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Chapter 2

Master was never kind to him. Every time he was near, he beat him. The same thing was with Dobby. But when he was alone with master, it was different. He hurt him, but in other ways.

"Come here," Master said.

The child obeys in silence. Master's huge hand reaches his curly raven hair, and with a hard yank, he was on his knees.

"You will be good, won't you?"

He was trembling so much that he couldn't even control himself. Another yank made him answer.

"Y-yes master."

Lucius smiled, yanking his hair again. Tears started to fall down his big green eyes. Harry closed his eyes and opened his pink lips.

Master sat on the bed and positioned the boy between his legs. Then he pulled the boy forward by the hair and cold lips closed over his penis. A small moan and the child whimpered. Master yanked his hair like he was trying to suffocate him.

"Mmm." Master was so pleased. "That's right…very good…keep going…mmm…yes…!" He realized that the boy was nearly strangled, so he let him go.

The next moment, he catches him and pushes him over the bed. Lucius stays over him looking at him closely. Wet cheeks, trembling lips, and scared eyes. That was a show that he enjoyed very much.

Sounds in the corridor broke his concentration. It sounded like someone was coming. Lucius got up made the boy do the same. A knock. Surely it was his stupid domestic elf.

"Enter."

The door opened and Draco ran in very fast. "Father, you promised me that you'd take me out with you today. Did you forget?"

That was right. He has some business in Hogsmeade and he was to take Draco with him. "I had not forgotten. Are you ready to go?" Draco answered with a big smile. "Then wait for me downstairs." He started to pack his things.

"Hey! What are you doing in here?" Draco shouted, getting closer to the little kid hiding in the shadows of the room.

"He's finishing with the cleaning here. Why I keep him when he's so utterly useless, it's a mystery." Master moves towards the kid who was now standing close the wall, scared.

"When I return, I want this room to clean. Understood?" Harry nods his head, trembling.

"Make sure that this room, and the rest of the manor are shining like a mirror, or you will pay," saying this, Master exits, leaving him more scared than he had ever been.

The rides to Hogsmeade were so fun. Draco loved to go with his father every time he could. Lucius was a busy man and he was always working. He never had any time to play with him.

He worked late into the night, which gave him even less time to spend with his family. Draco would wake up at night and spy on him in his study. His father woke up at midnight to continue working. He'd go downstairs for one or two hours and then he'd return to his room very tired.

His father was always away from home because of business and other matters he didn't understand. His mother always says that he will understand it when he grows up. But he finds waiting a tiresome task.

"Alright Draco, I have to deal with some unfinished business. You'll stay here and try to keep out of trouble. Is that alright?"

"Yes sir," Draco answered with a smile.

His father had made him stay in a store that sold some dark items. Lucius loved them. Maybe later, he'd buy one or two things to take home and play with the pest.

His father entered a creepy, dark alley. He knew that it wasn't the right thing to do, but he couldn't resist. What his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He just had to follow him very silently. His father tapped some bricks on the wall and it opened into a doorway. After he had entered, Draco stayed outside, and it closed.

"Damn it."

Now he had to stay in the boring store like his father said.

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"You are late, Malfoy." A dark figure welcomed him from inside the room.

"It's you who come to early." He takes the chair next his companion.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you. Why have you asked me here?"

"I just wanted to know how everything is?"

"There were many changes since the last time. If you called me for this, then I am wasting my time."

"I'm asking you because I need to know Malfoy. You know that the Ministry of Magic is always getting its nose in everything. We cannot allow them, or anyone else, ruin our plans."

"I know that. You don't have to remind me."

"You especially can't let it happen."

"I said that you don't need to remind me!" Lucius roared. "I know what I have to do. Mind on your own business and I will see to mine. That's what we've said from the beginning, isn't it?"

"Alright, Lucius. Forget I said anything. You don't have to get angry."

"You are paranoid. That's what this is."

"If you had to deal with what I have, you'd be worse than I. You got the easy part, Malfoy."

Lucius laughed.

"It was your decision, that it went that way. All because you don't have the nerve to get rid of the little pest. If only you had the gall to twist his neck when you had the chance…"

Now the laugh came from the other side.

"If it were that way, you would not be having so much fun, Malfoy."

An ugly silence grew between them both.

"If that is all you have to say? You waste my time." Malfoy stood up feeling annoyed.

"I didn't call you only for that. I need you to get some stuff for me. You know…some of the stuff you hide at your place."

Malfoy growled, "Give me a list and I will send it to you."

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"I see that you did a good job, you useless filth."

Malfoy smacked the cold cheeks of the little kid who had recently gotten up from the floor where he was lying. "You pest."

His hands descended to reach his thin neck.

'I should have done this a long time ago,' he thought. 'Kill him with my own hands. With my bare hands, killing him slowly.'

He makes him cry. Lucius loves the sensation of seeing those tears fall down his cheeks. As he twisted the kid's neck, the boy was clawing his flesh with his nails in a desperate attempt to stay alive. It worked. He was released, but he had to endure the consequences of the cane.

At the fifth strike, he had blood running down his cheeks as it flowed down from his head.

"I could kill you right now, and no one would care. You get it? No one cares about you, no one. Not even that stupid House Elf."

The kid whimpered, trying to cry silently and not annoy the Master.

"Yes. I can cut you to pieces. Would you like that?"

He doesn't even think to answer, but he was completely sure that his master was capable of doing so. This and much more.

"Useless filth!" He roared. "Prepare me something hot."

Harry shot up in a flash and ran to the kitchen. He was out of luck because Dobby wasn't there to help or protect him. The House Elf was away doing something else for Master. His hands were trembling so badly that he was worried that he might break something.

The silence was scary in the kitchen. He returned to the room where Master is sitting his chair. The kid stays at his side, trying to maintain the distance between them.

"Come here and give me a message," Lucius commands.

His hands were trembling so badly, and were so cold. But his Master's flesh was so warm. He placed his bony little hands on the huge back of Master's and began to massage with clumsy movements.

"You are so useless…You can't do anything right." The master was complaining and the kid became even more nervous. "Go away you pest!"

"I'm asking you because I need to know, Malfoy. You know the Ministry of Magic is always getting its nose into everything. We can't allow them, or anyone else, ruin our plans."

"I know that. You don't have to remind me."

"You especially can't let that…"

"You can't do anything, useless Brat. Now, where's what I ask you for?"

"It's getting warm mast…er."

He answered with a growl. "I don't know why I keep you. I can do it at any moment. While you are sleeping, while you move about the house. Come here."

The child reaches Master again and closes his eyes, waiting for the next movement. The Master's hand falls to his cheek without a reason. Now why is he beating him? he wanted to ask.

He continues to beat him and kill some time while waiting for the tea. It was so fun to hurt the little pest.

Soon he was crying again. Lucius found himself content enough to move to a more comfortable place. He stood up again and left the kitchen. Surely that the brat will follow him. He was not that stupid at all. He knows what he'll have to do.

The master went to his study, a warm and comfortable place. He lay down on his favourite sofa waiting for the brat to appear. And there he was, along with the tea that he asked before. He placed it on the little table beside his Master and was afraid to get any closer.

In a flash, he had the boy on his knees, seated between his own legs. He had unfinished business with the little trollop, and he never left anything unfinished. It just wasn't his style.

"I don't want you to make a sound," he warned coldly.

To be continue...