Chapter 6 Heart of Steel
- FLASHBACK -
"Not now, not in front of Draco please Lucius!"
A small, skinny, blonde haired, eight year old boy watched horrified as his father's fist met his mothers delicate face with a dangerous amount of force that sent the small thin woman sprawling helplessley to the floor one of her cheeks was swelling and an ugly purple bruise was spreading rapidly across one of her bluebell eyes.
Her body met the cold marble tiles of the kitchen floor with a sickening crack that told Draco that his father had broken his mother's arm again.
"What the fuck makes you think you have the right to cheat on me and then ask me for anything!"
"I have never cheated on you Lucius" Narcissa struggled to keep her voice steady as she tried to stand, and although her face was contorted with pain she only let out a small grimace as she felt the fractured bone in her forearm give out under her weight.
Using her other arm this time Narcissa pulled herself up with the aid of one of the kitchen sufaces and tried to straighten her scarlet silk robes.
"Just let Draco go Lucius he doesn't deserve this." Narcissa spoke clearly at first but continued more softly "Don't you think you've hurt your son enough Lucius?"
However as correct as his mother was, Draco couldn't care about the cuts and bruises his father's fury had imprinted upon him and the rubbing sores where the rope cut into his pale flesh, when the fear of what he knew his father was about to do hung over him waiting to engulf him in fresh horror.
"What did you say Narcissa" Lucius' hissing voice was dripping with danger.
"You have hurt your son enough Lucius please let him go you can do what you want to me but Draco is just a child."
Narcissa tryed to keep her voice steady but cowered under the murderous look her husband gave her.
"Don't you ever fucking speak to me like that again!" the pure fury reverberated around the cavernous room, as did the sound of Narcissa sobbing and screaming helplessly as her husband forced her to the floor.
Draco looked away.
When this part came he could never watch his young mother being violated so cruelly.
Narcissa sobbed pathetically as Lucius tore at her scarlet silk robes violently.
"Lucius no please...please " Narcissa sobbed quietly as her husband pulled of her robes revealing her lacy red bra and thong.
"You haven't learnt your place woman I shall have to show you again." Malicious sarcasm coated his drawling voice.
He scrabbled with her bra while she writhed trying in vain to escape his strong grip.
She cried softly as he hit the other side of her already bruised face to make her keep still, and as her bra came off he bit one of her nipples, hard. Narcissa cried out at the sharp pain.
Lucius hit her again.
She went limp at this blow.
He ripped off his own clothing and told his son to watch.
Draco couldn't, so Lucius got off his wife so as to hit his child.
Draco watched as his father got his mother completely naked and then forced her into the crudest of positions so he could slam between the crying woman's legs as she sobbed pathetically.
After he came inside her Lucius spoke teasingly to Narcissa.
"Now what do you have to say to me woman?"
Narcissa tried to speak from her swollen cut lips, but no sound emerged.
"I said what do you have to say to me?"
Narcissa tried again to reply but she could not.
At this Lucius realised he wasn't going to get the grovelling apology he expected from the woman.
"Why do you always make me do this to you you little whore?"
Lucius hit the shaking woman across the face again then got off her cowering figure so he could kick her in the stomach, grab his clothes and walk out of the kitchen locking his wife and son in the room.
Narcissa didn't even have the strength to cry out when the impact of his foot met her stomach. Nor did she have the courage to beg her husband for her child's release. Narcissa lay there curled up and naked crying silently.
Lucius came back later that night. He usually did. Still violent and now stinking of alcohol.
He dragged his wife upstairs to their room and left his small son alone shivering in the dark, cold kitchen and tied to a wooden chair.
It was these long cold nights that shaped Draco's personality.
Left alone with his conscience eating at him for being his cruel rapist father's son, he formed a steel mould around his once warm heart.
Here Draco taught himself that love was a waste of time.
- END FLASHBACK -
As Ginny began to stir from her slumber, Draco's memories faded and died.
He stood over her watching the way her full lips parted when she moaned softly.
Ginny's dark eyelashes fluttered open as she woke from her slumber.
"m..m..morning Draco" Ginny spoke as she tryed to stifle a yawn. Her voice was hoarse and as she tryed to stand up she swayed and leaned against a wall for support.
She tryed to focus on her husband but found that it hurt her head.
As she toppled towards him she realized that her head was pounding.
Draco watched his wife stumble hopelessly trying to reach him. He watched with contempt, making no attempt to help her. He understood that those not used to the freezing temperatures of his home were affected strongly by it, but it usually took them longer than one single night to get ill.
The weakling couldn't even spend a night in the cold.
How pathetic his wife was.