Author's note: Kind of an obscure idea, but most of mine are. This is a fic between Draco and the twins. They become friends and a little *ahem* more, if you know what I'm saying… Enjoy and please review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

'How did this happen?' Draco thought as he sat in the corner of the Malfoy dungeons. 'Why can't I ever just keep my damn mouth shut!?' He looked up when he heard voices from the stair well. There was the obvious voice of his father along with that sniveling coward, Wormtail. There were two other voices, prisoners no doubt, talking simultaneously.

The door was thrown open and two boys with bright red hair were tossed into the cell, landing roughly on the floor. "There," came Lucius' cold voice. "In where the vermin BELONG!" Draco hung his head, looking away from his father as he shot him an icy glare.

The two boys didn't seem to notice the blonde tied up in the dark corner. "You alright, Georgey?" one of them said. "Yeah, Freddie… I'm ok. You?" The other nodded. "Yeah." Their attention settled on Draco and each donned a vicious smirk, very Slytherin in nature. "Well, well, well…" they chimed together. "If it isn't the 'Ice Prince of Slytherin' himself. And what a lowly state you're in, too: your hands chained to a wall, your own father calling you vermin- not that we disagree- and being chained up in your own dungeon… That's the one that really takes the cake, we think…"

Draco did not respond. He didn't even look at the Weasley twins. They looked at each other, seeming slightly concerned. They had never known the blonde to just accept being insulted or to not have a comeback.

They cautiously approached him, but still he did not move. Fred was the first to speak, the bite gone from his voice. "Malfoy? You ok?" The blonde shook his head lightly, but still did not respond. "What happened to you?" George asked. Draco simply shook his head once more. George looked slightly irritated, but filtered it from his voice. "What? You won't tell us?"

Draco looked up into their faces, a broken look in his grey eyes. Fred understood. "You- You can't tell us, can you?" Draco's head fell once more, looking rather ashamed. George looked at Fred. "He's lost his voice?" Fred nodded. "I would assume that and more…" He spoke now in hushed tones. "It had to be something big to break him like this…"

They heard a scraping sound on the floor and turned to face it. Draco was dragging a foot through the dust. He seemed to be writing something. They crouched and watched the letters form. C-R-U-C-I-O. Both of them looked at the blonde, horror etched onto their faces.

"So… You were tortured so badly that you… You screamed yourself out?" George was having slight trouble keeping his calm. Draco nodded and Fred swore under his breath. "Who did this to you, Draco?" he asked. Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Draco indicated that the twins should move away from him, and they did so. He erased the word with his foot quickly before the door opened, admitting one Lucius Malfoy.

Draco flinched slightly when his father turned to him. The man's grip tightened on his cane as he spoke to his only son. "You are a disgrace!" On the last word, he struck the teen. Both twins cringed at the resounding crack of the cane on the boy's pale skin. Lucius continued lecturing his son, emphasizing his points with a blow. "You are spineless! –crack- Weak! –crack- Pathetic! –crack- It would have been best if you had never even been born! –CRACK- " Draco sat there, shaking tremendously, blood trailing from his lips and sharp pains stabbing his sides with every breath.

Lucius removed his wand from the handle of his cane, aiming it at Draco. The fair teen tried to brace himself for the inevitable, though he knew it would do him no good: it would still be excruciating. "Crucio!" Lucius shouted. Draco screamed, his voice gravely and filled with agony, his body thrashing in extreme pain. The tears began filling his eyes. When the curse was stopped he collapsed, only held up by the chains that bound him. Lucius looked scathingly at his son before striking him once more with his cane and exiting.

Both the twins retched at what they had just witnessed. How could Lucius do something THAT vile?! Draco was his son! His only son, for that matter. They crawled over to Draco's twitching form, both too shaken to stand. Fred reached out tentatively, placing a hand lightly on Draco's shoulder. The blonde flinched at the touch and looked up to see who his new tormentor was. When he saw that it was the twins, he looked down and allowed his tears to fall, feeling vulnerable yet safe with them.

The twins pulled him gently into their arms, a twin on each side. He rested his head on their shoulders as he sobbed silently. "We'll do whatever we can to help you, Draco," George said. "We'll protect you," Fred said. They peppered Draco's neck and cheeks with kisses, trying to offer him whatever comfort and affection they could. Draco pulled away briefly to write in the dust once more: I'll get us out of here.

This was their promise: to protect each other, help each other to the best of their abilities, and to comfort and love each other the best they could, because no one else would.

Note: K this is only the first chapter. Idk if I'll extend it or not…