Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Eleven
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Draco lay on the floor shaking, sweating as his father walked in on his cursed son. He waved his wand and Draco stopped shaking. He lay there panting, soaked in sweat. "Hello, son, how are you my boy?" he said softly, feigning concern. Draco simply stared coldly at his father, unable to speak. What was he up to now? "Dearest boy, do you still not believe me when I say this is for your own good?" he said walking to his son. "This punishment is complete, it has taught you to hold your tongue and also that you should not try to harm your father, I am more powerful than you, child," he explained now kneeling down near his son. "This next lesson is a little different than that," he told his son, summoning an envelope. "This teachers you that Daddy knows best," he slowly opened the top of the tan envelope. Draco tried to move away but he was too weak and tired to move. Lucius pulled some pictures out of the envelope. Draco saw the first picture, it was Oliver. The only thing Draco had done since his father removed the curse was stare. He now very slowly raised his hand and touched the face of the picture Oliver. "I'm sorry son," he said as he pulled the picture away to reveal another one. Draco stared in disbelief, it was Oliver sitting on his broom wearing his quidditch gowns. This, however, was not what Draco was looking at. He was looking at the green eyes, the black messy hair, the thick glasses, and the lips, pressed firmly against Oliver's. A small whimper escaped from Draco's mouth as his father continued to flip through the pictures. A tear fell from his eye as he saw the picture Oliver making love to the picture Harry. Draco, still unable to speak simply threw his arm, scattering the pictures on the floor and voicelessly protesting. "There, there, m'boy, Daddy's here," Lucius said taking his crying son into his arms. "It's okay son," he soothed. Draco was too weak to fight him. "Don't be sad son," he said. "Be angry."
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Chapter Eleven
Pictures
disclaimer: all I own is paper
Draco lay on the floor shaking, sweating as his father walked in on his cursed son. He waved his wand and Draco stopped shaking. He lay there panting, soaked in sweat. "Hello, son, how are you my boy?" he said softly, feigning concern. Draco simply stared coldly at his father, unable to speak. What was he up to now? "Dearest boy, do you still not believe me when I say this is for your own good?" he said walking to his son. "This punishment is complete, it has taught you to hold your tongue and also that you should not try to harm your father, I am more powerful than you, child," he explained now kneeling down near his son. "This next lesson is a little different than that," he told his son, summoning an envelope. "This teachers you that Daddy knows best," he slowly opened the top of the tan envelope. Draco tried to move away but he was too weak and tired to move. Lucius pulled some pictures out of the envelope. Draco saw the first picture, it was Oliver. The only thing Draco had done since his father removed the curse was stare. He now very slowly raised his hand and touched the face of the picture Oliver. "I'm sorry son," he said as he pulled the picture away to reveal another one. Draco stared in disbelief, it was Oliver sitting on his broom wearing his quidditch gowns. This, however, was not what Draco was looking at. He was looking at the green eyes, the black messy hair, the thick glasses, and the lips, pressed firmly against Oliver's. A small whimper escaped from Draco's mouth as his father continued to flip through the pictures. A tear fell from his eye as he saw the picture Oliver making love to the picture Harry. Draco, still unable to speak simply threw his arm, scattering the pictures on the floor and voicelessly protesting. "There, there, m'boy, Daddy's here," Lucius said taking his crying son into his arms. "It's okay son," he soothed. Draco was too weak to fight him. "Don't be sad son," he said. "Be angry."
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