DISCLAIMER- Im still poor. meaning, no, im not JK rowling. Sorry.
"Look, it's the stupid rich kid." He heard one of them say. "He's so stupid and ugly, no wonder he doesn't have any friends."
"Ya, and look at his little rat face. No wonder none of the girls like him. He's just a stupid loser. No one likes him, no one cares"
Draco listened to them, even though he didn't want to. He got this every day, while he was at the Potions camp that his parents made him go to every year.
"I'm amazed that the little rat hasn't killed himself yet, he should just get it over with, no one wants him here. It would be better for him if he just disappeared."
The bell rang, class was over. Draco got up from his desk, and was on his way to his room, when one of the other boys stopped him with a punch in the teeth.
"I hope that you die and rot in hell, you stupid little rich kid. I hope that you die alone, with no one to care that you are gone." The kid screamed, kicking Draco while he was down.
Draco finally managed to get up, and ran to his room, locking the door. He didn't go to dinner, he wasn't hungry. He had to heal his face before class the next day. God, he just wanted to go home. Get away from this abuse. Nothing ever changed.
Draco washed his face of the blood, and pulled his pajamas on. He crawled into bed, hoping that one day, someone WOULD care, and that he wouldn't be alone anymore.
The room was cold; he had forgot to close the window. The room was big, dressed in green and silver, with black accents. Just the way that he liked it. The fire was almost out. He got up to rekindle it. As he got up, he hears a noise. He looked around, searching in the darkness for what had made the noise. Perhaps it was what had woken him up to begin with.
He looked around, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Everything was silent once more. He got up, closed the window, and relit the fire. Once the fire was burning bright once more, he turned back to his bed. He was startled to see someone in it. He couldn't tell the gender of the person, but assumed that it was male, due to the bulk. He tuned to leave, wanted to get away from whatever was in his bed. The person stopped him with a word. He was frozen in the spot, terrified at what was going on.
The person, now defiantly male, walked over to him. The man caressed his neck, causing shivers down his spine. He was scared, and he was not used to it. The man continued to caress him, leaning in every now and then to kiss him. He couldn't move, the spell hadn't worn off, and he was stuck.
"Dracoâ€. Love meâ€kiss me†be with me. I love you, and you WILL be mine" The voice said.
Draco was shocked. How could�
"Mr. McNairâ€what are you doing here?" Draco said through clenched teeth. "And what did you say to me?"
"Oh, you hears me Draco. I'm sure that you have noticed how I look at you, how I feel about you. Your father doesn't know, and I don't think that he should, knowing that his only son was gay, well, that would be a disaster."
"Gay? I'm not gay. And how can you say those things to me? Get out! I will never like you, ever. You sick bastard." Draco tried to shout.
"Oh, you will like me. You will love me" he said, as Draco tried to struggle out of the spell.
"Never!" Draco managed to shout.
"Shut up, stupid child" McNair said, smacking him upside the head. Draco slumped to the ground, unable to move.
"Now, Draco, you will be mine" he said, slowly taking Draco's clothing off, piece by piece.
Draco woke up in a cold sweat. Why did he always have that dream? Why had that stupid bastard done this to him? Well, at least he woke up before he could remember more of it.
Draco got out of bed, and walked around his room, trying to calm himself. He stoked his fire, and drank a glass of water. He finally felt good enough to go back to bed. He hoped that this would be a dreamless sleep. He also hoped that Hermione didn't hear him, if he had made any noise. He wasn't sure if he had or not.
He crawled back into bed, and fell into a deep sleep, to be woken up just in time for his classes.
