A/N: I had people asking why Lucius hadn't flipped out in the last chapter, but think about this...if he had, would Draco really tell Harry? I present to you, The Lucius flipping out chapter! Starts with flashback, to refresh your minds, Harry has just told Lucius about Robert Graze.
Lucius seemed to have heard enough. He pointed to the door and growled "Out Potter"
Harry did as he was told, not wanting to stay in the man's presence any longer than necessary. He gave Draco one last glance before leaving, watching as the senior Malfoy approached his unconscious son. Lucius stalked over to his son, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him roughly, getting even angrier when he did not wake up. His son was a whore, a disgusting little Gryffindor's whore
"Sursum" Lucius hissed, and Draco's eyes snapped open, and he woke with a gasp, as if a bucket of icy water had been poured on him. He looked up at his father, who's stormy eyes had turned dark, and were glinting dangerously
"Tell me about Robert Graze, Draco" Lucius snarled, and Draco's eyes widened in fear, and his bottom lip began to tremble. "Tell me why you kept him a secret"
"I…"
"Is it because you enjoyed it Draco?" Lucius's lip curled in disgust "Did you moan for him, like a good little slut? Like the wanton whore that you– "
"You think I enjoyed being used like that?" Draco shrieked, on his feet in a flash, pure hate burning in his eyes "Why do you think I'm here father? Why do you think I defaced my own fucking arm?"
A shark crack echoed through the room, and Draco clutched his slapped cheek, blood trickling down from where Lucius's ring had cut into his flesh. Lucius grabbed Draco's wrist, holding so hard that Draco knew there would be bruises there by the morning
"How dare you speak to me like that, how dare you use that language in front of me!" he roared, hitting Draco again, and Draco quickly lost his flare of anger fuelled bravery, cowering as his father struck him again
"You're a disgrace to my family name you little whore. You are no longer my son" Lucius spat, "Draco Lucius Malfoy, you a hear by stripped of your title as heir, your rights to the Malfoy fortune, and you may never step foot in any of the manors or Malfoy properties again"
Magic crackled in the air around Lucius, and Draco felt suddenly drained, and very tired. He moaned and collapsed on his bed, shaking as the blood magic worked its way through his body, draining him completely of energy. Lucius strode out of the room in a swirl of black robes, not bothering to give Draco a last glance. Draco watched him leave, the sides of his vision blurring, and he tried to remember exactly when everything had started to go so wrong.
Lucius brushed the soot from his robe as he stepped out of the fireplace. Avery was already sat in one of the armchairs, looking expectant
"You said you were calling in a favour Malfoy?" he grunted,
"Yes. I need a boy killed, a Hogwarts student, an easy task I'm sure"
"Any particular reason?" Avery smirked "Or is it just a longing for things to be like the old days?"
"If this boy lives, then the Malfoy name may be in ruins before I can say Merlin. He knows something he shouldn't, and I wont risk using a memory charm. He's to be killed"
Avery mock saluted and left the manor with a twisted smile on his face, looking like a hungry wolf just promised a full course meal.
"Love, where did these come from?" Madam Pomfrey tutted, studying the bruises on Draco's arm
"I…fell. Yesterday." Draco stuttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. The nurse frowned but nodded, helping the young man to stand, holding one of his hands with a small smile
"Alright dear, I want to see you back here over the next few weeks so as I can check your weight gain. Really, it isn't healthy to be so thin."
Draco nodded, smiling slightly as she fussed over him, and she gave his hand one last squeeze before leading him out of his room, through the main ward, and to the doors that led to the outside world.
"Thank you" Draco nodded, and the nurse walked away with a small smile. Draco pushed the door open, and prepared himself to face the outside world, no longer a Malfoy, no longer a prince of Slytherin, no longer respectable. One thought ran through Draco's mind. Fan-fucking-tastic
Draco Black – having taken his mother's maiden name as a last name now – was shaking. He took deep breaths, trying to control his fears, telling himself that they were only Slytherins, and the worst they could do was…Shit, Draco knew that the worst they could do was pretty damn bad. He stepped into the great hall, feeling all eyes lock on him, and tried very hard not to collapse from the terror running through him.
"Did you father really disinherited you Draco?" Pansy sneered, as Draco began his walk down the Slytherin table and Draco rose one eyebrow, looking bored, and walking past the girl with an air of not caring
"You as penniless as a Weasley now then Draco?" a young Slytherin yelled, and Draco sent him a deathly glare
"Merlin, how low can you sink? He's lucky his mother allowed him to keep her name, I certainly wouldn't"
Draco ignored the comments hissing around him, this had to be done. He had to show the snakes of the school that he was immune to their venom. He kept his head held high, walking past the students, and taking a seat at the end of the table, picking at the small plate of food in front of him. He wanted to make sure that he ate now, not wanting to upset Madame Pomfrey by making her find that he wasn't gaining weight. For some reason, he longed to please the nurse, as he had longed to please his father as a small child. He had enjoyed it when Madam Pomfrey had treated him like a child during his recovery, he enjoyed the feeling of warmth that he felt inside whenever the nurse had made a fuss over him for getting closer to recovery, or shown him affection in small ways that others wouldn't even take notice of, like when she patted his hand when he looked worried, or brushed his hair from his eyes, or put extra blankets on his bed when she noticed that he was cold. She had a motherly nature about her, and Draco enjoyed being cared for. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table where Potter sat, laughing with his friends, his emerald eyes shining brightly, his hand occasionally running through his unruly hair, which Draco found himself longing to fix. He smiled at the thought. Draco wondered if he had come to enjoy the young man's company. He had come to expect Potter to be in his hospital room, he had always felt a flutter in his stomach whenever he heard the door open, and had always felt slightly disappointed when the-boy-who-lived left, a feeling of loneliness always overcoming him. He tried to tell himself that he only felt that way because of the loss of his so-called "friends" that he just missed human company, but deep down, Draco knew that this wasn't true. Draco Black, the gay, suicidal ex-death eater and ex-Malfoy heir, was in love with the one and only Boy-Who-Lived. Emerald eyes met his suddenly, and Draco found himself on his feet, leaving the great hall and beginning to run once he was out of the hall, running from Harry Potter, from unwanted love, and from the truth which, if Potter ever found out, would undeniably get Draco's heart broken.
Drakey boy, you poor thing *hugs Draco* Kind of short, I know...sorry about that. I have now officially changed this story to a Harry/Draco, because I absolutely love them together!
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