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Draco's POV:
"What did I do this time, sir?"
They had arrived at Professor Snape's office. Draco, although he was careful not to show it, was scared. There were only two reasons why Professor Snape would call Draco into his office. One was to actually discuss Potions. The other however was to meet up with his father in private. Draco really hated the latter. The meetings usually ended with Draco being thrown out of the classroom all bruised and bloody.
"Hello Draco," said a cold voice from the shadows.
Shit, Draco thought. Didn't I just see him a few days ago? What wrong have I done in such short time? Surely he hadn't heard about that fight with Goyle. That only happened yesterday morning afterall. Had Goyle cried to his father? I always knew he was a tattle-tale...
"Severus, can I have a few minutes alone with my son?"
"Of course. I'll just be right outside the door," said Professor Snape.
Damn him! Why does he never stay? You know why he doesn't, Draco told himself. Your dad thinks he's a Deatheater and he can't blow his cover. A fellow Deatheater would let another beat, or discipline like his father called it, his son. Not allowing Lucious to do so would be to suspicous. Professor Snape walked out, leaving Draco and his father alone.
"So Draco, what is this I hear about you beating young Goyle up?" his father finally asked.
"What you heard was correct. He was asking for it though, father. He was making fun of mother saying she always looks like she says something nasty smelling under her nose," Draco explained.
"Draco, you know the Goyle's are very important to the Dark Lord and I. So for fighting the young one, you shall get punished."
As soon as his father was done saying this, he pulled his wand out and shouted 'Crucio' at the top of his lungs.
Instantly, Draco felt a searing hot pain surge through his body. Of course Draco was used to this, but that didn't stop him from falling to the ground. His father lifted the curse and Draco just lay there.
Still in shock, Draco hardly felt the blow to his eye his father delivered with his cane. The curse wearing off, Draco felt the throbbing. Raising his hand up to his eye, he felt a large bump forming. Draco attempted to get up, but was only kicked back down by his father.
"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again. I promise. Please, just stop," Draco begged.
"Damn right it won't. Now get out of my sight," his father snarled, with a kick to Draco's ribs.
Draco got up, pain shooting through every inch of his body. He walked to the door and hurried out. The faster he got out of there, the faster he could go and heal himself. Walking past Professor Snape, he glared. So what if he couldn't blow his cover? One of these days, Draco could end up dead at the hands of his own father and he wouldn't care.
He walked down the dungeon hallway, wincing with every step. He had to find a bathroom or an empty classroom and fast. If someone saw him like this, there's no telling what would happen. A little further along, he came upon a classroom that looked empty. Quickly stepping inside, he shut and locked the door behind him. Taking out his wand, he began performing healing charms.
Thinking he was alone, he took his shirt off to examine his ribs. So absorbed in the process, he didn't notice a lone figure sitting at a desk in the very back of the room. Satisfied with his work, he put his shirt back on and sat on the edge of the table rubbing his temples. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. His mental and physical health were plummiting. If the Crucio curse was put on him one more time, he thought he might die.Deciding to go to bed, Draco got up. Tomorrow he figured he should be as nice as possible to Goyle. Apologize perhaps. His father would pay him another visit if he didn't, and he didn't want that. He walked to the door, said the unlocking spell, and walked out.
Leaving so quickly caused him to miss the petite framed girl come out from the shadows. Hand clasped over her mouth, Ginny Weasley copied Draco and left the classroom. She didn't know what that was about, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. All she heard was him murmur a few healing charms. What did Draco need healing charms for? Did he get into some fight? Confused, Ginny made her way to her dormitory.
A/N: I know it's short, but oh well. Thanks to my reviewers!
Draco's POV:
"What did I do this time, sir?"
They had arrived at Professor Snape's office. Draco, although he was careful not to show it, was scared. There were only two reasons why Professor Snape would call Draco into his office. One was to actually discuss Potions. The other however was to meet up with his father in private. Draco really hated the latter. The meetings usually ended with Draco being thrown out of the classroom all bruised and bloody.
"Hello Draco," said a cold voice from the shadows.
Shit, Draco thought. Didn't I just see him a few days ago? What wrong have I done in such short time? Surely he hadn't heard about that fight with Goyle. That only happened yesterday morning afterall. Had Goyle cried to his father? I always knew he was a tattle-tale...
"Severus, can I have a few minutes alone with my son?"
"Of course. I'll just be right outside the door," said Professor Snape.
Damn him! Why does he never stay? You know why he doesn't, Draco told himself. Your dad thinks he's a Deatheater and he can't blow his cover. A fellow Deatheater would let another beat, or discipline like his father called it, his son. Not allowing Lucious to do so would be to suspicous. Professor Snape walked out, leaving Draco and his father alone.
"So Draco, what is this I hear about you beating young Goyle up?" his father finally asked.
"What you heard was correct. He was asking for it though, father. He was making fun of mother saying she always looks like she says something nasty smelling under her nose," Draco explained.
"Draco, you know the Goyle's are very important to the Dark Lord and I. So for fighting the young one, you shall get punished."
As soon as his father was done saying this, he pulled his wand out and shouted 'Crucio' at the top of his lungs.
Instantly, Draco felt a searing hot pain surge through his body. Of course Draco was used to this, but that didn't stop him from falling to the ground. His father lifted the curse and Draco just lay there.
Still in shock, Draco hardly felt the blow to his eye his father delivered with his cane. The curse wearing off, Draco felt the throbbing. Raising his hand up to his eye, he felt a large bump forming. Draco attempted to get up, but was only kicked back down by his father.
"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again. I promise. Please, just stop," Draco begged.
"Damn right it won't. Now get out of my sight," his father snarled, with a kick to Draco's ribs.
Draco got up, pain shooting through every inch of his body. He walked to the door and hurried out. The faster he got out of there, the faster he could go and heal himself. Walking past Professor Snape, he glared. So what if he couldn't blow his cover? One of these days, Draco could end up dead at the hands of his own father and he wouldn't care.
He walked down the dungeon hallway, wincing with every step. He had to find a bathroom or an empty classroom and fast. If someone saw him like this, there's no telling what would happen. A little further along, he came upon a classroom that looked empty. Quickly stepping inside, he shut and locked the door behind him. Taking out his wand, he began performing healing charms.
Thinking he was alone, he took his shirt off to examine his ribs. So absorbed in the process, he didn't notice a lone figure sitting at a desk in the very back of the room. Satisfied with his work, he put his shirt back on and sat on the edge of the table rubbing his temples. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. His mental and physical health were plummiting. If the Crucio curse was put on him one more time, he thought he might die.Deciding to go to bed, Draco got up. Tomorrow he figured he should be as nice as possible to Goyle. Apologize perhaps. His father would pay him another visit if he didn't, and he didn't want that. He walked to the door, said the unlocking spell, and walked out.
Leaving so quickly caused him to miss the petite framed girl come out from the shadows. Hand clasped over her mouth, Ginny Weasley copied Draco and left the classroom. She didn't know what that was about, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. All she heard was him murmur a few healing charms. What did Draco need healing charms for? Did he get into some fight? Confused, Ginny made her way to her dormitory.
A/N: I know it's short, but oh well. Thanks to my reviewers!