Malfoy kept running until he got to the boys bathroom. he was hoping no one would think to look for him there. The last thing he wanted right now was to see Crabbe or Goyle, or any of the Slytherians, for that matter. Especially Snape.
Malfoy rubbed his back painfully, with tears in his eyes. He slashed some cool water on his face to try to get rid of some of the redness. He stood there for a minute starting at his face with a disgusted look. 'I'm pathetic!' he thought. 'A Slytherian isn't supposed to have feelings!!!' He looked angry now, and took off his shoe, and threw it at the mirror. He jumped back, as the mirror shattered into a million pieces.
"Draco!!!" he heard an angry voice come from behind him. There was no mistaking who it was. He reluctantly turned around to face Snape.
"Why did you do it?" Snape asked.
"Do what?" Malfoy said with tears in his eyes.
Snape grabbed Malfoy by the collar. "You know what Draco, don't play games with me!!! You know what happens when people play games with me."
Unfortunately Malfoy did. That's why he and Snape had been late to class that morning, and why he4 had run out of potions class crying. See lately Malfoy had become Snape's bitch. Yes, they had been assraping. Malfoy thought it was great, but it came with a price. Snape was very possessive, and if Malfoy went fooling around with anyone else, Snape beat him. This had to be the worst one. He had used a special whip that made cuts that wouldn't heal. Malfoy reckoned this had to be illegal. 'It was probably made by Voldemort.' he thought.
All of a sudden, he fell to the floor. 'I must be getting weak from all the blood I've lost, ' he thought.
Snape was standing over him, holding the whip. Malfoy cringed in fear. "Tell me why , you little bitch!!!"
Malfoy, on the brink of crying again , reluctantly said, "because I wanted some, I thought Potter would be easy, and he doesn't beat me!!!"
Malfoy closed his eyes tight, and held his hands in front of him, to attempt to protect himself from the beating he knew he would be getting.
The whip cracked hard against his back. "I can't believe you!!!! Potter of all people!!" he screamed furiously with another crack of the whip.
Malfoy screamed in pain. "Shut up, you little farie!!! You want me to get fired!!!" Snape yelled, as he grabbed Malfoy's blood soaked body by the hair, and threw him back down onto the bathroom floor with a thud.
"I hate you," Malfoy mumbled, barely conscious.
"What was that?" asked Snape.
"I hate you," Malfoy said, gritting his teeth. "I hate Slytherain, and everything it stands for, I want out." Weak from the effort he took to speak, he lied his hand on the ground, barely alive now.
Snape's eyes glowed with fury, as he cracked the whip over Malfoy, over and over.
Just then, the door burst open, and in came Professor Mcgonagoll and Dumbledore. They were shocked by what they saw. And Mcgonagoll almost fainted.
"Explain yourself!" demanded Mcgonagoll, with her hands on her hips.
"Honestly it's not what it looks like, we were just rehearsing for a play " Snape pleaded. 'Right Draco?" he lightly kicked Malfoy, but he didn't move.
"Oh my god, is he dead?" asked Mcgonagoll, as she rushed to Malfoy's side. Followed by Dumbledore.
He put a hand on Malfoy's chest. "He is still alive, but barely. We'll take him to the hospital wing, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey can cure him." He looked at Mcgonagoll worried.
"We can only hope," she said sadly.
Dumbledore was usually quite mellow. In fact as bad as things had gotten in all Snape's years at Hogwarts, he had never seen Dumbledore show the slightest bit of anger. As he and Mcgonagoll were carrying away Malfoy, he said to Snape, "I'll deal with you later, and mark my words, it will be a punishment, you will never forget. There is nothing that excuses beating a student." in a very angry voice, that was quite apart from his usually cool manner.
Malfoy rubbed his back painfully, with tears in his eyes. He slashed some cool water on his face to try to get rid of some of the redness. He stood there for a minute starting at his face with a disgusted look. 'I'm pathetic!' he thought. 'A Slytherian isn't supposed to have feelings!!!' He looked angry now, and took off his shoe, and threw it at the mirror. He jumped back, as the mirror shattered into a million pieces.
"Draco!!!" he heard an angry voice come from behind him. There was no mistaking who it was. He reluctantly turned around to face Snape.
"Why did you do it?" Snape asked.
"Do what?" Malfoy said with tears in his eyes.
Snape grabbed Malfoy by the collar. "You know what Draco, don't play games with me!!! You know what happens when people play games with me."
Unfortunately Malfoy did. That's why he and Snape had been late to class that morning, and why he4 had run out of potions class crying. See lately Malfoy had become Snape's bitch. Yes, they had been assraping. Malfoy thought it was great, but it came with a price. Snape was very possessive, and if Malfoy went fooling around with anyone else, Snape beat him. This had to be the worst one. He had used a special whip that made cuts that wouldn't heal. Malfoy reckoned this had to be illegal. 'It was probably made by Voldemort.' he thought.
All of a sudden, he fell to the floor. 'I must be getting weak from all the blood I've lost, ' he thought.
Snape was standing over him, holding the whip. Malfoy cringed in fear. "Tell me why , you little bitch!!!"
Malfoy, on the brink of crying again , reluctantly said, "because I wanted some, I thought Potter would be easy, and he doesn't beat me!!!"
Malfoy closed his eyes tight, and held his hands in front of him, to attempt to protect himself from the beating he knew he would be getting.
The whip cracked hard against his back. "I can't believe you!!!! Potter of all people!!" he screamed furiously with another crack of the whip.
Malfoy screamed in pain. "Shut up, you little farie!!! You want me to get fired!!!" Snape yelled, as he grabbed Malfoy's blood soaked body by the hair, and threw him back down onto the bathroom floor with a thud.
"I hate you," Malfoy mumbled, barely conscious.
"What was that?" asked Snape.
"I hate you," Malfoy said, gritting his teeth. "I hate Slytherain, and everything it stands for, I want out." Weak from the effort he took to speak, he lied his hand on the ground, barely alive now.
Snape's eyes glowed with fury, as he cracked the whip over Malfoy, over and over.
Just then, the door burst open, and in came Professor Mcgonagoll and Dumbledore. They were shocked by what they saw. And Mcgonagoll almost fainted.
"Explain yourself!" demanded Mcgonagoll, with her hands on her hips.
"Honestly it's not what it looks like, we were just rehearsing for a play " Snape pleaded. 'Right Draco?" he lightly kicked Malfoy, but he didn't move.
"Oh my god, is he dead?" asked Mcgonagoll, as she rushed to Malfoy's side. Followed by Dumbledore.
He put a hand on Malfoy's chest. "He is still alive, but barely. We'll take him to the hospital wing, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey can cure him." He looked at Mcgonagoll worried.
"We can only hope," she said sadly.
Dumbledore was usually quite mellow. In fact as bad as things had gotten in all Snape's years at Hogwarts, he had never seen Dumbledore show the slightest bit of anger. As he and Mcgonagoll were carrying away Malfoy, he said to Snape, "I'll deal with you later, and mark my words, it will be a punishment, you will never forget. There is nothing that excuses beating a student." in a very angry voice, that was quite apart from his usually cool manner.