The Lies of a Broken Heart

Chapter Two

Draco and Scorpius returned to Theo's the next morning. Draco didn't eat breakfast, knowing Theo hated it when he ate without permission from him. But Draco had let Scorpius. The little blonde had been 'starved', apparently. He had eaten a lot.

The older blonde set Scorpius down the moment they set foot inside the villa. The child looked up at his mother and whispered fearfully, "Is Daddy home?"

"I dunno, dear. Why don't you go to our room and play with your toys? Wicker will gladly play with you." Draco murmured quietly. He too was fearful of Theo being home. If he was Scorpius might be harmed. He did not wish for that to happen.

Scorpius nodded. "Alright."

The little blonde scurried off to play with his nanny-elf, Wicker. Draco had given baby Scorpius to Wicker to take care of when the older Malfoy couldn't. Wicker was Scorpius' personal house elf, like Loddy was Draco's and Rusty was Narcissa's. It was a tradition in all pureblood families, except for the Weasley's of course. They were blood traitors so they didn't count.

Draco cautiously stepped into the living room, looking around for his temperamental lover. When he didn't see him, the blonde slumped in what could only be called relief. He relaxed, the tension fleeing as he realized Theo wasn't home yet form wherever he was.

The blonde's stomach growled. He laid a hand on it gently. He hadn't eaten since the morning before Theo's friends came to play, aside from what the house elves had spoon fed him while he was out for two days. So it had been… four days since he had last had a real meal. But he knew he couldn't eat unless if Theo said he could. Or he would be punished. If he ate, Scorpius didn't get to. That's how it went. And it was terrible to have to listen to his child ask why he wasn't allowed to eat.

I should shower. Draco thought, as he walked down the hall that lead to his and Scorpius' room. It also led to Theo's room and the bathroom. Draco opened the door to his room and saw Scorpius playing with Wicker. He smiled slightly and leaned on the doorframe, listening.

"Uncle Blaise told me about this game. It's a muggle game. It's called 'Jacks'! You drop the ball and pick up the 'jacks' before it bounces. And you have to catch the ball before it bounces as well. Got it, Wicker?" Scorpius said, telling the hideously cute creature how to play. Draco had a small warm smile on his face as the house elf nodded, his ears flopping.

The blonde backed away from the room. He'd just get back in these clothes. Or he could even wear Theo's clothes. Theodore liked that. But it usually led to rough fucking.

Draco walked to the end of the hall and took the door on the right. He walked into the bathroom and closed the pale oak door behind him. He proceeded to strip and fold his clothes. He set them on the marble counter top beside the sink. Then, the blonde walked over to the pool-sized tub and turned one of the many knobs on the golden faucet fixture. Steaming water that was tinted pale green poured from one of the faucet heads, filling the half-way full tub with minty water that would soothe his skin and hopefully not irritate his wounds.

The blonde slowly took off the wrappings from around his lower region. Tyler wasn't very kind when he fucks. He liked it rough, really rough. Alex, however, tried to be gentle at least. He at least tried not to hurt the blonde. And Theo just did as he liked. Sometimes it was rough, other times it was so rough Draco would bleed. The latter had happened the other night.

Draco stepped into the bath, lowering himself in, and hissed slightly as the heat stung the scratches on his back as well as his lower regions where he had been fucked hard. The mint would do the wounds good hopefully. The blonde relaxed back against the step he was sitting on and laid he head on the floor outside of the pool, his eyes closed. It was an uncomfortable position, but he had been in worse positions when he was being fucked.

The Malfoy didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor did he notice when the water moved slightly around him. He didn't notice Theodore had joined him until he felt a burning pain in his abused hole. "Gah!"

Draco's silver eyes flew open. He sat up as his arse tried to reject the finger by clenching up tightly, causing the blonde even more pain. Tears burned behind his eyes as he registered that Theodore was in the pool-like tub with him.

"Th-Theo…" Draco said, surprised, "What are y-you doing h-home?"

"It's my house, Draco." Theo murmured as he licked a strip up the blushing blonde's ear. The finger squirmed deeper inside of him, causing him to release a pained gasp. Theo smirked against the blonde man's neck, biting it a bit too harshly. He made sure his teeth were marking the Malfoy.

"Y-Yeah… o-o-f co-course…" Draco gulped fearfully, and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain as another finger breached his abused hole. He blinked back tears of pain. Theodore's other hand roamed the blonde man's chest in a terrifyingly feather-light way. It caused Draco to start to shake in anticipation and fear. There was no way Theo could ever be gentle without being harsh.

As if on cue, Theo used his barely there fingernails to claw nasty red scratches that rose from the weaker man's skin angrily. Draco cried out. Theo smirked darkly. He loved the sound of Draco's pain. It brought him such a thrill, such pleasure.

Draco felt great relief flood him when the fingers left his incredibly sore arse. But the relief came too quickly, for a moment later Theo had shoved his whole cock up the poor blonde in one swift movement.

And Draco screamed.


Pansy tapped her foot impatiently as she stood, waiting for this 'Violet' person. She was suppose have been there two minutes ago! Pansy thought, irritably. I don't wish to spend anymore time in this dingy muggle place than I have to!

Sighing frustratedly, Pansy's foot tapped a bit faster in time with her rapidly moving finger. The table she was tapping was cheaply made and was currently placed in a darkened corner. Pansy cast a discreet Tempus charm. It had been three whole minutes now! Where was this 'Violet'?!

Pansy watched as a woman in an outfit that screamed business causal walked over to her. She raised a brow as her eyes recognized the slight flicker of a glamour charm. This 'Violet' was concealing her identity. But the question real was… Why?

"Alright, I think it is safe to presume you are this Violet character, and my first question for you is are you concealing yourself from me or the muggles?" Pansy inquired, resting her chin on her hands, fingers intertwined, her elbows on the table. The woman across from her, who's features currently were green eyes and dark brown hair, lips quirked up into a slight smile. She then replied, "The answer is neither. I was concealing myself from wizards. I do not wish to be bombarded with questions."

Ah… So she is famous then. Wonder just which famous witch this is sitting across from me…

Pansy accepted the answer and said, "Then are you skilled enough to deactivated the charm around muggles."

'Violet' snorted, "Of course, Ms. Parkinson. Or is Zabini now? Are you two married?"

Pansy's mouth parted slightly in surprise, but she recovered quickly. "It's still Parkinson. Blaise and I are just dating. Three years strong. Though, I do expect a proposal soon…" the former Slytherin trailed off before continuing, "Anyway… Aren't you going to reveal yourself to me, Violet?"

'Violet' smiled amusedly and waved her hand. The glamour fell from her face, And Pansy's eyes widened drastically. This was surprise.

"Ganger?!" Pansy exclaimed. She received several glares from muggles drinking coffee. She lowered her voice and continued softer, "Granger? You are Violet?! Why in the world would you hide your face and go by a fake name? Was it because you didn't think I would talk to you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Please. I just said that it was because I did not wish for wizards to know I was coming here, nor did I want them to know why. It is none of their business."

Pansy huffed but didn't respond otherwise. Hermione smirked slightly before composing herself. "Anyway… I am here on business. Pansy, tell me why you have called on the Radiant Lily."

"Well…" Pansy pursed her lips, hesitating a bit before continuing, "It's a very dire and delicate situation and I heard this company saves people who are being abused. This is true, is it not?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes. The Radiant Lily was made to save people from abuse. The founder, whom I can not tell you their name, was abused as a child. They were abused by their own family. So, yes. We strive to save as many from abuse as we can. Is this why you called me here? Do you know someone in need of saving?"

Pansy nodded once and waved her wand under the table, casting a silencing spell and a Notice-Me-Not charm around their table. Once she was satisfied with her spells, she responded. "Yes. I know someone. But do not reject him just because of who he is. Can you promise me that no matter what you will at least try to save him? And that you won't show prejudice?"

Hermione eyed Pansy oddly for a moment, curiosity edged into her features.

"Yes…" she said slowly, "I can assure you that we save people from abuse no matter who they are or what they've done. It is our policy to allow everyone; female, male, gay, straight, bisexual, child, adult, young, old, everyone. We try to save everyone no matter who they are. Now… can you tell me who it is?"

The former Slytherin's eyes filled with desperate pleading as she spoke, "I… This is so hard to say. I'm sorry… I… He…" Pansy sighed in dismay. Why was this so hard? Was it because Draco was so in love with that nasty bastard? Or was it his pride that Pansy wished not to sully? Why was this so damn hard?

Hermione's eyes were patient. She knew it must be difficult for the woman. Even if it had been seven years since the war, Pansy must find it hard to trust her, a muggle-born Gryffindor.

"It's Draco." Pansy finally left out in a rush of air. Hermione's brown eyes widened quite a bit. Her mouth fell open. She couldn't believe her ears. Draco Malfoy? As in the former Deatheater and former Slytherin Prince of Ice whom never let anyone rule or mistreat him? He was the one being abused?

Hermione must had waited to long to say anything for Pansy had closed up. Her eyes went cold. "I knew this was a bad idea. Blaise and I can handle it. We'll figure something out," she started as she began to stand up form the table, "I knew this wouldn't work out-"

"Wait!" Hermione exclaimed, her hand flying out to grasp Pansy's wrist. The black haired woman looked at the hand and then back at Hermione, arching her elegantly shaped brow. The bushy haired woman cleared her throat, tinting slightly, before she released Pansy and said, "Look… I'm sorry. I was just a bit… surprised to hear it was Mal- uh… Draco."

This seemed to calm her down. Pansy sighed and retook her seat. She looked up at the former Gryffindor. "So… you'll help?"

"Yes. The Radiant Lily would love to, but first I need more details about this. Things like… How long has he been being abused? Who is abusing him? How badly is he abused when he is abused? Is it just him being abused?" Hermione stopped spouting questions and waited for Pansy to answer as she got out her quill and a notebook. She fill out the actual form later before adding it to the computer.

Pansy bit her lip in thought. "Well… I'm not sure how long he has been abused… But I know it has been a while because whenever someone goes to touch him he flinches as if he expects to be smacked or hit." her voice and eyes grew sad. She hated seeing her friend in pain. It hurt her deeply. Hermione wrote the answer nodding. "Alright. We'll have to ask him ourselves then once he is in a safe house… You may continue."

The other woman nodded. "Yes… Anyway… It isn't just him being abused. I believe Draco's son has been hit at least once or twice, though Scorpius hasn't told Draco…" Pansy trailed off in thought as she remembered hearing the little child talking to Blaise about it. He had just been casually saying it as if he thought it was normal. Pansy had cried that night.

Pansy shook her head to refocus. She continued her answers, "I don't know how bad it gets. But I do know Draco is not allowed to eat unless if he is given permission by Theodore Nott… Oh! Theodore Nott, Draco's fiancé, is the one abusing him." After that confession, Pansy sucked her upper lip into her mouth and looked at Granger.

When the former Gryffindor finished writing, she looked up at Pansy and said, "So… Draco is being abused by his fiancé? If he's not married how did he end up with a child? Usually most can't adopt unless if they have a partner."

Pansy drew in a fast breath. This was a difficult subject. "Well… you see, Grang- err… I'm just going to call you Violet… Anyway, you see, Violet, Draco obviously is gay. And um being a pureblood… he can um… well…"

Hermione's eyes widened a bit when she caught on. "Oh. He… gave birth to Scorpius? How, might I ask?"

The pureblood nodded once. "Yes… um well… As a pureblood he can give birth. It's so that they can continue the bloodline and have an heir of their blood. Since Draco is gay… he can have children. Fate knew he would end up gay. So it gave him the ability to bear children. Magic always finds a way…

'Violet' nodded and said, "That's… extraordinary. It is amazing that magic will allow things like that. It's a miracle."

"Yeah…Well, if the pureblood whom is gay really wants a child and happens to be a bottom, their magic will form a womb; purely magical, of course, and takes a lot out of the carrier of the child. Merlin! Draco nearly died from the effort since the father couldn't be found!"

"You mean to tell me… Scorpius isn't Nott's child?" the muggle-born witch asked, a bit shocked. Pansy shook her head, no. "Nope. No one knows who fathered the child. Draco told me he got pregnant on one of the nights when Nott forced him to prove that Draco loved him. On those nights, Nott has a bunch of friends over that fuck him raw. There is a lot of blood, Narcissa told me."

"Oh dear… This is worse than I had first thought." Hermione said, her brows furrowed in concern. Her quill was writing away for her. She currently wasn't able to write, too distressed to try. This was dreadful. Hermione finally had to say, "It sounds as though Draco is in love with Nott. Does Draco like the pain and not want to be saved or… does he truly want to be free of this abuse?"

Pansy eyed the witch suspiciously. "Will my answer change your efforts to save him?"

"No! Of course not. He is being abused terribly. We will still help no matter your answer." Hermione reassured her.

The pureblood relaxed a bit. She sighed before saying, "He is completely and foolishly in love with the bastard. Draco doesn't think he needs saving. He thinks Nott loves him, but you can tell he doesn't. He's abusing Draco terribly. It just isn't right."

Hermione nodded once. "Alright. I will consult with Emerald, the founder, about this. We will go from there. Why don't I owl you? Be expecting one by next Tuesday the latest."

"Alright. I should be heading out them." Pansy said as both women stood and gathered their belongings. Hermione graciously set some muggle money on the table, though they never got anything, just for the inconvenience to the café. Then both witches went their separate ways.


Scorpius looked up at the sound of his bedroom door opening. Wicker apparated away instantly, Theo didn't know about him, just as said person entered the room. The child looked up at his 'father' and asked innocently, "Where is Mommy?"

"Your mother is sleeping. He fell asleep in the tub." Theo lied easily. He was lucky he had put up silencing charms or this stupid child would have come running when Draco screamed.

"Oh. Are you here to play with me then?" Scorpius asked, his innocent eyes wide and curious. Theo smirked, getting an idea. He nodded, "Yes. I came to play with you. But I am going to teach you a new game."

"Alright, Daddy. What kind of game?" Scorpius set down the jacks he had been playing with and stood up. He walked over to Theodore, looking up at the man. The dark haired man felt a jolt of pleasure that went straight to his cock when the child had said 'Daddy'. This was going to be fun.

"Let's sit on the bed, son." Theo said, scooping up his child and setting him on Draco's bed. Scorpius giggled. "Okay. What now, Daddy?"

Then the child frowned. "Does this involve violence again? Cause I don't like those games, Daddy."

Theo looked at Scorpius curiously before he registered what the child meant. "Oh no! No. I won't hit you. This is a different type of game. You see… Daddy feels a bit horny."

"Horny?" Scorpius asked, his blonde eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "You don't have any horns, Daddy. What do you mean?"

"Well, Scorpius, horny is when Daddy feels unloved. And Daddy would like you to make him feel loved again." Theo told the ignorant child. Scorpius gasped, "What?! You feel unloved?! Why?! I love you, Daddy!"

"Oh? Well, how about you show me, dear?"

"How, Daddy?"

Theodore smirked and let his hand trail down to his trousers. He unzipped the zipper before saying, "I want you to show me you love me by sucking my cock."

"You mean the thingy that makes you a boy? Mommy told me about that. Is that how Mommy shows you he loves you?" Scorpius asked curiously, watching his so-called father's hands pull out his cock. Theodore chuckled. "Yes. That is the thing that makes me male. But your mother loves me a different way. He loves me through sex, which you will learn about when you are older. Now come here."

Theodore scooped Scorpius toward him, and the child climbed obediently into his lap. Theo smirked and to the little child's hand in his, his other hand holding his prick in a firm grip. "Now, Scorpius… I will guide you through it. First take a hold of my cock."

Scorpius hesitantly did so, grabbing it with both hands. Theodore released a deep throaty moan, scaring the child. He gasped and released it.

"Did I hurt you, Daddy?" he asked, panicked. His voice gruff, Theodore scowled the child. "No. Now do as I say."

With a yelp Scorpius retook Theo's cock into his little hands, squeezing slightly in fear. The man groaned and commanded, "Stroke it."

Not entirely certain what to do, Scorpius randomly guessed and started to move his hands along the huge rock-hard cock in front of him. This caused Theodore to release a deeper lustful moan. The man grabbed the back of Scorpius' head and said, "Now, replace you hands with your tiny mouth."

Scorpius, not knowing any better, did as told. He removed his hands, which felt slimy with whatever had started to come out of the cock, and let Theo guide his head down, bending his little body nearly in half.

The moment the little blonde's mouth was around the head of his prick, Theodore's fingers gripped the fine hairs of the child's head harsher and released a growl of pleasure. He forced Scorpius to take more into his mouth, causing the child to release a choked cry. His mouth only covered about a third of the cock, and that's including having the head of his prick touching the back of the little blonde's throat.

Tears streamed down Scorpius' pale cheeks as he tried to breathe through his nose, the cock blocking off any air that could have entered him mouth. It hurt! It hurt so bad! It felt like he was constantly choking.

Theodore forced Scorpius' little head to bob up and down on his achingly hard cock, using his hand in the child's hair to move him as he pleased.

"Oh y-yes! T-That's it, S-Scorpius, b-baby!"

Theodore was soon coming in the child's mouth, causing Scorpius to choke and cough and sputter. The white liquid dripped down his chin and jaw, down his neck and onto his green shirt. Scorpius wiped his tears away. 'Daddy' didn't like it when he cried.

Neither of them knew of the older blonde on the other side of the door, crying silently, a hand over his mouth.


*A Few Minutes Earlier*

Draco awoke with a throbbing pain in his arse and in his head. His prostate especially hurt, though. His whole being ached actually. He turned his head to looked at the thing that had awaken him. It was Wicker.

"Wicker?" the blonde said groggily, his voice laced with deep pain. The house elf nodded, "Yes, Master Draco, sir. Little Master is being with Mister Theodore Nott. Wicker is being worried for the Little Master."

"What?! Help me please, Wicker. Heal me as best as you can. I need to see my son." Draco said quietly. Wicker nodded and waved his hand. Draco felt a stinging sensation run through his whole body. He felt the skin stitching itself back together where it was torn or broken. He felt the dried blood leave his body. His headache dulled as well.

"Thank you so much, Wicker." Draco said as he stood, wincing slightly at the pain that shot up his spine, but it wasn't anything he hadn't felt before. He had honestly felt worse. Wicker bowed low and nodded, "Wicker is being thankful for Master Draco's healing. Little Master must be saved."

With that said, the house elf disapparated. Draco walked slowly out of the room, using the wall to help guide him. He leaned against the wall till he ended up at his bedroom door. What he heard shocked him severely.

"Oh y-yes! T-That's it, S-Scorpius, b-baby!"

Tears pricked at Draco's silver eyes. A hand flew up to cover his mouth as he fought back a sob. Why? Why would he do this? Why? Why would he taint the poor child? It wasn't right. It just wasn't.

Shaking his head, the older blonde squeezed his eyes shut, and the tears began to fall from his eyes. He leaned against the front of the door for he couldn't hold himself up otherwise. He couldn't believe his ears. Draco began to tremble as he heard Theo reach his climax. He also heard sounds of someone choking on liquid. This broke Draco's heart further.

It hurt so much because he couldn't do anything about it. Draco wasn't as strong as Theodore. He couldn't fight him off. He couldn't do anything. He was useless, worthless. He was a terrible mother and a horrible fiancé. He couldn't do anything right.

What hurt the most was when Draco heard Theodore tell Scorpius, "This is our secret, alright. You are not to tell anyone, not even Mommy. Alright? If you do… I can't say I can stop the consequences. The next game we play will be a violent one."

Draco heard his son whimper fearfully. The older Malfoy couldn't take it. He released a silent sob and shakily began to crawl away. If Theo found out he knew bad things would happen to Scorpius. And the least he can do for his poor child is not let that happen. Otherwise, what kind of mother would he be?

A useless one.


A/N: Hey! How do ya'll like the story so far? Good? Bad?

So… how was the sexual scenes in this? Tell me how I can improve.