Title: Broken
Author: Meridian
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Flitwick
Summary: Draco knows what will happen if he fails, thats why he gives his all.
A/N: I didn't mean to make this so angsty and be so nasty to Draco...
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Draco really couldn't believe he'd really done it. He quickly pulled on his trousers and grabbed his top. The rest of his clothes could wait. He fled the bedroom not daring to look back, he knew what was back there the mere thought of it made him rush to the nearest loo to throw up everything he'd eaten the day before.
Draco flushed the toilet and let his body sink to the ground. The door to the cubicle was shut and locked. Draco didn't want anyone to see him this way. He felt hot and sweaty, and knew he looked even paler than normal. He put his hand to his forehead and reminded himself to breathe deeply.
When his eyelids closed the memories started coming. The alcohol was all that had gotten him through it. Tiny wrinkled hands wandered every crevice of his body, black eyes burned holes through him and the small but harsh cock was forced into him. Draco had lain there for him, doing as he was told, not even complaining as teeth bit to hard on sensitive areas.
He needed a shower, right now. He stripped as quickly as he could and jumped in the nearest shower. He turned it on hot- too hot, and he scrubbed at himself, but he still felt dirty. He let his tears fall knowing no one was here to see them, there was no one to care for him, he hugged his arms to himself.
He heard his fathers voice, so quiet and soft, but saying the most terrible of things. No failure, or he would know what would be done to him. At the time Draco had just stared at his father in shock and now he'd given everything to keep him happy. He would not fail, not charms at least. He felt broken and used by the world.
He let the water of the shower turn his skin red as cried to the emptiness inside him.
Author: Meridian
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Draco/Flitwick
Summary: Draco knows what will happen if he fails, thats why he gives his all.
A/N: I didn't mean to make this so angsty and be so nasty to Draco...
~*~
Draco really couldn't believe he'd really done it. He quickly pulled on his trousers and grabbed his top. The rest of his clothes could wait. He fled the bedroom not daring to look back, he knew what was back there the mere thought of it made him rush to the nearest loo to throw up everything he'd eaten the day before.
Draco flushed the toilet and let his body sink to the ground. The door to the cubicle was shut and locked. Draco didn't want anyone to see him this way. He felt hot and sweaty, and knew he looked even paler than normal. He put his hand to his forehead and reminded himself to breathe deeply.
When his eyelids closed the memories started coming. The alcohol was all that had gotten him through it. Tiny wrinkled hands wandered every crevice of his body, black eyes burned holes through him and the small but harsh cock was forced into him. Draco had lain there for him, doing as he was told, not even complaining as teeth bit to hard on sensitive areas.
He needed a shower, right now. He stripped as quickly as he could and jumped in the nearest shower. He turned it on hot- too hot, and he scrubbed at himself, but he still felt dirty. He let his tears fall knowing no one was here to see them, there was no one to care for him, he hugged his arms to himself.
He heard his fathers voice, so quiet and soft, but saying the most terrible of things. No failure, or he would know what would be done to him. At the time Draco had just stared at his father in shock and now he'd given everything to keep him happy. He would not fail, not charms at least. He felt broken and used by the world.
He let the water of the shower turn his skin red as cried to the emptiness inside him.