Chapter 24: What Happens In Slytherin
{A/N: Here's Another Update...This chapter contains elements of Rape, it is written in bold so that if you have an issue with the content you can skip down to the normal typing or forgo the chapter all together...}
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Warning: Suggestion of Rape, Violence, Depression, Suicidal thoughts...
Draco Malfoy's Bedroom, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, Wizarding/Muggle World...
The seemingly lifeless and decisively cold gray eyes of the sullen young sleek blond wizard Draco Lucius Malfoy had been on the ceiling as he did his best to keep away the lingering painful memories that only seemed to add to his humiliation. Rumors had been abound that he'd contracted whatever illness his father had but that couldn't have been further from the truth.
Sadly, the truth was much more complicated than the rumors it seemed.
The now fully grown wizard showed up on his mother's doorstep one rainy night soaked to the bone and staring constantly in the distance. He smelled of firewhiskey and high volumes of cologne. His fretful mother welcomed him with open arms and attempted to see to his welfare, which had not been an easy task.
Draco was rather temperamental and sat alone brooding most of the times when he didn't have a drink firmly attached to his hand. He ate very little aside from a nibble or two to keep her happy but it always ended up coming back up in the form of vomit.
Narcissa was quite concerned for her only child. He'd reached his thirties and had yet to marry or sire a child of his own, mostly due to the infernal reformation act. He'd been stripped of everything he'd every had from money to a vast wealth of future possibilities since the onset of the second wizarding war.
He couldn't even return to Hogwarts to finish his magical education.
Plagued by night terrors and prone to violent mood swings even before he ended up in the employ of the vile harpy Scarlet, Draco had held on to the hope that he could still find happiness despite everything that occurred then.
Unfortunately for him, the depths of his misery brought on by depravity only seemed to deepen. His father became ill and the only resident Potions Master whom would have been not only willing but able to save him had lost the ability to openly practice due to having been a death eater.
As tragic as Lucius Malfoy's condition was, this had not been what regularly reduced the vulnerable young wizard to tears at a moment's notice. He had been harboring a much darker truth than what the eyes of his mother could infer.
A truth that if revealed would not only be his complete undoing but the undoing of someone he cared very deeply for, so as a result of needing to keep it hidden, the sleek blond wizard burdened himself with it alone.
"What happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin." he reminded himself aloud as he wiped away the random onset of tears that streamed down his ghastly pale cheeks. "What happens in Slytherin stays in Slytherin."
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Dark Basement, Unknown Location, Unknown World...
Nothing aside from an eerie darkness surrounded the sleek blond junior Malfoy as he came to in a rather dank and dark room. The heavy scent of sweat combined with the familiar copper-like scent of blood and something more notable had gotten his attention followed by an intense pain that seemed to radiate all the way up his spine.
He attempted to move, finding his legs much too heavy to function and the cool seemingly unnoticed stone from the ground pressing hard against his exposed cock. He'd been in a puddle of something wet and vastly sticky but assumed it had been blood as it wasn't uncommon to come to the conclusion due to the scent of it before hand.
A low groan escaped him as he felt the intense sensation of pain build to the point where he deduced that it was shooting from his spine to his rectum. Gritting his teeth, the blond wizard reached his hand to the source of the pain and attempted to identify it.
From what he could make of the lack of lighting that surrounded him, there was a mix of something crimson in color and something white on his hand. Horror filled him as he recognized it as blood and semen from whatever occurred before he'd blacked out.
"What the fuck?" he said in a low tone almost as if he had been afraid to awaken his not so roused companion.
The now trembling blond wizard turned his attention to the strange man whom had been lying on his back naked as the day he was born and unresponsive. He noted the thick beard that covered his face and the lengthy wild hair that accompanied it slick with sweat and filth alike as he lied there on the cold ground his pale chest rising and falling.
Draco Malfoy didn't immediately recognized the man although it might have had something to do with his rather grotesque appearance. He'd surely seen better days since before all this strangeness occurred.
His mind attempted to fill in the missing pieces but he found his head hurt much too much to force anything so he turned his attention toward the obvious. This man lying merely a few feet away from him had still not moved giving the impression that he'd been dead.
Out of concern for his apparent cellmate, Draco summoned what little strength he could and crawled toward the downed man. As he moved in closer he found that his co-captive had a good deal of blood on his apparently non aroused cock and some of the same slick semen that he'd found when he first awakened.
As Draco moved even closer, his gray eyes widened and it was at that moment he'd recognized the man whom he'd been imprisoned with.
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The Bathroom, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire England, Wizarding/Muggle World...
Haunted gray eyes stared angrily at the reflection in the elegant bathroom mirror. No matter how many times he'd wash his body it never seemed to get clean enough to purge the filthy from his memories. The steam from the incredibly hot shower did little to alert those in the house to his intense fascination with using only hot water to scrub away the filth from his reddish pale flesh.
Draco Malfoy stood beneath the shower head as the hot water continued to rain down on him amid the stormy sea of unwanted memories. He'd tried his best to block them out, knowing full well that he couldn't return to Scarlet's fold until he had.
It was best that no one knew the truth.
He'd suffered far too much humiliation as it was, there was no way he'd stand to endure more.
As the water continued to run down his face trickling into his ears and nose simultaneously, a fleeting thought of what it would be like to drown entered his weary mind. He quickly dismissed it upon hearing a resounding knock at the bathroom door.
He knew it could only have been his mother and it was her emotional attachment to him that brought him back to his rather sad reality.