It was always the same.

The girl would run or try to trick someone into getting her out and her father would use the magical connection between them to bring her back, and each time his anger grew. He would use the torture curses on her for hours at a time, then if that wasn't enough he'd give her to Macnair.

It didn't make it any less degrading.

Macnair stripped her, a gleeful look on his face. She tried to cover herself but he blasted her hands to the bedposts. Blood slowly began to drip from shallow wounds on her hands and wrists and a deep shame burnt inside her as she shut her eyes willing it to be over quickly.

'Got to think of something good.'

His labored breath washed over her as he began. She never could stop the first scream of agony. The rest she could suppress, but the first wave of pain, indignation, and embarrassment always took her by surprise.

As she screamed, another more masculine cry was ringing within her ears. She concentrated on the sound of that voice, one that she recognized from a short while ago.

"…My dragon…"

'Lucius? Who would Lucius be calling his dragon?'

"…Son, are you…"

'His son? Shit I'm still bonded to Draco.'

She screamed again to test her theory. The masculine echo returned.

'I'm hurting him. But I don't know the countercharm. I'm so sorry, Draco. I can't stop it now. I wish I could. Just hold on and it will be over soon.'

At Malfoy manor Lucius was kneeling over his son, who was balled up curled around his legs.

"Woman!"

Narcissa floated in. She was a vain woman, but an intelligent one. Which is why she and Lucius didn't get along. Lucius saw his wife as his possession, a play toy. He wanted her to talk, act, and even dress the way he wanted her to, like a life-sized doll. His son was part of him and regarded as infinitely better.

"Woman! What is wrong with my son?"

"I don't know. He did this about an hour ago. He'll stop soon." Narcissa was a lot of things but a mother was not one of them. In her eyes, Draco was the one thing that was standing between her and a loving relationship with the man she married. She blamed him for the replacement of the man she loved with this hard, cold man.

"An hour ago? Why wasn't I sent for?" Lucius snapped. Narcissa began to back away. Lucius had a temper that would rival a demon's wrath and a powerful blow when angered.

"You, you said that you weren't to be disturbed. Especially," she bowed her snow-white head, "When you are in the Dark Lord's chambers."

"Leave me."

Narcissa didn't have to be asked twice. She ran out the door, not wanting to be in the same room with an angry Lucius.

Thank you Hope, my lovely beta!