Ok this chapter is not intended for eyes under M age group, read with caution and please no flames.
It had been 11 years since the passing of his father and Draco was now a handsome youth of sixteen. He attended Hogwarts in fine robes which his step mother made him work off during the summers and vacations, she worked the poor boy harder then the house elves and he slept near the fireplace for warmth at night, because he did such a thing they secretly called him Cinderdragon. But the step mother was cautious and always kept Draco in good shape for school and for when company was over, she especially hated his godfather Severus Snape for he liked to drop in for visits randomly, in which the step mother would send a house elf for Draco to clean up and dress nicely. But he was worked harder and even beaten for some of the things Severus did or said, for if she was angered Draco was the first and only person she vented on.
Draco was home for the summer, He had survived as he always did and it was close to school again, one week in fact and he was dirty from the ashes and chores he was made to do. Every morning he awoke before dawn to find a list of things he was to do…he could remember when he had still been a child of five he asked the house elves to help him and had been beaten so badly he had been unable to move for two days and starved for the week.
Reading over the list he headed outside to feed the horses the family so had to get…although they hardly visited them once a month saying they smelled, Draco liked the smell of a clean stable, the sweet warm hay gave him a cozy feeling. But today there was no clean stable, he was to muck out the stalls, feed, water, and bathe the horses. Then proceed back to the house to wash every floor, serve breakfast, begin the laundry, sew up rips and fix helms, do all the dishes, serve lunch, tea, dinner and desert, clean the bathrooms, make beds, turn down the beds, help his step family dress and undress and then he would crawl wearily back to his fireplace where he would sleep a few hours and then begin it all again.
This was his usual routine, some days like the mucking of stalls, there were added tasks, and some days Draco would fall asleep during a task and then be beaten for it later, he knew he was lazy, he was told often enough, and he was called all sorts of terrible names, like Cinderdragon for one, stupid, idiot, worthless, orphan, unwanted. But he knew he wasn't stupid, he received better grades in school then his step siblings although he was careful to shield the marks from them and gave them false report cards.
Flashback
Eleven year old Draco and his siblings had just gotten back to Malfoy manor when Hazel and Marc presented there report cards to their mother, Katarina ordered Draco to hand his over; his marks were all in the O's and E's. He received no food for two weeks and a beating for showing up her precious children; it was also the first time she called him a little slut or a little whore. The words were strange to the young boy and he asked her what they meant, she smacked him so hard he fell.
"A slut is someone who has sex with another, and a whore is someone who has sex for something in return…hum I guess that would make you a dirty little whore," she snarled at the small boy picking up a fire poker…
End flashback
Draco worked hard on his task, and the stalls were cleaned, horses fed, watered, and bathed, he even slipped in a bit of time cleaning himself of all muck before racing to the kitchens, grabbing the heavily burdened breakfast tray he skilfully balanced it to the dinning room where his family waited, not so patiently.
"Cinderdragon," growled Katarina mocking the affectionate pet name his father used with him "do you know how long we've been waiting?"
"I apologise greatly step-mother," Draco kept his head lowered as he served them all there meal.
"EWWWW you smell like a cow," whined Hazel as Draco moved close so he could set her plate down.
Marc grabbed his breakfast from Draco as he backed off swiftly and stood near the door awaiting further orders.
"Go away," ordered Katarina and Draco did not need to be told twice; he had much to do that day without the fault of waiting them to finish eating.
He decided to head up to the bed rooms, gathering the large mess of clothing in laundry bins, he stripped the bed of their sheets and replaced them with new ones, then carefully set out the chosen outfit for the day, balancing the three large baskets he headed down to the laundry room. Setting the clothing in a magical spin cycle he would return in an hour's time to dry them.
Swiftly racing back up the stairs he peeked into the dining room to see if they were finished, they were nearly so Draco decided to rest his already weary body by slouching against the wall awaiting his summons.
"CINDER!!" yelled Katarina and Draco swiftly got up and entered, his head bowed as though in shame "Clean up the table then proceed to my room to dress."
Draco nodded silently as he gathered the dishes and balanced them to the kitchen, placing the heavy tray down he bolted up the stairs and gently knocked on his step mother's door.
A brisk enter was called, Draco entered and helped her slip on the outer gown and lace it tightly up like she always demanded. It was much easier to do now then when he was a younger child, although much scrawnier he had more strength and would be well filled out if meals were provided to him everyday.
Once laced she banished him with a wave of her heavily ringed hand and he bowed deep before knocking on his step sisters door, where the outer dress and lacings were once again repeated.
The last door he stood in front of was his step brothers and much to his shame of skin he wore no outer clothing, it was Draco's job to fit his clothing to his larger frame, taking a deep breath and exhaling he knocked.
"Enter," came Marc's voice and Draco did as directed shivering as Marc stood there in all his naked glory. Draco immediately like always fetched the undergarments, bending over so Marc could use himself to balance he slid up his underwear doing his best to ignore the slightly hard appendage staring him in the face. Once they were placed he stood and slipped the silken shirt over his shoulders and buttoned them up, the pants were repeated the same way but Draco always felt more comfortable with the underwear on. Lastly was his robe slipped over his shoulders like a coat and then he was waved away.
Heading swiftly down the stairs a basket filled with sleep wear tucked under his arm, he headed to the laundry room and placed the wet clothing in the dryer and the night garments in the washer before leaning against the rumbling machine.
His stomach matched the rhythm and he curled up tightly till the pains passed. Standing woozily he knew he had to finish his list or he would not eat, deciding to start near the back of the manor to wash floors he managed to do two of the six floors by tea time. Like breakfast he served the tea and stood erectly in place awaiting the order for refills of desserts or beverage.
He had always thought waiting for them to finish was a waste of time, he had four more floors to do, fourteen bath rooms six of which he would was to clean as they were the most commonly used, lunch, supper and dessert to serve, dishes, sewing there was any and luckily there was nothing, turning down the beds, more laundry, and helping his family into night wear.
Once dismissed he changed the laundry and folder the first load carrying then upstairs to place in the closets, before finishing all but the fist and second floor by lunch.
Severing them once again he was allowed to leave, finishing the second floor he change and put away the laundry and then washed the last floor.
Wearily he dragged himself down to the kitchens and washed every dish, he knew he would be doing this again after supper but he wanted to get them out of the way so there would be less to do later.
Bathrooms were completed next and then he left to serve dinner, and was permitted to eat by Katarina who pointed at a plate with a dinner role, piece of chicken three carrots and the broccoli her son did not want.
Thanking her profoundly he took his plate and went to eat by the kitchen fire, it was good to have a filled stomach again and he sighed gently his mind wandering to his father again, his smile and his eyes…eyes that were similar to his, he heard his voice in the back of his mind, "Dragon your eyes are so like mine, but brighter so full of love…"
"CINDER," yelled Katarina and Draco grabbed the dessert plates entering the dinning hall, silently placing them down in front of his family. He was waved off once again and went upstairs to turn down the beds, before returning to finish up the days dishes.
Happily he sat and did his summer homework; it was a glorious two hours of potions and charms essays, the clock began to BONG! And Draco stood tucking away his precious books and wandering upstairs to help his step family undress for bed. He always feared Marc for he slept in the skin.
Marc was in a bad mood as he slapped Draco around for not doing his job fast enough "I should tell mother and get her to punish you."
Draco looked up wide eyed his lips silently whispering a pleading 'please.'
Marc smiled as he look down at this boy that was called family yet had nothing to do with his blood "What was that orphan?"
"Please sir," whimpered Draco as Marc advanced.
"Please what?" Marc smiled maliciously down at him.
"Please don't tell your mother I've been bad," pleaded Draco.
"What will you give me if I don't?" asked Marc his wicked face almost grinning.
"I…I don't have anything sir," replied Draco frightened out of his wits.
"You have a mouth and a tiny little tongue don't you?" asked Marc sitting on the edge of his bed, "Come here and put it to good use."
Draco began to walk forward still confused on what he wanted him to do, when Marc made a tisking sound "crawl." Doing as he was told Draco dropped and crawled towards Marc who told him to close his eyes and keep them shut.
Having no choice but to obey he did so, rustling was heard and Marc grabbed his head pulling him forward, something warm touched his lips and Marc ordered him to open his eyes and suck him like a lollypop.
Draco opened his little pink lips and began the deed…. It was the worst thing he had ever done and his step-mothers voice kept ringing in his ears "I guess that would make you a dirty little whore."
He felt ashamed of himself the whole week. Marc in return for Draco using his mouth on him he ordered the house elves silence and made them do Draco's chores, and for once Draco wished he could be working then doing this.