Chapter 12. Warrning, bodily harm and tourture. cheerful, huh. emos rock. rock, rocks. dont own, jk rowlings, wish i was dating but its hard, and i'm to lazy.


'Shit.' Draco thought. His mind clouded over with fear and his body automatically curled up. He didn't want to be hurt again. Not anymore. And last time it happened, it hadn't even been his fault. His dad had just been mad about something. And he'd damaged Draco so much he hadn't been able to move for almost a week. He felt like passing out from now.

But he sat up on his bed and waited for the wrath that was his father. I'm so proud of you son." His father said coming to sit beside him. Draco stared at him. "P-proud?" He stammered. How could his father be proud of him practically having an affair with Harry?

"Well of course. No one thought of this before. Not even the lord himself!"

Draco observed him with scrutiny. Was his father using sarcasm? No, his face was full with a light that made him almost look handsome. Which, Draco found an incredibly hard feat. "Ohh…" Draco said, hoping his father would elaborate. He did. "I mean, befriending him would be enough but you went past the call of duty and fraternized with Potter? Tell me Draco, how close are you two now?"

Draco was trembling. What was his dad trying to get at? "Pretty close. He tells me loads of stuff no one else knows about him." He answered meekly, not wanting to say too much. His father was grinning, with near hysteria. "Soon the world will know! My son, the true downfall of Harry Potter,"

"What? I don't understand?" Draco said, clutching to the bed. His father took his shoulders and shook him, though the grin on his face remained. "Potter thinks you're in love with him! He'll tell you anything? You can find out everything now! All his weaknesses and secrets and fears. When you're done with him, we'll practically rule him and then, then we will crush him!!"

Draco's eyes grew wide with fear. He changed his mind. He would suffer whatever unforgivable curse his father decided to thrust upon, him, for however long. He couldn't stand to be the cause of any more of Harry's pain. His father seemed to notice. "Draco? Are you listening?" He said. Draco took a deep halting breath.

"No." He forced himself to say.

"No? What the hell do you mean by no?" Lucius said, not yet grasping what Draco was saying. "I mean no, it's in the dictionary. It means a word used to forbid, reject, refuse or deplore the thing specified which in this case means no, means I won't be a spy for you." Draco said, his chest heaving and his voice curt. He raised himself up to his full height and stared into his fathers eyes.

"Why?" Lucius' voice almost sounded whiny. "Why wouldn't you?"

Draco looked out the window. It was dark outside; the night had been here for a while now. The stars grazed the sky with velvet perfection. "What everyone's been saying about me and Harry is true, but I wasn't doing it to get information or unto his good graces or anything. I was just doing it because I wanted to be with him, because I like him."

Lucius blinked at him, slowly transferring the information Draco was giving him into his brain.

Draco could see when it clicked.

"WHAT!" Lucius screamed, rising off the bed, his fists balled. "You're in an affair with this…this bastard for the sheer fun of it!??"

Draco's grey eyes glazed over with anger and he stood as well. "Don't call him that! He's not a bastard! He's, he's," Draco breathed heavily and looked around for the word, his fists also in balls. His cheeks were red. "He's…like no one else. He makes me feel good about myself and that's a hell of a lot more than you've ever done for me!"

There was a loud smacking noise as his father took the back of his hand and slapped Draco across the face. Draco had been off guard and feel into a heap on the ground, his hair falling into his face. He looked down at the ground with blurry vision, holding his face where he'd been hit.

His cheek burned, but he'd suffered much more before. Lucius reached down and aggressively pulled Draco's face upwards by his chin, at the same time pulling out his wand and pointing at him. "Now son, could you run that last sentence by me again?"

Draco refused to look away. The world suddenly seemed like a very bleak place.


Harry tossed and turned in his bed, then finally sat up. He'd been feeling uneasy for a while now and he didn't know why. Something didn't feel right. Was it Draco? He clutched the bedspread and looked around. Was the dream he'd just been having real? Was Draco somehow getting hurt? He fisted the bedspread. Yes, he knew it. He didn't know how, he just knew.

'Draco?' He thought frantically, jumping out of bed. Was he at his house? Why the hell would he be hurt there? He ran his fingers through his hair and sat down. 'How can I get to him?'

Something churned in his stomach. It was impossible to get in and out of school grounds through aparation, but he didn't care. He was going, and now. Slipping on his invisibility cloak, Harry pulled on his jeans and some random t-shirt out of his trunk then took up his wand. Outside was cold, but he was going to treck across the school grounds, out the gate, and aparate to Malfoy Manor.


Draco stood in the basement, a dark bleak, empty place, waiting for his punishment. "So tell me this whole wonderful little romance story again." His father sneered, looming over Draco. Draco kept his mouth shut. "So, you're really sure you're not going to use this relationship to gain information from Potter?" He asked.

"No I won't." Draco said looking anywhere but at Lucius. His eyes rested on the large group of storage boxes at the far end of the room. He thought he'd seen something move behind there but he choose to ignore it. "Alright, my dear boy. Whatever you say. Though I do have a question before you suffer your punishment. Why? Do you really think Potter cares for you at all?"

Draco gazed wistfully off into the distance. "No. I'm nothing to him." He answered. "Then why?"

"I don't know!" Draco screamed. "I don't know why I'm doing this!"

"Hmm, willing to protect Potter, even though it will most likely kill you, how heroic. Sounds like your in love." Lucius sneered. Draco glared at him through slinted eyes. "Maybe I am…" He sighed softly. His father didn't hear. "Well I've lost all patience with you boy. Let's see what you have to say when I snap some sense into you."

Draco's head jerked up. "You wouldn't'." He said daringly.

"Try me." Lucius smiled. Draco's stomach sank.

"Crucio."

Draco screamed out with pain as he felt the sensation of knife after searing hot knife grind through his body. He couldn't believe it. His father had used an unforgivable on him. It was all Harry could do from screaming along with him. Yes, he was there, hiding behind the storage boxes in that conveniently dark corner, his cloak covering him.

Draco fell. He couldn't breathe for a few minutes as his body tried to recuperate.

"Got an answer now,son?" Lucius smirked at the curled up trembling child. Draco was so stupid. Draco met his gaze, his eyes unfocused with pain. 'Do it Draco. Just say you'll do what he wants.' Harry thought. How long had this been going on? This abuse? A year? Two? He didn't know but he wanted it to end. Now.

He wanted to run out and hold Draco and curse his father so many times his body exploded but couldn't. He had to think rationally. This could break the war out immediately, and he'd be dead. Then who would protect Draco. He was ready to kill Voldermort. He didn't know, but Harry had already destroyed all the horcruxes, all but one. The little piece of Voldermort's soul inside him. And when the war came, he'd be rid of that too.

"Y-yes." Draco stammered. "I got a fucking answer for you. And I already gave it to you." He was panting, and his eyes were hardly open, though he had enough strength for sassy talk. "I'm not helping you hurt Harry. He's been through enough!"

"Crucio, crucio, crucio!" The older blonde spat venomously, pointing his wand at Draco. Draco trembled, screaming the first two times, and then sinking to the ground on the third. His body was ghostly pale. It seemed as if he wouldn't get up but after a long time of withering in horrifying pain, Draco parted his lips to speak. "I don't care what you do to me." He said quietly and slowly, out of breath and winded. "I don't care anymore. Because for he first time in my life, I have someone to protect. Someone I care about."

His eyelids fluttered shut and it seemed extremely painful to open them. "So- much…argh…pain." He moaned softly before continuing. "I d-don't care anymore. D-do what you want-t to me, but I'm never going t-to let you hurt him. He's had enough, he doesn't need more."

Lucius' eyes softened for a minute as he remembered his seventeen year old love. Oh, he'd been feisty, and Lucius would've sworn to anyone how he was in love with this boy with his jet black hair and rebellious attitude. James Potter. It was only natural for their sons to fall in love as well. But James had left him for Lily. Told him he loved him but they had to go their separate ways.

Yes, Lucius could remember clearly. It had been the day of graduation. James holding his hand and explaining to him why he had to go, he had burst into tears. He'd cried for hours. Yes, back then he'd been a crier. James had never minded. He had held him and kissed him till the shaking stopped. They'd made love, him in tears the whole time. It was out by the windy willow trees and James had been slow and caring and comforting and it had been hurtfully loving. James had taken his virginity, which he'd been saving just for him. Then James had left. And he'd never seen him again. It would never work out with his son. All Potter's were heart breaker's. Still sometimes he wondered if James had ever thought back to his high school sweetheart, if he'd really loved him. For Lucius, since he saw the other boy on the train to Hogwarts, he'd fallen head over heels. He chased James for three years before their first kiss, and he'd thought about it so many times since. How James had captured his heart. And how he had broken it.

"Fine." Lucius whispered, kicking the unconscious boy with his steel toed show. "But I will not have you disgracing the family. As of tomorrow, you will be under the Imperius, ready to do my bidding. Giving Draco another well aimed kick he walked out of the room in a fury, tears in his eyes as memories flooded him of his first and last high school sweetheart. His first and last love. James.


Sniff There you go, chapter…oh forget it. This chapter nearly made me cry dammit ! I'm not used to writing sad stuff. It's usually fluff. Poor Draco. Oh the flashback was for all the Lucius/James fans out there. Don't worry guys, it will be ok, though still a lot of drama and trouble to come for Harry and Draco. Can they make it? The little homos that could!

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