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Nothing Else Matters
It all went black. A black hole. Void of emotion. Void of pain. Void of feeling. He knew that he was being watched, to see if he would retaliate, but he never did. He took it like a man. He shed no tears. He made no noise as his father lay into him. With each strike he could feel less and less. He preyed for death. He could see a light. He could feel warmth around him. The light became brighter and brighter.
"Is this it?" he thought hopefully "Will I finally be taken from this monster, from this hell?"
Draco opened his eyes. The light was coming from a close by window. Sunlight was streaming through into the well furnished room in Malfoy Manor. He was still alive, just. Draco took in a deep breath, and for the third time that week, slowly began to test each part of his body for pain.
From his experience, he knew that there would be no marks on his face. Lucius was not so stupid. What would people think if a Malfoy was to walk the streets looking like they had been involved in a common scrap? Malfoys were better than that. Known for their pure-blood status and their wealth, as well as the associations with the Dark Lord, the Malfoys were one of the most feared wizard families in the community.
Suddenly Draco became aware of his fathers presence, towering over him.
"Not going to fight back boy?" sneered Draco's father "No witty comments?"
Draco remained quiet and simply looked up at his father with much fear in his eyes. He knew that if he voiced his thoughts then he would be put through more pain. He did not know how much more he could cope with before having to seek out professional medical help. His own healing spells could not help him if he was dead.
Draco tensed as he helplessly watched his father, crouch down beside him. Lucius leaned down towards his son's ear and with his voice fully of menace whispered.
"Now get yourself up off the floor and stop acting like wimpy Hufflepuff, mudblood. Remember you are a Malfoy and MY son and you WILL do as I say"
With a swift movement Malfoy senior, stood up, turned his back on his son and marched out of the door, as his expensive robes bellowed out behind him.
Draco closed his eyes and let out a strangled breath. He could feel tears welling up in his stormy grey eyes. "Malfoys do NOT cry, Malfoys do NOT cry, Malfoys do NOT cry" Draco repeated this mantra over and over again, until he felt a single tear brush his face. He left out a sob. Finding it to painful to move his right arm, Draco let the tear make a track down his pale skin. He remained in this position for a long while.
Sometime later, after Draco had heard his father slam the front door, Draco somehow managed to push his throbbing body up with his uninjured arm and surveyed the room he was in. Fortunately he near to his own room. He dragged his broken form toward the one place in his home in which he felt safe.
Nothing Else Matters
It all went black. A black hole. Void of emotion. Void of pain. Void of feeling. He knew that he was being watched, to see if he would retaliate, but he never did. He took it like a man. He shed no tears. He made no noise as his father lay into him. With each strike he could feel less and less. He preyed for death. He could see a light. He could feel warmth around him. The light became brighter and brighter.
"Is this it?" he thought hopefully "Will I finally be taken from this monster, from this hell?"
Draco opened his eyes. The light was coming from a close by window. Sunlight was streaming through into the well furnished room in Malfoy Manor. He was still alive, just. Draco took in a deep breath, and for the third time that week, slowly began to test each part of his body for pain.
From his experience, he knew that there would be no marks on his face. Lucius was not so stupid. What would people think if a Malfoy was to walk the streets looking like they had been involved in a common scrap? Malfoys were better than that. Known for their pure-blood status and their wealth, as well as the associations with the Dark Lord, the Malfoys were one of the most feared wizard families in the community.
Suddenly Draco became aware of his fathers presence, towering over him.
"Not going to fight back boy?" sneered Draco's father "No witty comments?"
Draco remained quiet and simply looked up at his father with much fear in his eyes. He knew that if he voiced his thoughts then he would be put through more pain. He did not know how much more he could cope with before having to seek out professional medical help. His own healing spells could not help him if he was dead.
Draco tensed as he helplessly watched his father, crouch down beside him. Lucius leaned down towards his son's ear and with his voice fully of menace whispered.
"Now get yourself up off the floor and stop acting like wimpy Hufflepuff, mudblood. Remember you are a Malfoy and MY son and you WILL do as I say"
With a swift movement Malfoy senior, stood up, turned his back on his son and marched out of the door, as his expensive robes bellowed out behind him.
Draco closed his eyes and let out a strangled breath. He could feel tears welling up in his stormy grey eyes. "Malfoys do NOT cry, Malfoys do NOT cry, Malfoys do NOT cry" Draco repeated this mantra over and over again, until he felt a single tear brush his face. He left out a sob. Finding it to painful to move his right arm, Draco let the tear make a track down his pale skin. He remained in this position for a long while.
Sometime later, after Draco had heard his father slam the front door, Draco somehow managed to push his throbbing body up with his uninjured arm and surveyed the room he was in. Fortunately he near to his own room. He dragged his broken form toward the one place in his home in which he felt safe.