WARNING! Contains child abuse and references molesting. DON'T READ IF OFFENDED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

"Why are you here?" Draco fought hard to keep his feelings of fear and betrayal at bay, but despite his beast attempts, his voice still shook, "You don't need the job, you hardly like children, so why are you here?" Lucius shook his head,

"Tut tut, Draco. I was rather hoping for a better welcome than the one you gave me yesterday." Draco bit his lip, "Care to explain?"

"I…err…needed to-to pee." He said lamely. Lucius walked around his desk, so he stood directly over his son,

"Don't lie to me, Draco." He hissed maliciously, "I can read you like a book! You ran yesterday because you were frightened." Lucius let out a harsh laugh as Draco squirmed uncomfortably under his cold, penetrating eyes, "But then, of course, you have every right to be. I'm going to be here, watching you, every. Single. Second. Of every. Single. Day."

"I'm not afraid of you!" Draco burst out suddenly, "You give yourself too much credit!"

"Don't you DARE speak to me in such a disrespectful manner!" Lucius growled, his hand lashing out and grabbing a handful of his son's hair, twisting it hard so Draco let out a small whimper of pain, "You forget your place, Boy. And you know the consequences of that, don't you?" Draco's stomach contracted in terror,

"Y-you can't!" He stammered, wincing as his father's grip tightened, "I…I'll tell s-someone!" Lucius laughed coldly,

"And who would listen to you?" He sneered, "You think people would believe the word of an annoying teen-age Slytherin over mine? Besides, what are they going to charge me with? Disciplining my own son? You know as well as I that it's perfectly legal. Frowned upon, I grant you that, but still legal." Draco lowered his eyes, blinking hard. He felt hot tears sting his eyes.

But they must not be seen!

They are forbidden.

But Lucius saw,

"Look at me, Draco." He commanded, brushing a finger under Draco's eye. A drop of salty liquid was left there. Draco trembled, waiting in terrified anticipation, "Why are you crying?" Lucius demanded, eyes blazing, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRY IN FRONT OF ME! DO-YOU-UNDERSTAND-ME?" He snarled, striking out like a snake and slapping Draco as hard as he could across the face. The force of the blow knocked Draco sideways and he crashed to the floor, his head slamming into the stone wall.

Instantly, Draco backed up, drawing his knees to his chest protectively. He looked up at his father, eyes wide and full of pain and anguish,

"Why do you hate me?" He choked. Lucius knelt down beside him and caressed Draco's cheek that, just moments ago, he'd struck so hard. Draco flinched away, making small whimpering noises, his hands at the ready to protect himself if needed.

"Oh Dragon, why do you make me do this to you?" Lucius said softly, still stroking his son's bruised face. Draco's eyes flicked up at the use of his childhood nickname and his father's gentle voice.

It didn't suit him,

'Be careful!' The voice in his head warned.

"If only you would be obedient, then I wouldn't have to punish you so." Lucius continued, putting his arms around the boy's trembling shoulders and pulling him into a reluctant embrace, "I don't want to hurt you, Dragon, but it's for your own good. I only do it because I care about you. You know that don't you Dragon?" Draco nodded,

"I'm sorry, Father." He whispered into the heavy robes, "I do try. I promise."

"I know, Dragon. I know." Lucius soothed, stroking Draco's lank hair from his face. "Would you do one thing for me?" Draco nodded, sniffing hard, his face still stung and he was eager to avoid more punishment,

"Uh huh." Lucius smiled,

"Good boy. Just relax." Draco obeyed, his tense muscles slowly easing up, the Voice, screaming at him to get out.

But he didn't.

He just stayed there, encircled by his father's strong arms, his head resting on Lucius' chest. Draco smelt the smells he always associated with his father; Cinnamon, oak wood and brandy, and Draco felt happier and safer than he had ever felt in his life.

But suddenly, Lucius' hand moved down and rested on Draco's trousers. The boy looked up in a mixture of fear and confusion,

"W-what…?"

"Just relax, Dragon. Just relax." Lucius murmured into his son's ear and slowly, gently eased the zipper down. Draco squirmed and tried to pull away as realisation struck him, but Lucius held him firmly,

"Don't resist me, Dragon." He hissed, his hand slipping inside the dark material, "We wouldn't want you to be…'damaged' now, would we?" Draco cringed, but fell still, shaking violently, "I thought not. There we go Dragon. You're doing fine. Just fine…" Draco squeezed his eyes tight shut, trying desperately to shut out what was happening to him.

"No. Please, no." He whimpered softly, silent tears trickling down his face in a steady stream.

'Why is he doing this to me?'

'What have I done wrong?'

'Is this my fault?'

'Somebody help me.'

'PLEASE, WON'T SOMEBODY HELP ME!'

A/N: Heloo! I know I've updated sooner than usual, but I just found this chapter the easiest to write and I had to post it! I hoped it was up to everyone's standards…?

Anyway, I promise to have Hermione back in the next chapter, but I wanted this one to be just between Draco and Lucius. Hisses at Lucius

Oh yes, Potter plushies and ice-cream to the following- Gabby the elf, Fieryred, helloitsme-again and Tobiashawk13!

I know I haven't given people much time to review, but like I said, I had to post it!

I might not be able to get one done for next wee, as I'm staying with my mum in Brighton, but I promise to try!

Hugs 'N' kisses, Lots of love Lilyxxxx