A/N: OK, well, this little beginning to a (hopefully) long story that came
to me in a brief moment of inspiration. Read and enjoy! And review.
Definitely review. Each and every reviewer gets an internet-ed cookie!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. In fact, I will surprise you all to say, that Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling! All I own is the plot. Don't sue. Please. If you do, all you'll get for Christmas is a few walnuts and a satsuma.
You Don't Know
Prologue
Draco squeezed his eyes shut tight.
Embrace the pain . . . it's part of you . . .
Blow after blow marred the perfect pale skin on his back.
He grit his teeth but kept his eyes firmly shut. He hoped that it wasn't obvious how hard he was trying not to cry out. That would only make the whip strike him harder.
What seemed like a century passed, which, in reality, was about half an hour, when the pain finally stopped.
"I hope that you have learned your lesson, boy," said a silky voice. Draco finally opened his eyes, made sure that his face didn't show any of the emotions he felt, and nodded.
"I am sure that next time you will think twice before implying that I am a coward," the voice said. "And.if you make that mistake again . . ." a sharp kick to his side. "I will make sure . . ." fingers grabbing hair, pulling him up, warm breath against his neck. "That the pain will be . . ." a quick lick, tasting the boy's cold sweat. "Much worse."
The person let go of Draco's hair, making him drop to the ground, then went out of the room without another word.
Draco stared at the figure with pure hate raging inside of him.
He wiped his neck while still looking at the door the person went out of.
How can he still do this to me? Day after day.
Draco shook his head in disgust.
It'll always be this way. But I just DON'T understand why he does this.
That man I call father . . .
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. In fact, I will surprise you all to say, that Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling! All I own is the plot. Don't sue. Please. If you do, all you'll get for Christmas is a few walnuts and a satsuma.
You Don't Know
Prologue
Draco squeezed his eyes shut tight.
Embrace the pain . . . it's part of you . . .
Blow after blow marred the perfect pale skin on his back.
He grit his teeth but kept his eyes firmly shut. He hoped that it wasn't obvious how hard he was trying not to cry out. That would only make the whip strike him harder.
What seemed like a century passed, which, in reality, was about half an hour, when the pain finally stopped.
"I hope that you have learned your lesson, boy," said a silky voice. Draco finally opened his eyes, made sure that his face didn't show any of the emotions he felt, and nodded.
"I am sure that next time you will think twice before implying that I am a coward," the voice said. "And.if you make that mistake again . . ." a sharp kick to his side. "I will make sure . . ." fingers grabbing hair, pulling him up, warm breath against his neck. "That the pain will be . . ." a quick lick, tasting the boy's cold sweat. "Much worse."
The person let go of Draco's hair, making him drop to the ground, then went out of the room without another word.
Draco stared at the figure with pure hate raging inside of him.
He wiped his neck while still looking at the door the person went out of.
How can he still do this to me? Day after day.
Draco shook his head in disgust.
It'll always be this way. But I just DON'T understand why he does this.
That man I call father . . .