Disclaimer: Yeah, sorry I forgot to put it in the first chapter, so please don´t eat me... Well as you all know, I don´t own anything except 'maybe' my clothes and shoes... buuu... that´s sort of sad...
Wasted
CHAPTER II
The Malfoys where pureblood and old friends with his family, so they let him stay in their house for a week while his father arrange everything conserning his mothers death.
A tall ten year old with blond almost silver hair was staring at the boy who was sitting in the end of the bed of the guests room, his onix eyes fixed in the wall in front of him. The boy posessed a sort of seductive quality the blond boy liked, he had an odd beauty, he look fragile and his ivory white skin gave the appearence of a porcelain dool, his lanky black hair falling like a curtain hiding the misterious but elegant features of the boy.
"Hey... I´m supoused to entertain you little git... follow me" his voice was smooth but held some power over young Severus who follow obediantly.
"Hmm... Lucius... where are we going?" the younger one said in a whisper, he was a bit afraid of the tall Lucius, he held power but had a cruel aura around him, he respect him and also admire him. He wanted to be like him, so tall, beatifull, strong... but he was just a brat, a git... he was whortless, that was what his father always told him... maybe he was right, of course he was right! a voice in his head said, you´re weak, you cry like a baby! and can´t even cast a simple spell in the right way!.
"Just around the house... I want to have some fun..." he said with a strange smirk forming in his rose pale lips. He can break that naiveness of the pale face.
A shiver went throw his spine. They were passing a corridor after climbing some really long stairs. They stop in front of an old door, Lucius whisper something with the point of his cousin´s wand in the door. When the door open it reveild an empty room, with a narrow window almost reaching the ceiling.
"You see, my cousin felt some compasion when he found me in the couch bored to death, and he borrowed me his wand so I could practice some hexes..." he turn around his grey eyes conected with black ones.
"W-what do you mean... prac-" the door behind him shot close by a single flick of the taller´s boy wand.
He was about to open his mouth when he felt the pain. He didn´t hear or see anything before, he just felt it and knew inmediatly what Lucius ment about 'practicing'.
He felt how all of his muscles where being torn, his skin oddly hot against the cold floor. After a couple of hours of Lucius 'practice' he felt as if his whole body was drenched of energy, he couldn´t move, and he barely could breathe. But during the whole thing he did not cast a single tear neither a single scream. He would not cry, he was stronger than that, he could control himself. The cold laugh he still heared, came closer, he felt hot breath against his ear.
"At least you´re a bit stronger than I thought... at least you´re not as weak as your mother was... At least you can control yourself...Your mother couldn´t that´s why she ended up in St Andrews..." he grab the younger boys hair and pull his face up, both fingers clutching his chin up "At my eyes you´ve just clean your family name... I´m proud of you..." he place gentle but strong lips against the pale cheek of the younger one. "In four years you´ll be at school... but don´t you worry i´ll protect you if you stay strong" he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice that the younger one did not perceive.
Lucius was gone, and he was still in the floor damping it with his breathing, his every muscle ache... After a couple of hours before dinner he was able to stand up. He was going to be strong and was going to make his father and Lucius proud. But being strong meant having control.
And he WILL achieve such control.
A/N: Sorry it's a bit of a short chapter (directed to the person who´s reading this crap). So, the first idea for this fic involved sexual abuse... Now am not so sure, maybe am gonna put my Sev already in Hogwarts and its gonna be Lucius who breaks his heart and hurts him before he finds someone else (guess who).
If anyone read this, please send opinnions... I´ll be greatfull.
About St. Andrews,It´s like St. Mungos´ but is a treatment facility for mental illness well... I wasn´t pouring creativity at that moment... so, well sod off... it´s my fic..... ha ha ha --evil laugh ;)
A/N: By the way this fics has some information attained from one of my favorites books, is the same as the title 'Wasted' it was written by Marya Hornbacher, she suffered from anorexia, bulimia, depression and self-harm, the story´s not the same but it´s sorta insipired by the feelings and emotions described in that book.