Disclaimer: I'm sorry to admit it, but it's not mine.
Author's note: I cannot say why I have written this fic. Eventually I have read to much Harry Potter fanfiction and now I get obsessed with some very strange ideas. If you know me than you won't be shocked. For all the others I only can say that you don't know what is coming up to you... By the way, be nice and leave some reviews behind. I would like to know if you like it or not.
Warning: Yaoi, male/male, rape etc. Eyeryone who's offended with this stuff turn away and run.
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Shelter
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The boy ran. He hurried through the dark trying to escape the horror coming up behind him. His breath came in harsh and short gasps, while his heart pounded painfully inside his chest. There were footsteps behind him, footsteps which followed him wherever he went.
"You cannot hide, boy!" There was this voice again and the boy felt hot tears burning in his eyes. He couldn't ran any longer.
"There is no escape for you!"
Hot fear shot through his mind as he heard these manacing voice again and realized that his pursuer was nearer than he thought he would be.
The boy knew there was no escape and crouched under a table praying that the man wouldn't notice him. Suddenly there were feet in front of his eyes and the boy didn't move, didn't breathe. He only prayed silently to every god he knew that maybe tonight would be different from all those other times before.
"You will never get away from me!" hissed the cold voice of his pursuer in his ear. Screaming the boy lunged forward but strong hands grabbed hold of him and drew him back. He fought madly for his freedom but it was futile. Suddenly the hands were inside his clothes, ripping them away. Tearing, pushing, forcing him under the black shadow he knew for so long.
The boy felt himself torn apart as the man drove himself deep inside his tortured body and his screams quickly faded into painfull whimpers of agony and despair. There was no-one he could trust, no-one he could tell about the memories that followed him through every waking moment of his life, couldn't tell anyone about those feeling of helplessness and shame that claimed his days and possessed his nights.
"I make sure you never be free from me! Remember. You. Are. Mine." With every word the man pounded into the nearly lifeless body underneath him, showing not the slightest semblence of mercy. One last thrust drove him over the edge his seed spattering into the abused body of the boy.
Suddenly he drew back making the boy cry out in pain. He looked at the small figure at the floor and left without a word.
The boy curled himself up into a tight ball. His back ached like hell and he felt blood running down his inner tights.
Tomorrow he would be back to a new year in Hogwart and again he would build up a facade of arrogance and coldness hiding his shattered soul behind a mask of self-confidence. He would pretend that he needed no-one, that he was strong.
Draco closed his eyes for a second, allowing his tears to fall down his cheeks. Yes, tomorrow he would show a perfect outside and no-one would the thousands and thousands of fragments his father had left behind after he used him. He was a Malfoy and would never let anyone see that his father took his body and soul. His loneliness and fear will forever buried deep inside his mind. That's the only shelter he will ever have.
Author's note: I cannot say why I have written this fic. Eventually I have read to much Harry Potter fanfiction and now I get obsessed with some very strange ideas. If you know me than you won't be shocked. For all the others I only can say that you don't know what is coming up to you... By the way, be nice and leave some reviews behind. I would like to know if you like it or not.
Warning: Yaoi, male/male, rape etc. Eyeryone who's offended with this stuff turn away and run.
~ ~ ~
Shelter
~ ~ ~
The boy ran. He hurried through the dark trying to escape the horror coming up behind him. His breath came in harsh and short gasps, while his heart pounded painfully inside his chest. There were footsteps behind him, footsteps which followed him wherever he went.
"You cannot hide, boy!" There was this voice again and the boy felt hot tears burning in his eyes. He couldn't ran any longer.
"There is no escape for you!"
Hot fear shot through his mind as he heard these manacing voice again and realized that his pursuer was nearer than he thought he would be.
The boy knew there was no escape and crouched under a table praying that the man wouldn't notice him. Suddenly there were feet in front of his eyes and the boy didn't move, didn't breathe. He only prayed silently to every god he knew that maybe tonight would be different from all those other times before.
"You will never get away from me!" hissed the cold voice of his pursuer in his ear. Screaming the boy lunged forward but strong hands grabbed hold of him and drew him back. He fought madly for his freedom but it was futile. Suddenly the hands were inside his clothes, ripping them away. Tearing, pushing, forcing him under the black shadow he knew for so long.
The boy felt himself torn apart as the man drove himself deep inside his tortured body and his screams quickly faded into painfull whimpers of agony and despair. There was no-one he could trust, no-one he could tell about the memories that followed him through every waking moment of his life, couldn't tell anyone about those feeling of helplessness and shame that claimed his days and possessed his nights.
"I make sure you never be free from me! Remember. You. Are. Mine." With every word the man pounded into the nearly lifeless body underneath him, showing not the slightest semblence of mercy. One last thrust drove him over the edge his seed spattering into the abused body of the boy.
Suddenly he drew back making the boy cry out in pain. He looked at the small figure at the floor and left without a word.
The boy curled himself up into a tight ball. His back ached like hell and he felt blood running down his inner tights.
Tomorrow he would be back to a new year in Hogwart and again he would build up a facade of arrogance and coldness hiding his shattered soul behind a mask of self-confidence. He would pretend that he needed no-one, that he was strong.
Draco closed his eyes for a second, allowing his tears to fall down his cheeks. Yes, tomorrow he would show a perfect outside and no-one would the thousands and thousands of fragments his father had left behind after he used him. He was a Malfoy and would never let anyone see that his father took his body and soul. His loneliness and fear will forever buried deep inside his mind. That's the only shelter he will ever have.