Dark Sunday

A Very Short Draco Story

Author : Finn-Turner

Rating : R for slashy-ness, non-con, implied spousal/child abuse, and being generally dark.

Summary : Draco thought he knew Harry. Inspired by the song "Sunday Morning" by No Doubt.

Author's Note : you do not need to hear the song to understand the fic. You do not need to interpret the excerpt from the song the way I did to understand the fic. I just thought it would be appropriate to cite what really inspired this. Thanks – and please review, good or bad. Also, I'll be uploading the accompaniment as soon as I can, which will probably be sometime tomorrow.

Disclaimer : I'm not in affiliation with J.K. Rowling, any of her representatives, or the companies that publish Harry Potter or that bring the novels to film. I'm just a 16-year-old with a small obsession and a computer. Thanks

I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well, so well
((--Sunday Morning, No Doubt))

And I thought I knew you. I thought I knew you. I thought I could trust you, but I guess I couldn't.

I guess I couldn't.

And you stared at me on Sunday like you knew me, like you knew what I was thinking. You thought about last Sunday, how you had gotten me.

I thought I knew you, Harry. I thought I knew you.

It's always Dark Sunday.

Dark Sunday cause I know you will find me. Dark Sunday because I knew Father thinks of me. Dark Sunday cause Mother will be pushed against the wall, having taken my place as the ragdoll of the manor. Dark Sunday because you will find me and you will treat me like the others.

You think you are different, Potter. You're just the same as they are and I was. I used to be like you – pushy and greedy.

Not anymore, Potter.

Not anymore.

Not after what has happened to me Potter.

But I thought I knew you. I thought I knew that you loved me, that you would never hurt me and what did you do?

Dark Sunday, Harry.

It'll be another Dark Sunday.

You find me in the Quidditch pitch. I don't know how, as I was hiding.

I would have never kissed you if I had known it would escalate into this.

It begins to rain and the rain soaks my cloak.

You tell me I look beautiful, all slick with rain and dripping. You tell me that my face is beautiful, covered in the damp.

I thought I knew you.

I thought you were different, Harry. But you're not. We're the same.

It was a Dark Sunday. There will always be a Dark Sunday, Harry.

Dark Sunday, Harry.

I thought I knew you.

You touch my arms and I know it's coming.

Dark Sunday.

You lurch against me.

Dark Sunday.

"I love you, Draco."

No, you don't.

Dark Sunday.

You love what I give you.

Dark Sunday.

"Draco…" Your purring is driving me mad. My name over and over as you lurch and groan and push and force. Dracodracodracodracodraco.

Dark Sunday.

You laugh into my ear after a small whimper. I feel it. How I feel it.

Dark Sunday.

Mother's spine smashes into the wall.

Dark Sunday, Harry.

Always, Dark Sunday.

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