Chapter 11 Tales of Woe

Last time…

"Draco," Harry's voice was low but it was a warning. "I will not tolerate lies from you. I can't help you and be a proper dominant if I don't know what's wrong with you."

"I know but I hate to think of it." Draco said starting to cry again.

"Draco? Baby let e help you. Please?" Harry said as he kissed Draco's trembling lips. 'Please let me help you.'

Now…

The blond almost seemed to shrink in on himself as he curled tighter and fresh tears sprung to the expressive liquid silver eyes. Pulling him up into his lap Harry let him snuggle into his chest and wrapped firm arms around him, keeping him grounded.

"You can tell me baby," he murmured into the silky locks. Batting long dark eyelashes owlishly Draco peeked up at him.

"You'll think I'm a woos," He stated. Harry chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the delicately upturned nose, trying to lighten the Slytherin's quickly declining mood.

"I promise I won't think you're a woos…" Then thinking Slytherin he added. "I may even find you something shiny if you tell." He offered.

Brightening at the offer of a present Draco pulled his silver robes tighter about himself as the long cut slashed bottom showed his legs all the way to the hip; the cold was making the fragile pale skin pebbled.

"Come on Draco sweetie," He cooed softly. "You need to talk."

"I don't like snakes," He stalled for so long that Harry thought he'd have to getVeritaserum but eventually a ragged breath was drawn and the words fell from his lips at speed. Almost like the quicker he said it the quicker it would be over with.

"In second year," he began breathlessly. "Father blamed me when the Weasel's little sister failed to bring back Voldemort. Father was too caught up in it then to back out of the mission so he had to succeed even if he didn't want Voldemort back. When the Ba… Basilisk turned up it was okay because they can control the blinding powers and it was trained to recognize me but then dad found out that you were a parseltongue." He paused.

"I don't know, he thought that maybe if I could get friendly with you we might be okay in the War if he had to back out. But I refused," A bitter laugh rolled from his lips. An almost hysterical sound to Harry's ears.

"He flipped. Riddles… spirit, if that's what it was, took over and he… he…" a sob escaped the pale, bloodily bitten lips and Harry flinched at the pain in the sound, drawing the blond tighter in his embrace.

"Voldemort… Riddle, who ever it was. He thought I was just scared. Scared of the power you showed, scared of you, I don't know, he said father would punish me. Said it would be a punishment I would never forget." Looking up through red rimmed eyes Draco let his mercurial eyes meet Avada green and the brunette teen cried out at the pain suddenly running through him.

It flashed before his eyes lightning fast.

He was running, running down a corridor he recognized as leading away from Myrtles bathroom. In his ears a manically evil laughter drifted down the hall to him. He could hear it now, sweeping towards him, slithering down the polished marble as it followed him doggedly. He knew it was taunting him, knew it could catch him in the blink of an eye if it wished and kill him with a second blink.

And suddenly it was before him, emerald scales shimmering in the light of the walls torches. Silver glinting on exposed fangs, heavy drops of venom hanging perilously from razor sharp ivory daggers of fangs.

At its throat a thick hood billowed out to shield him from the light. Draco shut his eyes and tried to apparate away, but when he opened his eyes he found him self in a maze. Similar to the one used in the Tri Wizards tournament. But this one was different, the walls were made of mirror and his fear filled gaze looked back at him a hundred times.

A hiss was heard from behind him and he turned with his wand out. "Reducto!" Draco backed away in horror as the great snake exploded and in its wake was a great ball of black shining cobras. One by one they came closer to Draco. He, frozen in his shock didn't move until at least twelve had slithered up his leg.

He screamed in pain as they as a group pierced his skin with reckless abandonment. The pain didn't stop they slithered out from the mirrors, they slipped in from the cracks in the floor. He continued to scream as he was brought from his nightmare by darkness. His vision only lasted long enough for him to see Lucius ice cold eyes dancing in pure joy.

"You are not as weak as I thought young Malfoy." Voldemort laughing voice can from his fathers mouth as he cast the Cruciatus Curse. Draco screamed again and again and again the pain never depleting. The only thing he could see was thousands of miniature basilisks biting scraping and tearing at his flesh.

Harry was thrown from the sight and the pain subsided. Harry hugged Draco tighter to him as he forced himself not to cry on his own behalf.

"Hush, baby," Harry whispered, tears marring his pale cheeks. "Sleep, my Dragon. You're safe here."

"My beautiful, sweet, Dragon." He murmured as the exhausted teen slipped into the arms of Morpheus.

Harry did not sleep. His mind was set solely on making the blond his for ever, Draco needed somewhere safe to call home.

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