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Speedstergal : )
Caught and Lonely
Chapter 4
Hermione woke bright and early the next day ecstatic about her first day of school. She sat up and looked around, all of her roommates were still sleeping. But then something caught her eye, something red… roses! A dozen crimson and pure white roses were arranged on her bedside table. She hopped out of bed to examine them better.
"Their beautiful." She thought, "I wonder who their from. Hey, what's this?" She noticed a small piece of paper nestled amongst the flowers. She picked it up and read it.
Dear Hermione,
I feel awful about what happened last night. I don't know what came over me. I never meant to hurt you. Just seeing you there looking absolutely gorgeous, I just couldn't control myself. I am sorry. Please forgive me. I love you and I cant bare to lose you again. Just, please think about it.
With all my love,
Ron
P.S. Did I mention I love you?
Oh man, was she confused. She decided to think about it while she was getting ready. So she grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to take a much- needed shower.
While in the shower she began to think about her current situation. "Oh my gosh he is so confusing. One minute he is aggressive and ill tempered and then the next he's sending me roses and confessing his love for me. I still wonder why he acted the way he did last night. I wonder if I did something. Well, I told him I didn't want to meet him in that classroom. I guess it is kind of my fault. He was just upset with me because I didn't act like I cared for him. I should have met him last night to show him that I loved him. He shouldn't be the one apologizing, I should.
Draco Malfoy groggily opened his eyes and then let out a groan. It was the first day of school and the last thing he wanted to do was get out of bed.
He unwillingly pulled himself off the bed, grabbed a towel then walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. When he opened the door to the restroom he was relieved to find it was deserted. He didn't have to hide anything or come up with any excuses. Not that anyone would care.
He turned the shower on, shed his pajamas and stepped in. He cringed as the blistering hot water washed over some of his newer wounds. "Gees that stings, he maybe could have gone a little lighter on those curses right before I left. I get the point the first time he uses a curse, I don't need it five more times after that. Some father- son friendship we've got going on here. Scream your lungs out at your son about what he is expected to do and THEN beat the living crap out of just to make sure he didn't miss anything. HA! Some father I was blessed with."
It did seem though that Lucius Malfoy did have quite a hay day with his son. Draco literally had dozens of deep, angry, gashes all over his body. His father showed no mercy. One sarcastic remark from Draco and BAM five Cruciatus curses would be sent his way. His father had a couple of times entertained himself by putting the Imperius curse on Draco. But by the fifth or sixth time, Draco had learned how to block it. That's the way that his father dealt with anything Draco did to displease him. There were times were he just cursed Draco because he was angry with someone else or he was just bored.
"He did it all out of love for his dear son." Draco thought sarcastically.
Lucius basically chose exactly how Draco's life was going to go. He was going to finish his schooling then he was going to have to make the decision of a lifetime: to either become a deatheater or not. But sadly enough there was a catch, if you choose to become a deatheater you serve Voldemort for the rest of your life. But, if you choose to not become one, death would surly come immediately after. Draco honestly didn't want to become a deatheater because he didn't like the idea of serving some guy for the rest of his life. But he didn't like the idea of dying at seventeen either. So, as of right now he had no idea what he was going to do.
Another thing on Draco's mind was why was everyone ignoring him? He knew why everyone in other houses loathed him, because his father was a deatheater that was pretty much out in the open now. But what was up with the Slytherins? He hadn't done anything as far as he could tell. He couldn't help but wonder why the girls weren't fainting at his feet. Well he knew why the ladies from the other houses weren't. It would be very wrong for any of them to fall for a Slytherin especially the Gryffindors. But what was up with the Slytherin chicks, he got absolutely no attention from them.
"The ladies should be all over me. I am undeniably the best- looking guy in the school, maybe even Hogwarts history. Well I might not go that far but I AM pretty dang hott."
Draco wasn't lying when he said he was hott, because well, he was. His face was shaped in a sophisticated point. His white blonde hair (which he never wore slicked back anymore) hung sexily in his face shaping his gorgeous pure gray eyes. He was around 6'1 plus the fact that months of training for quidditch in the summer did his body good. His body was now well chiseled, his arms were very well muscled. His chest was hard and well sculpted as were his abs (Which were an eight pack I might add ; ) ) In other words any girl would be lucky to have him flash his completely straight pure white teeth at her. But no, not at the moment, for all he knew all of the girls hated the sight of him. "Nah, they couldn't hate the sight of me, that's rather hard. But they should at least be paying me *some* attention."
His thoughts then drifted back to the sharp pains he felt every now and then when the water hit his sore wounds. He began to remember when all of these beatings started.
Lucius never thought of him as a son, he just thought of him as the Malfoy heir. He never really loved him. He only cared about what happened to Draco and how he turned out as an adult, simply because if he didn't, the Malfoy name, fortune and estate would be left in the hands of a slacker. That's the last thing Lucius wanted was an unworthy heir especially in the public's eye. (Not to mention Voldemort's)
Lucius' lack of love for Draco maybe the reason why Draco can't love anyone. It's not that he can't, it's just that he doesn't want to. You see there was once a time when Draco loved and looked up to his father. But then the summer after 4th year Draco came home to find his father furious at him. He grabbed Draco by the collar and took him down the stairs to their basement. That was were Lucius gave Draco his first ever beating with magic. He remembered it had been the worst pain of his life. Lucius gave him two Cruciatus curses before he passed out. The first couple of times Draco was beaten he remembered he cried, which had made Lucius hurt him even more. Draco learned how to hide his fear when his father took him down to the basement and he learned how to hold back his tears. Soon his face just stopped showing any emotion. It was all blank except for his eyes. That was the only part of him that looked like it had any human emotion in it.
That's how it went all the rest of the summer, about once a week Lucius would take him down to the basement and perform curses on him. Lucius told him it was to "toughen" him up. Draco knew he wasn't lying, Lucius thought he was a wimp. Wimps didn't serve the dark lord. So this was his father's ingenious plan to "toughen" Draco up before his years of serving Voldemort started.
Draco was able to go back to school in 5th year and act normal around everyone. It was starting to wear him down, but it didn't show.. yet.
That summer after 5th year was undeniably the worst summer of Draco's life. His father did it twice as many times. But now if Draco made one mistake even the slightest one (like not calling Lucius "father" when he addressed him.) he would instantly be punished. But Lucius had plenty of self- control, so all of the beatings were secret and private. There was no way in the world Lucius would ever be cruel to his son when people were around. Draco's mother didn't even notice. Even if she happened to notice a deep gouge on his face, Draco would quickly make up an excuse. He knew better then to tell anyone about what was going on with his father. He made it sound like his father spoiled him… yeah right.
It came to the point were he was at least getting four beatings a week. As this went on Draco's attitude was starting to fail. He tried extra hard not to be sarcastic and displease his father in fear of having another beating. By the end of the summer Draco was tired from lack of sleep and physically worn out. His father had put scars everywhere on his body. Lucius also knew very well that he ha scarred his son's mind as well. Draco's minds put up barriers, so no one could get in and figure out what was happening. He didn't love nor trust anyone.
When Draco finally went off to his 6th year at Hogwarts, he was relieved that he would be away from his father for a year. But something was different about him. He was far quieter. He was worn. He was scared of the power of his father. And most of all he was lonely.
A/N I know this chapter is a tad short, nut hopefully it will be the last one. I think I have pretty much set up the story. So now I hope there won't be any confusion for the rest of the story. If you are confused just tell me and I will try and clear it up. Thanxs!!! Plz R&R!!!!
Speedstergal : )