D/c 2: Poem at end by me.
All righty. New story. Look at the warnings and do not flame me whatsoever. It's your fault if you read this. Don't waste my time if you think it sucks.
Warnings, please read.: Lots of crude language, slash DMHP, LMSS, DMBZ, hinted/mentioned rape (non-con), alcohol abuse, child abuse, cutting/self-mutilation, char. death. Not a happy story. Look for updates on anything I may have missed.
I'm thinking about a sequel, but I'm not sure yet.
About: Draco is 16. It's Summer and Snape is staying at the Malfoy Mansion for the holiday. It's later in Summer so it's not hot. That's why it mentions chilly and long sleeves often. Narcissa is away and Draco's left to suffer. He goes to Blaise when he needs to be held and Harry when he needs someone to fight and fuck with.
(Fuck is written a lot. It's just a word, get over it. Don't be offended, or don't read. I'm telling you now, it's a powerful word and I go for power.)
Enjoy, and please review.
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through their smiles.
"God damnit Draco." Severus Snape growled at his godson. He'd pulled the sixteen year old into one of the many rooms littering the upper floor of the Malfoy Mansion where he was currently staying. He yanked up Draco's long sleeves and pulled out his wand. Casting a revealing charm, Draco's skin screamed up at him.
"Severus..." He whined, trying to pull away and failing. Snape's beady black eyes went narrow upon scanning the blonde's bruised arm. Angry red lines flashed like fire against his purple and white flesh. What else of his body showed under his long clothes was bruised as well. He was working on a black eye and a gash from being backhanded and cut from a ring.
"Trying to kill yourself won't improve the situation." Snape barked shortly. His cheeks were becoming slightly red, not flattering at all to his greasy appearance.
"I wasn't!" He protested immediately, this time successfully twisting his arm free from the grasp. He pulled his sleeve back down, hiding the scabs. He stormed from the room into the lengthy hallway and ran as fast as he could to his room, feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet with his light steps.
Snape stepped into the hall just as the moody teenager's door slammed shut. He sighed, running his long, thick fingers through his stringy hair. He wasn't a very good godfather. He contemplated this as he floated through the hall noiselessly and smooth like a phantom. One short knock on the elegant redwood door signified who the intruder would be. He opened the door as little as possibly, slipped in like a shadow and closed it once more.
"Sev..." Came a husky voice. "I thought you'd never get here. I was going mad with anticipation." Lucius drawled, eyebrows waggling suggestively. He laid on his large bed, wrapped in black silken sheets that covered his naked body.
"I hope I won't let you down then." Snape said in an equally impatient and silky tone as he shed his clothes, one article at a time. They hit the floor in little black piles almost as if he were shedding layers of his shadow. The chill of the room hit him, rising goosebumbs on his skin. He crossed the empty room and climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside the slightly larger man. Lucius was growing impatient and ground his teeth, just itching to bite onto the pasty, forbidden skin.
While Lucius had his way with Severus, or perhaps the other way around, Draco was in his personal bathroom, unaware. All that mattered to him was the razor, sparking in his fingers, lighting the twitching muscles so that they pressed the hard metal to his soft arm. He let the skin tear open and weep stinging tears of crimson. It spilled his anger onto the counter, splashing in fascinating patterns of living drops, that shone and swirled in the light like life itself. The pain in his heart that made his whole body ache with rage soon was focused onto his arm. His breath shook as he sighed, feeling helpless, as though he was nothing important. Of course it didn't help that his father was a sadistic man, bent on turning his son into a clone of himself.
Draco had just been through yet another fight with Lucius, resulting in physical damage to Draco. All he wanted right now was to be held in Blaise's warm arms. He would hold Draco with tears in his eyes and wouldn't say a word later. He wanted to rid his frustration by fucking Harry until he screamed out like he was under Cruciatus. However, Harry Potter was his archenemy and once Draco had let the name Harry slip without Potter or even a sneer, it earned him a fist in the eye. He was still feeling that, two days later. Not to mention the boy hated his guts. He only met with Draco twice this summer, both meetings unexpected and both had consequences of fury and sex. He just wanted the throbbing pain to leave his heart and his blade could only do so much.
Draco's hand trailed lower until it found it's way down the front of his slacks. His throbbing groin drove him crazy and Potter's bright green eyes, filled with lust, were flashing through his mind. The boy's teeth, clenching so hard that the muscles in his tan jaw flexed, making him seem more godlike. Pearly whites chewing on skin, trying not to scream aloud. Fingernails raking across his back, paying no mind to the belt welts, only bracing one body against the other. His rock hard body, just as scarred as Draco's own. The fiery heat between their bodies, scents mixing, blending with sweat and blood.
The blonde boy groaned out loud as he climaxed, finally leaning back against a wall and sighing shakily, pulling his sticky hand free. He lay there in a daze for a moment, the lightning eyes fading from his vision and the room coming back into focus. His heart rate slowed and he cleaned himself up with a spell, grateful for magic. He decided to go to see Blaise, needing something to do, and feeling unnaturally cold. He left without even bothering to tell anyone, not caring that he'd probably be beat up for that later.
Standing in the chilling Summer air, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He was sick of being stuck in the house with his father and godfather. Who knows where they snuck off to every day anyway, leaving Draco alone and bored. He banged on the door again, this time much harder, no longer caring about politeness. It soon swung open, revealing his olive-skinned best friend with rosy cheeks and sweat beads rolling over his perfect skin. The dark eyes lit up when he saw the visitor who had interrupted whatever it was he was doing. He stepped aside and Draco let himself in, kicking his shoes off at the door.
"What were you doing?" He asked, raising a pale eyebrow. His friend was dressed in a nice shirt, but it was undone at the top and his slacks matched the wrinkles. Blaise flushed a bit more and tried smoothing his clothes but Draco rolled his eyes.
"It's not like I care." He led the darker boy into the family room and froze, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Draco... I'm sorry... I just, she just came over here and..." Blaise looked incredibly uncomfortable, eyes shifting between the dark haired girl and his best friend. He fidgeted and Draco shook his head, smirk still dancing at his mouth.
"Pansy. No wonder I haven't heard from you." Her short black skirt was riding low on her hips and ruffled. Her blouse was open, showing a lacy black bra that looked way too tight. Her hair was a mess and her dark lipstick had smeared all over her face, as well as Blaise's, although it looked like he'd tried to wipe it off. She didn't move, only stared in fear, biting her lip. After all, no one wants to cross a Malfoy, not her, not even Blaise.
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Well? Do you think this will be good? It's short, and covers a span of like... a day and a half. But it's not bad, I don't think. You can constructively critisize if you feel it important, but don't just say 'That sucks, I'm never reading your stuff again.'
Thanks yall.