A/N: I really should get back to my main story but I keep getting more ideas. This will probably only have one or two short chapters but I really want to write it. Anyway, Enjoy!
Draco was just sitting there. In a death eaters meeting. The worst place ever and the last place he wanted to be. He would much rather be with his...Boyfriend? Crush? What is it called when it's just kissing but you wish it was dating. He doesn't know but Voldemort is going over some rules so maybe he should listen. Just in case he accidentally breaks one.
"Number one: NO FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY!" Voldemort yells. At this point, Draco doesn't care. He knows they will use Veritaserum on him if they sense he is lying. Plus, Voldy needs him and its fun making him mad when he knows he cant do anything to him. He slowly raises his hand with a smirk playing on his mouth.
"Does making out with the enemy count as fraternizing or...?" He asks. Voldemort's face goes from confused to anger at what Draco just said.
"What are you talking about?" Voldemort asks him, glaring.
"Well, it's just, you said no fraternizing with the enemy. I assume Potter counts as the enemy. Being him and all." Draco says trying not to laugh. He knows he will pay for admitting this but this is just too good. He keeps expecting steam to come out of Voldemorts ears. Or better yet his Fathers. When he glances at his father, he notices how red his face is. From anger or embarrassment. Maybe both.
"Crucio!"
Suddenly, he is hit with unbearable pain. He screams despite his best effort. He is starting to get used to this spell but It is still extremely painful. This is when he blacks out.
He wakes up in his bed, as usual. When he hears someone talking, he keeps his eyes closed. He knows it's his dad and he knows that his parents are arguing about how to punish him. His father wants to beat him senseless and his mom says he has been through enough. He decides to open his eyes and sees a glass of water on the stand beside him. As he sits up to take a sip, he sees that his parents have noticed him. His mom comes in first and mouths a sorry before taking a seat. As he expected, his father's hand collided with his face almost immediately.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking, boy! Lying like that, knowing what would happen, openly embarrassing us. You're a disgrace." His father yells at him. He wants to tell him to shut up but doesn't want to make it worse. He knows from experience that when he cant hurt Draco more, he turns on his mother. At least summer holidays are finished and he goes back to school tomorrow. Although that doesn't stop him from having to attend death eater meetings. At least he can take some comfort in Harry and the familiar taste of his lips. Maybe this will be the year that they become more than whatever this is. Merlin, he hopes so. His father leaves the room and his mother comes over to him.
"Draco, why would you say such things? You knew what would happen. Whats the use in lying like that, just to get hurt?" His mother asks sweetly.
"That's the thing, I didn't lie. And being able to get a rise out of those two idiots is the only thing that makes this at all bearable. I can live with pain but you said yourself not to lose hope." He replies. She looks shocked. Like someone just slapped her across the face. She just shakes her head and leaves. When he looks out the window, he notices that it's late. He puts a silencing charm on his room so he cant hear his parents argue and pulls out a quill and some parchment. While he is feeling brave, he writes to Harry. He tells Harry about his holiday, at least a version that doesn't expose the truth and asks him to meet up on the train tomorrow. He ties it to his owl and sends it on its way. Hopefully, it will reach Harry before tomorrow.
A/N: I might write another chapter but if it doesn't turn out good then I won't post it. R&R.