
"Sir, that is an awful lot of money, Demetri could never…"
"Father DOESN'T pay you! Take it, go."
"Are you positive?" The elf asked hesitantly.
"Yes." The house elf smiled and ran up to hug Draco. He hugged back. Demetri informed all the other house elves and they all thanked their humble master kindly. Demetri was about to walk out the door when Draco spoke up. " Demetri…"
"Yes sir?"
The blond haired boy looked out the window. "When will Lucius and Narcissa be back?" He had long ago stopped calling them father and mother.
The house elf sighed. "They left about a week ago sir, but Demetri has no idea where to. They could be back any day now. Their bags weren't packed too heavily, 'sides your mother…you know how her suitcase always looks."
"Thank you Demetri." He walked out the door and locked it for his young master.
- No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone -
Draco grabbed his bags and heaved them up the many flights of stairs, not really sure why, he'd just be leaving in two days, and it was already late. He reached the third floor of his manor and walked down the huge hallway until he reached a hand carved black door. Opening the door to his dark colored room, he dropped the set of bags down onto the plush carpet.
In school he had to change in appearance, especially to suit his father's expectations. He was getting sick of it though, always doing what his father wanted, for Draco hated his father, and always had. Lucius was never there, and he made every decision for Draco's future. He didn't want to be a death eater or anything involving the 'Dark Lord.'
The Slytherin hated having to constantly ridicule Harry Potter. He always had to. Always. Having to leave the impression that he was the best, and more superior than everyone around him… when he wasn't.
And he knew he wasn't.
Lucius wanted his son to become him.
Draco looked in the mirror at his black make up, tight fitting black shirt with netting underneath, and chained pants. He wore a matching spiked collar and his nails were painted in match. It was his favorite color, despite many accusations. And, in black, you could hide. You could walk through shadows unseen, you could cry in a corner and blend. You could walk down the streets, and most would simply leave you alone, just by the sight.
I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life…why not embrace it? He thought bitterly.
The light-haired teen brought out his favorite lighter; black metal one, with the stereotypical death on the side. Its scythe was drenched with blood. He pulled out a drag and lit it, then let the flame die. He stuck the drag in his mouth, inhaling the relaxing, bittersweet addiction and then letting the smoke flow out of his light pink lips. It was a horrible muggle creation, he knew, but he loved them too much. It killed his stress level anyway.
After a few puffs, Draco pulled up his netted black shirt, letting it drop to the ground next to his bed. The familiar click from his lighter hit and the flame arose once more.
- You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off aloneHome, home this house is not a home -
The flame danced in the dark gray eyes of the seventeen year old boy. He couldn't help but be enchanted by the beauty of it. Flames could grow big or small, yellow, orange, blue, clear… they were always hot, and if left alone, and they always burned. He held the glowing flame to his the pale underside of his forearm. He got it close, taunting his desiring flesh with the heat. Then finally, he placed it against his arm, holding it there for only a couple of seconds, but that's all you needed. The skin had boiled up and was extremely red. But he loved it so. He had been doing it for years, and for years it had helped.
The cigarette in his mouth grew short, so he tossed it in his glass ashtray. He opened up his bag from school and grabbed a bottle of his best spiced rum. It was a pretty big bottle, he guessed around a liter. He opened the bottle and started drinking it heavily. Setting it down, he relaxed and made an exaggerated exhale.
Over in his nightstand, he had various metal contents. Anywhere from his knives to his morbid cookie cutters. The teenager had created the last things himself. He opened it up, and grabbed a couple. If you really looked at them, they didn't look like cookie cutters. They were far too detailed, but the stars and hearts the house elves had in the kitchen had started to bore him early on. So, he concocted a spell to make his own 'cookie cutter' for lack of better title.
He picked out his newest, unused rose with thorns along the edges. He put on a small kitchen glove and held the small object, only about 3 inches in circumference, out away from his body. He relit the lighter and let the fire heat the metal. He could see it getting hot enough, so lifted the end, where the design wasn't present. He placed it down right next to his last burn. When he let it up, the red, burnt skin had risen and taken the shape of a rose with thorns.
Draco could only smile.
He threw off his upper half clothing revealing many designs and many scars. The Slytherin grabbed his elegantly designed knife and let the fire burn it too. The metal heated and he dragged it across the top of his neck right above his collarbone and then again across his abdomen. The blood fell, but only for a minute. It was deep, but with the elevated skin, the crimson liquid wasn't present for too long.
The young wizard waited a couple minutes and then finally threw his shirt and netting back on. He lazily reached over for another drag. He smoked it, and relaxed, closing his eyes, but not falling asleep. He just lay there, trying to forget he existed.
Then suddenly the door to his room slammed open. " Draco!"
- By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly waitTill you get off my case -
"What?" Draco replied nonchalantly. He knew it was his father, and for the first time in his life he didn't care.
"WHAT?" Lucius cried in a mockery. "How dare you answer me like that!" He then did a double take on his son. "And what in Salazar's sake are you wearing? You look like a queer in that getup."
With his two fingers, Draco lifted out his cigarette and blew out smoke. "I believe they're called clothes." He answered sarcastically. Still lying back, he placed the drag back in his mouth.
"No one in my family is allowed to wear clothes like that!" His father stated in an uproar.
"Hmmm… must have missed that memo." Draco stated while still smoking. Out of anger Lucius walked over and grabbed the cigarette out of his son's month, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. Draco rolled his eyes and went to grab another one, but Lucius snatched them and threw them into the hallway. "What the fuck did you do that…" But Lucius shut him up by slapping Draco clear across the cheek.
- No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone -
"How dare you speak to me in that tone! What gives you the right?" Lucius said as he swiftly grabbed the boy up by the collar of his hated clothing and held him near his face. "You've been drinking too." Lifting his son higher, he roughly pinned him against the wall. Draco would admit, that he was a bit tipsy, but nothing too serious. Lucius leaned in and licked the remaining alcohol that coated the younger of the two's lips.
"Stop it!" Draco cried out as he kicked his father in the shin and they both fell to the ground.
Lucius was the first to get up. Draco looked up at his father and he felt the pressure and pain of the backhanded hit on the side of his face. He went flying into his dresser, unable to move, but still tried to pull himself up. All too soon, he felt the contact of his father's boots against his body, over and over again. The teenager's vision began to blur at the sides, as he felt his body weaken; coughing up into his shaking palm. He tried to get up one last time…but he heard something escape his father's mouth, and a white light suddenly appeared. The next thing he knew he was chained to his bed and his door was locked.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked irritably, watching the death eater place the wand on the table.
"Whipping you into shape." Lucius snapped.
He removed his shirt and gracefully walked over to his bound son. Draco felt his father's unloving lips pound onto his own. Lucius got angry with his son, and how he refused to comply in him. The older of the two bit hard against the younger's lips, making Draco hiss in pain. Blood dripped down from the side of his fair porcelain skin.
Lucius licked his lips and moved his snake like hands down to the tight fitted black shirt and netting. He grunted in disgust as he eyed it. He seized his wand once more and murmured a few words Draco couldn't make out. Again a flash of light, and his clothes were gone.
"Stop it! Narcissa will hear you…s-she'll do something." Draco stuttered a bit as his father crawled onto the bed.
His father smirked as he sat back and looked at his son. "You know how your mother is. A few drinks and she's incapable to string more than three words together without slipping. Plus, I'll probably have my fun with her after you." He paused for a second and stared intently at his son.
"Now that I get a good look at you... I bet you haven't had sex yet have you?" He looked at his son blasé face. "Are you a queer?" He asked in a laughing voice. But again, Draco's face didn't change. "Oh how fitting." Lucius paused. "Well I guess you'll enjoy this then."
"N-no don't." Draco stammered.
"Silence!" Lucius yelled, hitting his son across the face and stomach more than needed to keep him quiet. " Now…"Bending down, Lucius reached his destination of a pink nub. Going further, he darted out his tongue and circled his lips around it, until an abrupt sneer was heard and he bit down fiercely. Small, droplets of blood ran down Draco's chest, meeting more.
Lucius paused for a minute and sat up. He used his wand to brighten the extremely dim lights. "What is all this?" Lucius asked referring to the cuts and burns marks on his body.
- You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone -
There were shapes of all kinds, and fresh cuts along with fresh burns. "You did this to yourself? So my queer, smoking, drinking, son is also a masochist. Well, well, well… I never knew all this about you Draco."
Lucius saw the lighter of Draco's sitting on his bedside table. He lit the muggle object and moved it over to light a black candle of Dracos'. While the wax melted some, the death eater toyed and reopened his son's fresh wounds, causing Draco to flinch in pain.
Finally, the older picked up the thick candle and held it over Draco. "Well, enjoy."
He poured the wax, and watching it steam as it hit the cool insides of the teenager's cuts. Draco screamed out in agony. He didn't find enjoyment in this at all. The wax hardened in the crevasses of his cuts, making them relentlessly sting. And with the remaining wax burning in the candle He poured it onto Draco's lips, making them burn like hell. His father gave him a quick kiss on the dried wax covering the boy's lips. He then flaked off the pieces so that he could kiss the real thing, causing even more pain to Draco. The cut on his lip was now deeper and it was bleeding again. Draco got enough courage to bite his father's advancing tongue.
"Still so defiant." Lucius tsked.
Draco got a small rush of energy. He glared at his father, making him look stern back at him. "I hate you Lucius." He yelled to his sadistic father." I'm hated because of you. I'm not like you!" He cried out. " I'm not some egotistical, rich prick! I'm not a future death eater! I'll never be like you! I'm sick of people thinking I'm this cruel prejudice bastard. I want to be my own person!"
Lucius frowned sickeningly, leaning down close to his son's ear. "You'll become what I say you become." He spat. He straddled his son so his hardened member faced him, the tip of it barely touching his bottom lip.
"No…" Draco said shakily.
"Now Draco, don't make me angry." Lucius hissed as he hit Draco until he submitted.
Draco hesitantly opened his mouth, but before he could do anything else, his father forced himself in his mouth. The older man started to move back and forth into the teenager's mouth, causing him to choke a few times. He couldn't catch a breath at all and the thrusts were directly hitting his face. He could feel his father's balls at his chin and his head was hitting the headboard over and over; feeling the blood soak his hair and run down his neck. Doing nothing more then pray to anything and anyone that he was doing it right and he would come soon. His sad wish was answered as the seed of his father sat in his mouth. The horrible liquid painting the insides of his mouth.
"Now swallow."
"You sick…" Lucius had lost all patience. He pinned his son's neck to the bottom of the bed making him gag and sputter what was in his mouth.
"Do it." He commanded. Draco gave up and swallowed the revolting substance. He felt it thickly go down his throat.
"Good." He let go of his son's throat, watching as he sharply took in air. Draco's weak eye's fluttered open a couple minutes later. He swore he could have broken down and cried right then and there.
His father was hard again, and he knew he wouldn't leave until he was satisfied.
- Home, home
This house is not a
Home, home
This house is not a
Home, home
This house is not a
Home, home This house is not a home…I'm better off alone -
Lucius was sick of these cruel, childish games he was playing with his son. It was time he truly taught him a lesson for rebelling. His wand was used once more, and Draco was now chained on his stomach. Lucius hovered over his son's back, licking along the boy's spine. Draco shuttered as he felt the tip of his father's member brushing against his opening. "Lucius…please don't."
- No matter how hard I try -
He was still pretty wet from Draco's mouth and his seed still lingering on the outer edges of himself. Without warning, Lucius Malfoy plunged into his son, Draco Malfoy, stealing away his virginity.
- You're never satisfied -
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" No preparation, no lubricant. Draco could feel himself rip. He could feel that splits continuing to enlarge. It hurt so badly. He could feel the zippers of his father's pants cutting the back of his leg, scraping painfully. Barely breathing, barely conscious, Draco gripped his sheets as innocent tears streamed down his tender cheeks, softly whispering to himself. "Make it stop… make it stop… someone please make it stop."
But it didn't.
And nobody came to save him.
He had to wait it out. It was only a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours. And with each thrust, he lost a little more of himself. Maybe this was the real Draco Malfoy.
Then, there was that one, final plunge; it was so hard that Draco saw stars as he screamed. "Father!" He came inside Draco, and panted on top of his son.
After a few minutes or regulation, Lucius zipped his pants, but first using Draco's bed sheets to get the blood off of himself and his pants. While readjusting himself, he bent down to his barely breathing son. "You finally called me Father again." He said smirking.
The door slowly creaked open revealing a giddy Narcissa. "Hello…er… Draco right? Ya' having fun?" She giggled insanely and fell on her ass. "Draco…what a funny name. I wonder who came up with it."
Lucius rolled his eyes irritably. "Go to the bedroom whore." Narcissa only giggled and saluted Lucius. She stumbled once trying to get up, but finally she got on her feet and made her way to the bedroom. "I'll be back for you tomorrow. Don't miss me too much." Lucius said laughing as we strode out of the room and shut the door.
- You always disappear
Even when you're hereThis is not my home
I think I'm better off alone -
Draco couldn't move. He felt so broken. He couldn't even cry; he could feel them trapped inside. Lay there, naked, bloodied, beaten…and once more all alone. His bottom half seem paralized, and part of him wished he would never feel it again. Draco's eyes were wide, unable to even blink correctly. "I…wish…somebody would…come…h-help me." Draco rasped. Eyes blurring with haze; hearing his parents moaning and howling. All the more wanting to throw up.
Thankfully, Draco fell into a dreamless sleep.
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"Draco…Draco please wake up sir." A familiar voice whispered in his ear. Draco's eyes shot open and he was about to scream, but a small, gentle hand cupped itself over his mouth. "Shhh…shhh…Draco it's me, Demetri. It's okay." Demetri let go of his master's mouth and let the boy exhale.
"F-father…where is he?" Malfoy asked in a panic.
"It's okay, he's asleep. It's been a few hours since I left. Are you okay?"
"Father…he…he…" Draco started, but tears fell from his eyes.
"Listen to me Master Draco, don't let him win. He didn't break you; you're stronger than him. You've never called him father, don't, it's what he wants. Sir…you've got to stay quiet if you want to get out of here." Demetri stated in a hushed voice. " Demetri'd rather die then have you stay here, but first, lets get you out of these." He snapped his fingers and the chains were gone. Draco slowly got up and the house elf handed him the clothing he was wearing before. "Demetri is sorry you have no time to get cleaned up, but you have to leave now."
"Do whatever you can till you get to school. Demetri'll send you're things to Hogwarts, and your books were already bought. Once you get on the train and reach Hogwarts, you'll be free of him sir. He can't take you from there. You're safe there. And while at school you'll turn seventeen you're an adult. But you must go now before he wakes up or Demetri's sure he'll keep you here." Draco bent down to the teary eyed elf and hugged him tightly. "Take care of yourself…Draco."
"Thank you Demetri." The elf handed Draco his broom, his wand, and what money he had left over from what Draco had given him earlier. Draco reached into his drawer while Demetri wasn't looking. He grabbed his lighter along with his 'cookie cutters' and his favorite dagger; putting them in a small bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He opened the screen door to his balcony. The young Malfoy got up on the railing only looking back to see Demetri's face one last time. Taking a deep breath, he flew off into the night sky.
Once Draco was safely out of sight, the elder elf gathered all of Draco necessities. He made sure they all touched his skin. Then he snapped his fingers and he too was gone.
- Home, home
This house is not a
Home, home
This house is not a
Home, home
This house is not aHome, home
This house is not a home… ----------
I hope you guys didn't mind the song. It was Home by Three Days Grace. See, the song was the whole reason I started the story. I was sitting listening to it in my great grandmother's car and then all of a sudden I shouted ' I GOT IT' which made my dad swerve her car…scaring the shit out of my 87 year old grandmother. I'm said sorry…OH but back to the point. That's why I put it in there. I don't expect to make this a song fic…I don't believe. If I do…opps. But I really don't think I will. Sorry if it irritates you. I contemplated it for about and hour deciding whether to keep it or delete, but I think it describes Draco's feelings. And yes I had to make Draco go all goth, mainly cause I knew it would piss off his father. J Gotta admit though makes him sound even hotter doesn't it?
Well I hope everyone enjoy the first chappie. hands out Draco plushies YAH!!! Oh and I hope that no one gets ideas from this. It's my odd mind, I don't know how I get half the ideas I get. Heh. Well PLEASE REVIEW!!!! It'll make me sooo happy…if you don't…I'll send my army of squirrels after you!!! Hahaha…I will do it!!
-Suraka-chan