Title: Shattered Life
Author: RedWitch
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
Rated: R (for what this story make you think about)
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ Draco leaves school to find the real world is harsh.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.
Feedback: PLEASE! This is my first slash fic and it'd be great to hear from you all!
A/N- This is a slash fic. If you don't like don't read! I'm not going to take flamers from people who were warned!
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Draco sat on the winter streets. He had been on the streets for a month and wasn't making any progress. His life really sucked now, but then again so had life at the Malfoy Manor. His father had beaten him unconscious too many times. So this was the 'better' alternative.
Draco stood up, ready to find a place to spend the night. But suddenly someone from behind yanked him.
"Hey! What the bloody-"
A hand clamped over his mouth. "Scream and you'll wish I had just killed you here."
Draco nodded.
"Good, cause I don't want any trouble from you."
With that Draco was dragged backwards into a car in the alley. He looked around and he knew he was in shit. There was a group of men sitting around him. From what Draco could tell they didn't look like they were ready to have a nice chat.
"Drive!" barked the one who had pulled him into the car. "And you sit still. This won't be a long drive."
"What the hell do you want from me?" Draco sounded a lot braver than he really was.
"We know you're father."
Draco tried his best to sound the way he had at Hogwarts. "That's all fine and dandy, but I'm not going back. I don't care."
"I know. You're father wants you," the man leaned in closer to Draco, "disposed of."
Draco almost stopped breathing. These men were going to kill him. His father had hired hit men to track him down in muggle London and off him!
"But I figure, from you're picture you could make me a little money, you know?" the man continued on.
Draco didn't say anything. For once he decided it best to keep his trap shut.
When the car stopped the blond was dragged out it by the wrist. Draco heard bad music and muffled screams coming from the building in front of him. He saw barred window, an could only guess what was happening behind them.
"Like it? This, boy, is going to be you're new home."
Draco was pulled inside to a dark bar. It smelled of smoke and sex. Most of the middle aged men were drunk. The blond also say boys his age and they didn't look too happy.
"My, my," said a silky voice from behind.
Draco whipped around to face a man with a black goatee. He wore a gold chain around his neck and his tacky blue shirt was puffed out.
"You were right. He is a looker." he leaned down a little, "I'm Dave, you would be."
"Draco."
Dave grabbed Draco's chin. "Grey eyes! Well, I think we have a deal."
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All his cries had fallen on deaf ears. All those men who walked by had done nothing. Draco let his tears trickle down his face.
Draco closed his eyes trying to forget the man who had just left. He was still naked, lying on the bed. All night he had screamed until his voice was gone. His palms were bleeding from clenching his fists. There were bruises from where the man had hit him back. He couldn't see anything, tears blocked his vision.
The blond shuddered in pain as he drifted off into unconsciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco's eyes fluttered open. Where was he? Maybe last night was just a horrible nightmare. The blond tried to movie. And suddenly he knew it was not a nightmare. Everything that happened last night was real.
His life was changed in a matter of an hour last night. Dave had made it all too clear that Draco was his property. This was very real. Draco almost wanted to cry as he looked down on his body. Bruises, cuts, dry blood and cum. He lay back down with a groan.
"The first morning always hurts."
Draco sat up and looked at the man in front of him. He saw it wasn't Dave. The man before him had light brown hair. And his clothes were nearly rags. He relaxed a little and sat down, drawing his knees up to his chest.
"I'm Thomas."
"Draco," the blond mumbled.
"Come one, let's get you cleaned up."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco lay in his bed, hands cuffed above his head. Earlier that week Dave had found Draco lying in a pool of his own blood and didn't want him to try anything again.
Draco wanted to die. He wasn't ashamed of it. He had tried not eating, but he couldn't last. So finally he cut his own wrists. The cuts were deep and jerky. And now it only hurt more. From his wrist to his elbow was wrapped in rough toilet paper.
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Draco shook a little as Thomas tried his best to clean him up. There had been a seriously drunken man in here betting he could make Draco scream. And now, Thomas was cleaning a deep wound that was the length of Draco's chest.
"Shh, it'll be ok Draco." Thomas tried to sooth. Thomas raised the cloth to dab the cut across Draco's left cheek. "That one might scar."
Draco didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes hoping the pain would go away.
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Draco no longer fought back. He knew each one of his clients. And he knew what he had to do for each one. He was use to it now. Besides, it was the only way to get what he needed. Dave had liked Draco's new found attitude. He had let Draco out. Only catch was Draco had to bring in boys from him. Oh well, you're stupid enough to get stuck in this part of town you deserve what you get.
It was kind of a gift to Draco. On the streets he found his supplier. Draco wasn't just bringing in money for Dave anymore. He was bringing in crack. It gave Draco a few moments of pleasure, where he could forget everything around him, where he let go of the pain.
So, in his lower rider jeans that didn't fit right because over the months he had lost too much weight and his black mesh shirt, a gift from Dave, Draco looked for his dealer.
Author: RedWitch
Email: red_witch56@hotmail.com
Rated: R (for what this story make you think about)
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy disappeared in his sixth year. He was sucked into a life of prostitution in muggle London. ~ Draco leaves school to find the real world is harsh.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Draco, Harry and all those other people, I'm just sick and twisted.
Feedback: PLEASE! This is my first slash fic and it'd be great to hear from you all!
A/N- This is a slash fic. If you don't like don't read! I'm not going to take flamers from people who were warned!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco sat on the winter streets. He had been on the streets for a month and wasn't making any progress. His life really sucked now, but then again so had life at the Malfoy Manor. His father had beaten him unconscious too many times. So this was the 'better' alternative.
Draco stood up, ready to find a place to spend the night. But suddenly someone from behind yanked him.
"Hey! What the bloody-"
A hand clamped over his mouth. "Scream and you'll wish I had just killed you here."
Draco nodded.
"Good, cause I don't want any trouble from you."
With that Draco was dragged backwards into a car in the alley. He looked around and he knew he was in shit. There was a group of men sitting around him. From what Draco could tell they didn't look like they were ready to have a nice chat.
"Drive!" barked the one who had pulled him into the car. "And you sit still. This won't be a long drive."
"What the hell do you want from me?" Draco sounded a lot braver than he really was.
"We know you're father."
Draco tried his best to sound the way he had at Hogwarts. "That's all fine and dandy, but I'm not going back. I don't care."
"I know. You're father wants you," the man leaned in closer to Draco, "disposed of."
Draco almost stopped breathing. These men were going to kill him. His father had hired hit men to track him down in muggle London and off him!
"But I figure, from you're picture you could make me a little money, you know?" the man continued on.
Draco didn't say anything. For once he decided it best to keep his trap shut.
When the car stopped the blond was dragged out it by the wrist. Draco heard bad music and muffled screams coming from the building in front of him. He saw barred window, an could only guess what was happening behind them.
"Like it? This, boy, is going to be you're new home."
Draco was pulled inside to a dark bar. It smelled of smoke and sex. Most of the middle aged men were drunk. The blond also say boys his age and they didn't look too happy.
"My, my," said a silky voice from behind.
Draco whipped around to face a man with a black goatee. He wore a gold chain around his neck and his tacky blue shirt was puffed out.
"You were right. He is a looker." he leaned down a little, "I'm Dave, you would be."
"Draco."
Dave grabbed Draco's chin. "Grey eyes! Well, I think we have a deal."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
All his cries had fallen on deaf ears. All those men who walked by had done nothing. Draco let his tears trickle down his face.
Draco closed his eyes trying to forget the man who had just left. He was still naked, lying on the bed. All night he had screamed until his voice was gone. His palms were bleeding from clenching his fists. There were bruises from where the man had hit him back. He couldn't see anything, tears blocked his vision.
The blond shuddered in pain as he drifted off into unconsciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco's eyes fluttered open. Where was he? Maybe last night was just a horrible nightmare. The blond tried to movie. And suddenly he knew it was not a nightmare. Everything that happened last night was real.
His life was changed in a matter of an hour last night. Dave had made it all too clear that Draco was his property. This was very real. Draco almost wanted to cry as he looked down on his body. Bruises, cuts, dry blood and cum. He lay back down with a groan.
"The first morning always hurts."
Draco sat up and looked at the man in front of him. He saw it wasn't Dave. The man before him had light brown hair. And his clothes were nearly rags. He relaxed a little and sat down, drawing his knees up to his chest.
"I'm Thomas."
"Draco," the blond mumbled.
"Come one, let's get you cleaned up."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco lay in his bed, hands cuffed above his head. Earlier that week Dave had found Draco lying in a pool of his own blood and didn't want him to try anything again.
Draco wanted to die. He wasn't ashamed of it. He had tried not eating, but he couldn't last. So finally he cut his own wrists. The cuts were deep and jerky. And now it only hurt more. From his wrist to his elbow was wrapped in rough toilet paper.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco shook a little as Thomas tried his best to clean him up. There had been a seriously drunken man in here betting he could make Draco scream. And now, Thomas was cleaning a deep wound that was the length of Draco's chest.
"Shh, it'll be ok Draco." Thomas tried to sooth. Thomas raised the cloth to dab the cut across Draco's left cheek. "That one might scar."
Draco didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes hoping the pain would go away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco no longer fought back. He knew each one of his clients. And he knew what he had to do for each one. He was use to it now. Besides, it was the only way to get what he needed. Dave had liked Draco's new found attitude. He had let Draco out. Only catch was Draco had to bring in boys from him. Oh well, you're stupid enough to get stuck in this part of town you deserve what you get.
It was kind of a gift to Draco. On the streets he found his supplier. Draco wasn't just bringing in money for Dave anymore. He was bringing in crack. It gave Draco a few moments of pleasure, where he could forget everything around him, where he let go of the pain.
So, in his lower rider jeans that didn't fit right because over the months he had lost too much weight and his black mesh shirt, a gift from Dave, Draco looked for his dealer.
