Hi! This is going to be a Drarry book (obviously). If you don't like gay, leave now. If you are triggered and offended easily, leave now. You still here? Yay! The beginning of this chapter is going to almost identical some of Chapter 8 in the actual book (I'm gonna start this when Draco and Lucius are spotted at the quidditch world cup), and will them branch off into its own story. Also TRIGGER WARNING! Ok... I waffled a bit now... sorry. Bye! .

"...ah, and here's Lucius!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned quickly. Edging along the second row to three still-empty seats right behind Mr Weasley were none other than Dobby the house-elf's old owners - Lucius Malfoy, his son, Draco, and a woman Harry supposed must be Draco's mother.

Harry and Draco Malfoy had been enemies every since their first journey to Hogwarts, but little did they know, they both secretly had had a crush on each other for years and Draco only picked on him to cover it up. A pale boy with a pointed face and white-blonde hair, Draco greatly resembled his father. His mother was blonde, too; tall and slim, she would have been nice looking if she hadn't been wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose.

"Ah, Fudge" said Mr Malfoy, holding out his hand as the reached the Minister for magic. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do, how do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblansk - Oblonsk - Mr - well, he's the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, and he cant understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"

It was a tense moment. Mr Weasley and Mr Malfoy looked at each other and Harry vividly recalled the last time that they had come face to face; it had been in Flourish and Blotts bookshop, and they had had a fight. Mr Malfoy's cold grey eyes swept over Mr Weasley, and then up and down the row.

"Good Lord Arthur," he said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the top box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched much?"

Fudge, who wasn't listening, said, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"How - how nice," said Mr Weasley, with a very strained smile.

Mr Malfoy's eyes had returned to Hermione, who went very pink, but stared back determinedly back at him. Harry knew exactly what was making Mr Malfoy's lip curl. The Malfoys prided themselves on being pure-bloods; in other words, they considered anyone of muggle descent, like Hermione, second class. However, under the gaze of the Minister for Magic, Mr Malfoy didn't dare say anything. He nodded sneeringly to Mr Weasley, and continued down the line to his seats. Draco shot Harry, Ron and Hermione one contemptuous look, them settled himself between his mother and father.

"Slimy gits," Ron muttered, as he, Harry and Hermione turned to face the pitch again. Harry could only take his eyes away for a second before they snapped back to the gorgeous blonde. Draco felt the pair of brilliant green eyes staring at him, he turned his head and their eyes met. Sparks flew. Neither of them could look away, they hadn't noticed that the Irish had come onto the quidditch match with their masses of fireworks. The two boys became entranced, lost in each others eyes. Their precious moment was broken when Ron punched Harry in the arm, bringing him back to his reality. Draco looked away, his pale cheeks turning a light shade of pink, before looking back to the pitch. Harry was embarrassed, his face turning a deep shade of pink, Hermione looked over and him,

"Are you ok, Harry? You've gone awfully red," she said, putting an arm on his shoulder. Harry quickly swatted her hand away and put his cold hands on his face, hoping to make the redness disappear.

"I'm fine, Hermione. Look! It's Krum!" Harry quickly became fixated on the game, cheering and booing as each team scored. Harry couldn't concentrate on the game too much however, he kept thinking about Draco. How Draco had actually stared back, did he like him back? "No," Harry thought, "Draco's straight? Isn't he? I'm sure he's going out with Parkinson," Harry tried to dismiss his thoughts but they still bothered him, even after the game had ended and all they Weasleys were in their tent celebrating. Harry eventually fell asleep, he dreamed about the moment he shared with Draco, but to his relief, this time it seemed to last forever. Well...that was until he was rudely awaken by Mr Weasley screaming for him and Ron to wake up...

Miles away in Malfoy Manor, Draco lay awake, plagued by the very same thoughts that had kept Harry awake. He sat up in frustration and began to talk to himself, "You're so stupid Malfoy! Why can't you do anything right? Just fall in love with a girl, how is that so hard?" He was careful not to be too loud in case his father heard him, he knew that if he ever suspected anything, he probably wouldn't live to see his next birthday. But he wasn't quiet enough...

Lucius stormed into Draco's room, shortly followed by a nervous Narcissa. Lucius pulled Draco to his feet and turned to Narcissa.

"Get out!" He shouted to her and she shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind her. Lucius turned his attention back to Draco, who was now whimpering and covering his face, knowing what to expect. His angry father grabbed his threateningly by the shirt. "And what exactly do you think you're mumbling about at this disgusting hour?"

Draco could barely speak as he tried to hold back tears, he shook his head,

"N-nothing Father...I just c-couldn't sleep. I-I swear!" Lucius gave him the answer he didn't want. He punched his son in his stomach, knocking the wind out of Draco so he fell to his knees. Lucius was disgusted by the sight of his cowardly son. He whacked him hard, multiple times with his walking stick, leaving large purple bruises all over him. He took his wand out of the cane and pointed it at Draco, who was lying on the floor, clutching his bruised stomach.

"I'm sorry Draco, but you know you deserve this," he said, making sure his aim was perfect, "Crucio!" Draco immediately screamed in agony, his inside felt like they were tearing apart. Between screams, he pleaded with his father to stop, eventually Lucius eased the curse. But he just came back even stronger with a curse that very few knew about.

"Sectumsempra!" Draco felt his body being cut into all over, he screamed ever louder and writhed in pain. He looked at his dad, willing him to stop. Lucius took pity on his son and stopped, without another word, he left the room and returned to his own, leaving Draco bleeding on the floor. Draco managed to drag himself to his bedside table, he opened the drawer and took out a few bandaged he kept in there for this very reason. He just about managed to patch himself up and crawl into bed before he collapsed out of exhaustion and pain, falling into an uneasy sleep...

So there ya go! I kinda like the abused Draco theme so I'm using it too. Let me know if you enjoyed and thank you for reading .