A/N: This is my first slash fic! I love reading them and thought, hey why not write one! This is the shortest chapter I've written so far, but I have to have at least five reviews! Yes greedy I know, but what's the point ion writing a fic and no one reads?

Warnings: This is a Harry Potter slash fiction, if you do not like that sort of thing (homosexual relationships) I suggest you don't carry on reading! Do not flame me telling me I'm sick because I do not care and this is your warning! Also anyone who does not like violence, turn back also! You have been warned!

Disclaimer: All characters in this fanfic belong to JK.Rolwing and I am making no money from this!

I slammed into the wall, crumpling to the floor. I whimpered as I looked into the cold face of my Father. I saw the malice in his icy grey eyes as he raised his hand again. I closed my eyes tight, trying to block out the pain, waiting for the next hit. I would not fall. I would not scream. I would hold onto the last shred of dignity I had. I would not give him the pleasure of hearing my pain.

His hand connected with my face and I fell onto all fours, breathing heavily. Blood ran down my face, into my mouth. I spat it out, watching it splatter the grey flag stones. I wiped my mouth and managed to push myself up shakily. I looked into the cold, calculating eyes of my Father. I sighed, knowing that I was easily as strong as him, but I daren't fight back. I knew that if I ever touched him, he would hurt my Mother. I could not stand her in pain. He grabbed me, pinning me against the wall. He leant towards me, pressing his lips against mine. He bit at my lips fiercely, trying to kiss me, but I would not let him. After minutes of his attempts, he pulled away, glaring at me. My lips were sore and close to bleeding.

"My dear son, it'll be less painful if you let me! Well, less painful for your Mother, at least," He drawled. His tone identical to my infamous drawl.

He leant back in, kissing me hard. He ran his hand roughly through my hair as he kissed me with more passion. He brought his hands over my chest and pulled my shirt from me. As he ran his hands over my chest, his nails scratched and dug into my flesh. His kiss moved down to my neck, where he bit into me hungrily. He pulled me across the room and slammed me down onto the bed.

"Darling," My Mother's voice drifted up the stairs, like that of an angel," Someone from the Ministry to see you."

My Father's head snapped around quickly. He turned back to me and glared.

"I'll be back to finish this later," He hissed and left swiftly, slamming the door.

I lay on my bed, starring up into the darkness. I was exhausted and ached all over. I slammed my fist down onto the mattress angrily.

If only you could see me now, Potter! My arrogance has been ripped away from me! My soul left bare! If only you were here! You could see me Potter, lying here in pain, just like the pain I inflict upon you. You could see the bruises tarnishing my delicate skin. Maybe they would heal the bruises I put upon your soul. If only you could see the Great Draco Malfoy now!