Disclamer: This is a fic about Draco being beaten at home. I don't usually
write these sort of fics because I'm a more of a FG person but never mind.
I don't own nada bar Draco's twin sisters.
Bruises
The term had improved marginally, mainly because Hermione helped him with his class work when they met up in private, so when Draco went home for half-term he didn't get a beating...strait away at least. But the day after he came back he found himself beaten to the floor and then flung outside into the rain.
"How could I have been so stupid?" Draco hissed and he lay in the mud, thinking over what had caused this particular beating.
FLASHBACK
The family were sat at the dinner table, Draco eating for once. The twins were silent, as if they knew something that Draco didn't, his mother was tense and his father looked rather...angry. He pulled out a piece of parchment casually and opened it.
"So boy, I've got your report from school here. Terrible start but you pulled up those grades quickly. But what I don't like is this particular comment from that imbecile Dumbledore. Draco's social skills have improved greatly, as have his grades due to the many study periods he has been spending with Miss Hermione Granger. Inter-house relations have improved because of this. I would encourage you to congratulate your son on stepping out into the open and doing something no other Slytherin has done before him." Draco had slowly frozen as his father read the report. His father looked calm enough but one look in those eyes and Draco could see he was fuming inside. "I want an explanation boy. I want to know why you have been spending time with that filthy Mudblood Gryffindor slut..."
"Hermione is not a 'Mudblood' and definitely not a slut!" Draco shouted before he could stop himself, jumping up and slamming his fist down on the table. A tense silence filled the kitchen as the twins looked from their father who was steadily getting angrier and Draco who cringed and backed away from the table.
"Come on girls, lets finish our tea up in the drawing room" Narcissa said quietly, pulling the girls up and then the 3 left, their plates in hand. Draco backed up against the wall and his father stood slowly. Instead of speaking, or shouting Lucius Malfoy did what an angry abusive father would do. He grabbed the side of the table and flung it across the room, out of his way leaving the way to Draco free. He grabbed Draco by the throat and pinned him, struggling to the wall.
"Never, EVER do you talk like that to me you little brat!" Lucius growled before hitting Draco in the stomach. "How dare you become friends" he spat the word like a curse "With a filthy little mudblood who is most likely fucking half of Gryffindor like a whore?!? Did you think you would get away with this?" Lucius ranted, dropping his choking son and kicking him sharply.
"She's not a whore" Draco hissed, looking up at his father with pure and utter hatred in his eyes. Wrong move. Lucius laid into him hard and all the while Draco wondered what had caused his father to become like this towards him. Then he remembered, his brother. Yes at one point in his life Draco had the perfect Slytherin older brother whom Lucius adored. The image was fuzzy in Draco's mind, from both the pain he was experiencing now and the fact that he had barely any memories of his brother. One day he and Draco had been playing out by the lake, playing being 13 year old Alex teaching 8 year old Draco how to fight. But something had gone wrong and Alex had ended up in the lake, dead. Specialists said he had drowned to death and all blame had been put on the smaller brother, who didn't understand. Shortly after that, on his 9th birthday the abuse had begun. He was brought back to the present by Lucius grabbing his hair, dragging him to the door and throwing him out into the rain.
"You will stay outside all night! You do not deserve to live in this house after what you have done!" Lucius shouted, preparing to shut the door.
"I did not kill him" Draco said evenly. Lucius looked at him suddenly. "I did not kill Alex, I loved Alex, I worshipped Alex, I did not kill him" Draco said.
"Yes you did boy, you just don't remember everything" Lucius said, almost sadly before slamming the door shut and locking it.
END FLASHBACK
Draco sobbed. He truly did not believe he had killed his brother, but as his father had pointed out, his memory was very vague so the horrible thing was that he could have done. He slowly stood up, every part of his body aching and most likely bruised. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper Hermione had given him, on it was her address and telephone number.
Draco ran around the back of his home and climbed up to his bedroom window, miraculously still open. He grabbed his bag and flung his robes and important things to him (those he hadn't left at Hogwarts that is) into it before he quickly wrote out a note.
You don't want me here father, so I'm going. I'm sorry for whatever it is you think I've done and hope someday you'll forgive me. Until then I'll be at Hogwarts if you want to contact me. Give my love to the twins.
Draco
He then climbed out of the window and ran off down the road until he found a public telephone box and stepped inside. He pulled out the bit of paper and looked at the phone, only then realising he had no money. Luckily he noticed a sign above the phone for some called reverse charge. He slowly awkwardly typed in the number shown. 08007383773 (0800r-e-v-e-r-s-e he he).
"Please type in the number you would like to call" a woman said on the other end of the phone. Draco looked at the bit of paper and typed in the number. 01202482659. The ringing tone started until it was picked up on the other end.
"482659. How may I help you?" an adult voice said, obviously Hermione's father.
"Hi, it's Draco. Is Hermione there?" Draco asked.
"Yes, wait a moment. HERMIONE!" Draco listened to a distant conversation between Hermione and her father.
"Yeah?" that was Hermione.
"Phone call" her father said.
"Who is it?" Hermione asked and Draco heard someone coming downstairs.
"A boy called Draco" her father said, obviously handing Hermione the phone.
"Draco?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione. Thank god I did it right. I need a favour. My father's gone too far so I've run away but please could you come a get me" Draco could hear how pathetic and weak he sounded himself.
"Oh god Draco where are you?" Hermione asked.
"Littleworth Street, Windsor (I made up the street ok?) in a phone box thing" Draco said weakly, tears spilling over his eyes. "Hermione I'm scared" he whispered, glancing back the way towards Malfoy Manor.
"Stay exactly where you are Draco. I'm gonna call Ron and get his dad to get you. You're too far away for my dad to get you but he can bring you here. Just stay exactly where you are" Hermione said quickly.
"Hurry" Draco whispered before he heard Hermione hang up the phone. He looked around him at the deserted street, it was quite late after all and sunk to the floor, holding his legs to him and and started to sob into his knees, oblivious to the pain.
A/N there you go. This is dedicated to Wolfy 65 because of you review I sat down and wrote this entire chapter after a band competition with Sea Cadets, which we lost badly (4 bands entered the novice section, we were fourth). If you want another chapter...review.
Bruises
The term had improved marginally, mainly because Hermione helped him with his class work when they met up in private, so when Draco went home for half-term he didn't get a beating...strait away at least. But the day after he came back he found himself beaten to the floor and then flung outside into the rain.
"How could I have been so stupid?" Draco hissed and he lay in the mud, thinking over what had caused this particular beating.
FLASHBACK
The family were sat at the dinner table, Draco eating for once. The twins were silent, as if they knew something that Draco didn't, his mother was tense and his father looked rather...angry. He pulled out a piece of parchment casually and opened it.
"So boy, I've got your report from school here. Terrible start but you pulled up those grades quickly. But what I don't like is this particular comment from that imbecile Dumbledore. Draco's social skills have improved greatly, as have his grades due to the many study periods he has been spending with Miss Hermione Granger. Inter-house relations have improved because of this. I would encourage you to congratulate your son on stepping out into the open and doing something no other Slytherin has done before him." Draco had slowly frozen as his father read the report. His father looked calm enough but one look in those eyes and Draco could see he was fuming inside. "I want an explanation boy. I want to know why you have been spending time with that filthy Mudblood Gryffindor slut..."
"Hermione is not a 'Mudblood' and definitely not a slut!" Draco shouted before he could stop himself, jumping up and slamming his fist down on the table. A tense silence filled the kitchen as the twins looked from their father who was steadily getting angrier and Draco who cringed and backed away from the table.
"Come on girls, lets finish our tea up in the drawing room" Narcissa said quietly, pulling the girls up and then the 3 left, their plates in hand. Draco backed up against the wall and his father stood slowly. Instead of speaking, or shouting Lucius Malfoy did what an angry abusive father would do. He grabbed the side of the table and flung it across the room, out of his way leaving the way to Draco free. He grabbed Draco by the throat and pinned him, struggling to the wall.
"Never, EVER do you talk like that to me you little brat!" Lucius growled before hitting Draco in the stomach. "How dare you become friends" he spat the word like a curse "With a filthy little mudblood who is most likely fucking half of Gryffindor like a whore?!? Did you think you would get away with this?" Lucius ranted, dropping his choking son and kicking him sharply.
"She's not a whore" Draco hissed, looking up at his father with pure and utter hatred in his eyes. Wrong move. Lucius laid into him hard and all the while Draco wondered what had caused his father to become like this towards him. Then he remembered, his brother. Yes at one point in his life Draco had the perfect Slytherin older brother whom Lucius adored. The image was fuzzy in Draco's mind, from both the pain he was experiencing now and the fact that he had barely any memories of his brother. One day he and Draco had been playing out by the lake, playing being 13 year old Alex teaching 8 year old Draco how to fight. But something had gone wrong and Alex had ended up in the lake, dead. Specialists said he had drowned to death and all blame had been put on the smaller brother, who didn't understand. Shortly after that, on his 9th birthday the abuse had begun. He was brought back to the present by Lucius grabbing his hair, dragging him to the door and throwing him out into the rain.
"You will stay outside all night! You do not deserve to live in this house after what you have done!" Lucius shouted, preparing to shut the door.
"I did not kill him" Draco said evenly. Lucius looked at him suddenly. "I did not kill Alex, I loved Alex, I worshipped Alex, I did not kill him" Draco said.
"Yes you did boy, you just don't remember everything" Lucius said, almost sadly before slamming the door shut and locking it.
END FLASHBACK
Draco sobbed. He truly did not believe he had killed his brother, but as his father had pointed out, his memory was very vague so the horrible thing was that he could have done. He slowly stood up, every part of his body aching and most likely bruised. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper Hermione had given him, on it was her address and telephone number.
Draco ran around the back of his home and climbed up to his bedroom window, miraculously still open. He grabbed his bag and flung his robes and important things to him (those he hadn't left at Hogwarts that is) into it before he quickly wrote out a note.
You don't want me here father, so I'm going. I'm sorry for whatever it is you think I've done and hope someday you'll forgive me. Until then I'll be at Hogwarts if you want to contact me. Give my love to the twins.
Draco
He then climbed out of the window and ran off down the road until he found a public telephone box and stepped inside. He pulled out the bit of paper and looked at the phone, only then realising he had no money. Luckily he noticed a sign above the phone for some called reverse charge. He slowly awkwardly typed in the number shown. 08007383773 (0800r-e-v-e-r-s-e he he).
"Please type in the number you would like to call" a woman said on the other end of the phone. Draco looked at the bit of paper and typed in the number. 01202482659. The ringing tone started until it was picked up on the other end.
"482659. How may I help you?" an adult voice said, obviously Hermione's father.
"Hi, it's Draco. Is Hermione there?" Draco asked.
"Yes, wait a moment. HERMIONE!" Draco listened to a distant conversation between Hermione and her father.
"Yeah?" that was Hermione.
"Phone call" her father said.
"Who is it?" Hermione asked and Draco heard someone coming downstairs.
"A boy called Draco" her father said, obviously handing Hermione the phone.
"Draco?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione. Thank god I did it right. I need a favour. My father's gone too far so I've run away but please could you come a get me" Draco could hear how pathetic and weak he sounded himself.
"Oh god Draco where are you?" Hermione asked.
"Littleworth Street, Windsor (I made up the street ok?) in a phone box thing" Draco said weakly, tears spilling over his eyes. "Hermione I'm scared" he whispered, glancing back the way towards Malfoy Manor.
"Stay exactly where you are Draco. I'm gonna call Ron and get his dad to get you. You're too far away for my dad to get you but he can bring you here. Just stay exactly where you are" Hermione said quickly.
"Hurry" Draco whispered before he heard Hermione hang up the phone. He looked around him at the deserted street, it was quite late after all and sunk to the floor, holding his legs to him and and started to sob into his knees, oblivious to the pain.
A/N there you go. This is dedicated to Wolfy 65 because of you review I sat down and wrote this entire chapter after a band competition with Sea Cadets, which we lost badly (4 bands entered the novice section, we were fourth). If you want another chapter...review.