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Hey. It is I. The mood of this chapter is somewhat angsty. It is also kind of long (at least for me) to make up for the last chapter. Enjoy! ...on second thought, beware! Reviews at the end.

Last Chapter

"Shh, it's alright. He's almost punished enough. It's alright. Now how about we haul Professor Malfoy off to the infirmary, love." Hermione looked up at him at his last word, but Remus just quickly turned away and, after punching and kicking him in the stomach a couple more times and (with much pleasure) breaking his jaw and his arm, he began levitating the unconscious, bruised, and bleeding Draco off to the infirmary where, when he was awake, much would be sorted out.

This Chapter

Draco awoke in the infirmary with a headache that could beat a hangover from a full bottle of Firewhiskey. He groaned and turned on his side only to yelp in pain because of the bruises from Hermione's 'whips of death'. So he turned onto his other side and came face to skirt with Madam Pomfrey. "I told you not to move! Lie still!" Draco quickly turned over onto his back so that she would stop talking so loud and hopefully leave him alone. The mediwitch quickly forced a potion to his lips; he drank it and almost immediately, his headache disappeared. He blinked rapidly a couple of times to clear the blurriness from his eyes and saw Hermione and Remus sitting in the corner of the room. Draco turned to Madam Pomfrey. "Can I talk to them?" He pointed to Hermione and Remus.
She glanced at him with suspecting eyes. "Is your headache gone?" "Yes, completely. Thank you." Madam Pomfrey sighed, rolled her eyes, and then grudgingly gave him permission. She went over and ushered them over to Draco's bedside and conjured two chairs for the visitors. Draco could still see the hate in Hermione and Remus' eyes.
"I'll explain everything to you. I'm going to start from the beginning, and if you want to hear my entire tale, you will not interrupt." He sat up, propped up his pillows, settled back into them, and began his story with Remus and Hermione leaning back in their chairs. "Malfoy manor was intended to be a place of honor and richness...it may have been full of richness but it was never honorable as my ancestors had intended it to be. When I was ten years old, my father took me around the entire castle and into places that I was never allowed to go before..."

Flashback

Lucius shoved a young Draco downstairs. Narcissa Malfoy could be seen sitting and sewing on one of the plush chairs in the parlor. 'My lord, where are you going?' she put down her sewing and looked up at him. He sneered at her and answered. 'It is none of your business, but if you must pry I am going to give Draco a...tour...of the estate.' Narcissa's eyes grew wide and she went over to him and kneeled, grabbing the edges of his robes. 'No...he is too young! Please!' He kicked her aside and watched as her head hit the hard, cold marble floor.
Narcissa lay still for awhile until Lucius began to drag Draco away with him. It was then that she raised her head and cried out. 'No! I won't let you! He is my son! I won't let you!' Young Draco was puzzled as to why his mother was objecting to a tour of the estate. He watched with wide eyes as his father dropped his bruising grip on his wrist and turned on his mother.
'What did you say?' Lucius stalked over to his wife and towered over her. 'NO!' she screamed out. He growled and ground her head on the floor with his foot. Narcissa began to cry and she looked at Draco with terrified sapphire eyes. Draco looked back at her with horror written all over his face. He would never forget those eyes. They were eyes of sadness, despair, terror; they were eyes that bore into your soul and burned your very being.
Before he knew what he was doing, young Draco ran over to mother and kicked his father's foot off her head. 'Don't touch her!' he cried out. Lucius only grinned evilly, took out his wand, and blasted his only son into a marble wall. It wasn't enough to kill him or knock him out but it was enough to leave him in excruciating pain.

Bleary-eyed, he watched his father grasp a copper statue from a small table and hit Narcissa in the gut. She cried out and kneeled in pain. Draco was horrified as he watched his father strike his mother again and again in the stomach. This event would be worse for him later when he would later find out that his mother was pregnant at this time. Eventually, she did not try to get up.
Lucius then put the statue down and drew his wand out. 'Crucio!' Narcissa screamed out in pain and soon collapsed from the strain. Lucius then killed her and banished her body. He turned to the young, cowering Draco. 'Let that be a lesson to you. Weakness shall not be endured in this Manor. Come.'
Draco wiped his eyes when his father turned his back to him and rose as quickly as he could so he would also be spared.
Later (still the Flashback)
Lucius and Draco stood at the entrance of the dungeons. Greenish bruises in the shape of fingers were now clearly visible on Draco's pale skin. 'Come.' Lucius grabbed Draco's bruised wrist and dragged him down the dark stairs. At the end, he tripped and fell on his head.
Lucius walked on ahead, stepping on Draco's hand. But young Draco rose, with blood pouring down the right side of his face, and followed his father. Suddenly, he noticed a faint sound that sounded like a scream...no, several screams...whatever it was, it continuously grew louder and louder.
Eventually, they stopped at a thick brown door. Lucius grinned maliciously and then opened the door. Behind the door was a large room. Blood stained the floor around two large stone tables in the center of the room. Two men with their backs to the Malfoy's had a table of torture tools between them. Draco saw a person lying on each of the stone tables and quickly looked somewhere else, having decided that he had seen enough blood.
But on the circular walls of the dark room was more blood from families consisting of old men and women, husbands and wives, and young children chained to the wall. Some had lost limbs and many were blind and had burnt skin.
Lucius proudly turned to Draco, who quickly made his horror-stricken face neutral. 'This will all be yours someday, my son.' Draco backed up and bumped into a woman that had the expression in her eyes that Narcissa had when she was dying. He quickly flung open the door and fled. Lucius ran after him. When he finally caught up with Draco, he flung him to the ground. 'You will follow in my footsteps. You will not be weak like your mother. It looks like your lessons shall begin...' And then Lucius Malfoy began giving his only son his 'lesson', or rather beating.

End Flashback

Hermione had tears rolling down her face and a fist was held over her mouth. Remus had horror written over his face and he held his head in his hands. "So you tortured me so that you wouldn't get beaten?" Draco turned away from them onto the side that he had been whipped. The pain he felt in his heart outweighed that in his side. "That and so my father wouldn't beat you. I was actually too easy on you, according to him." Hermione turned and buried her face in Remus' shoulder and cried silently for herself, for Narcissa, for Harry, for Ron, and most of all for Draco.

Geez. That was extraordinarily depressing. I need to get a life, or some help. Sorry. I kind of got carried away. In any case, review. Flames are welcome for this chapter. I probably deserve it for destroying Draco's life. And thanks to Lord Pauldemort for being my beta. And now for reviews. lanna1186- Thank you! I'm flattered! This chapter wasn't that funny though. Heh, heh.
Lonelyfairy- Thank you! I'm glad you loved it! But I think that you maybe have changed your view somewhat on if he really deserved the beating...
s.s.harry- Yes, poor, poor Malferret. But I don't know if you really want his...manhood...removed anymore.