Hello again! I pre-wrote around 4 chapters about 3 months ago and like I said, I drift in and out of the fandom. Right now I'm not really motivated to write more than I have. I will post all the chapters I have done but I don't know if I will. Depends if you guys like it and want more, then I probably will write more for you :)
Probably should have said this in chapter 1 but please don't read this fanfic if you are easily triggered. Stay safe all.
Today, Draco knew was not going to be his day. His father was visiting that evening since he had heard about recent events. He only knew about his encounter with Buckbeak and of course his low grades in certain subjects. They were not failing grades but lower than his father expected from him. His father's target for him for all subjects was 90% or more. He was getting below that in two subjects which were transfiguration and the history of magic. Draco sighed and sat up in his bed wishing he hadn't woken up. What bliss would it be to just sleep forever? He wondered that most mornings. He wasn't in much of a rush since he always missed breakfast. Slowly, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and combed his hair.
As he changed into his school clothes he looked into the full length mirror and frowned in disgust. He looked so fat and ugly. He angry stared at his body before finally putting on his shirt and robe.
First lesson was about to start. Draco groaned, it was Wednesday, the middle of the week. Annoyingly his first lesson was the history of magic. He slowly but surely made his way to the class and sat in his usual spot. He knew he had to improve his grade but all he could do was zone out and get lost in his thoughts. To his relief the lesson went by reasonably quickly as so did the rest of the day but that meant his father would be arriving shortly.
Draco was instructed by his father to meet him outside his dorm during super. He wasn't complaining, he got to miss dinner but he couldn't imagine the hell that was waiting for him. It was half way through dinner when his father arrived. Lucius marched up to his son with a stern look on his face. Draco immediately notice the belt sticking out of Lucius' pocket. He gulped and made eye contact with his father. Lucius didn't say anything, he pushed Draco in the direction of his dorm. Once they entered, Lucius made sure no one was around before taking out the belt.
"Ok you brat, lie on your bed on your stomach" Lucius demanded.
Without a word, Draco did so and prepared himself for the first whip. The first strike was light but soon another came a lot harder. Draco gritted his teeth. The strikes came harder every time. He was only wearing his shirt and he could feel that blood was being soaked into it.
"Get up and pull your trousers down" Lucius snarled
Draco shakily pushes himself up but collapsed back onto the bed. He heard his father grunt at his son's pitiful attempt. Draco managed to get onto all fours and unbuckle his belt. He got his trousers down to his knees, exposing his ass and thighs. Lucius chuckled and raised the belt once more and hit Draco right across his thighs. Draco closed his eyes tight, he couldn't risk letting tears fall, his father would punish him more if he saw him being weak.
After a few more hits, Lucius growled at Draco to turn to face him. Draco flipped himself over causing him great pain as his back and legs were now in contact with the covers of his bed.
Lucius leaned in close to Draco's face and angrily whispered "If you don't pull your act together you're punishments will get exceedingly worse, understood?"
Draco nodded "Y-yes father" he stammered out.
Lucius grabbed Draco's face "Remember there is a quidditch match next week. I will be there and I expect brilliance. Am I clear? You will beat Gryffindor"
"Yes sir, I'll beat them" Draco's eyes welled up with tears and his father most definitely noticed.
"One more thing, Malfoy's. Don't. Cry" Lucius slapped his son before stepping back and raising the belt again. Draco let tears fall, accepting his punishment. The belt smacked his chest and stomach a few times before silence. Draco lifted his head to see his father walking out without a second glance.
He forced himself to get up and crawled to the bathroom. He didn't want to be seen battered and bruised on his bed by one of his roommates. Taking slow shaky breaths through his sobs, Draco recalled everything that just happened. His body trembled and ached and continued to bleed. He had to get cleaned up before anyone returned. He turned the shower onto cold, took off his clothes and crawled in, sitting under the cold stream of water that still seemed to burn his skin. He didn't stay in there long, it was to agonising. He threw on his PJ's and sat on his bed, pretending to read a pointless book. One by one his roommates returned and soon enough they were all getting ready for bed. No matter what position Draco was in it was painful. His clothes rubbed against the lashes. This was going to be a long night.