When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built...
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door...
The echo of a broken child screaming "please no more"...
Daddy, don't you understand the damage you have done...
To you it's just a memory, but for me it still lives on...
It was, approximately, eleven o'clock on the night of Christmas and Draco was curled up on the sofa- reading the copy of 'A child called It' by David Pelzer that Lupin had given him, held aloft with one hand whilst the other clutched a steadily cooling mug of coco. Draco had finally given into adorning his lurid Weasley jumper, which was presently wrapped tightly around him to keep out the December draft.
The news that his father had been treated exactly the same as him and not made Draco feel any more inclined towards forgiving him. On the contrary, in fact, it had just made him all the angrier. He couldn't understand how his father could possibly know how it felt to be beaten and reprimanded for every little thing and yet still think it right to do the same thing to him.
He didn't know what his godfather expected him to gain by telling him that, but whatever it was, Draco was certain it wasn't supposed to be negative…Ah well, a little more confusion to add to the chaos Draco's mind was already in wouldn't do any harm, would it?
Draco put his book down and drained his cup, unable to concentrate anymore and put his feet up onto the table in an utterly and completely unsociable way but right now, to be completely honest, Draco seriously didn't care.
Sighing heavily, the boy got to his feet and trudged into the kitchen, dumped his cup in to the sink and ran cold water into it. Draco watched the stream of liquid for a while, momentarily mesmerised by it. It was fascinating the way the water- so clear and crystal-like when it left the tap, turned brown murky and utterly spoiled as soon as it touched the dregs that remained at the bottom. Interesting…..
Suddenly, the teenager shook his head hard, snapping himself out of his trance and turned off the water. He then proceeded back into the living room.
But something stopped Draco in his tracks.
Somebody was sitting in his place.
Somebody who Draco really didn't want to see.
Somebody who went by the title of Lucius Malfoy…
Lucius rose elegantly with a smirk and stepped over to Draco, who was watching him in a mixture of fear and anger,
"You've grown so much, my dragon." The man purred, reaching out to touch Draco's cheek, "Such a handsome boy…" But Draco slapped the hand away abruptly,
"Don't touch me!" He snarled, stepping back. Lucius' lip curled unpleasantly; all signs of niceness vanishing,
"Manners, Draco." He reminded his son coolly, "I am still your father and you will show me respect." Draco snorted in a very un pure-blooded way,
"I have no respect for you. I never did." The boy hissed back, contempt sparkling in his blue-grey eyes, "You're a bully and a child abuser. You've never given me any reason to respect you!" The elder Malfoy's steely eyes flashed dangerously, a sure warning,
"You've been listening to the mudblood, haven't you?" He jeered, "Only she could implant such a ridiculous notion into your mind. How dare you think yourself so special as to think that I would waste both my time and energy by abusing you? Besides, it's such a common term…" Lucius laughed, cold and short, "I punish you, Draco. Of course, some may think my methods a little 'harsh', but understand this, my little dragon, by disciplining you affectively I am simply fulfilling my duty as your father. It's not my fault if you persistently disobey me, is it?" Lucius added with an exaggerated sigh, "You were always such a disruptive child…" Draco gaped at him, hardly believing what he was hearing,
"Disruptive? I was too scared to bother you! Or mother, for that matter! How can you even say that?"
"Quite easily, I think you'll find." Lucius replied simply, "You were incredibly demanding as a small child- Always wanting me to pick you up or read to you-."
"That's because you never paid me any attention!" Draco burst out, utterly outraged, "You were always working at the ministry or there were people visiting so I had to stay out of site. And then when you weren't busy, you'd hit me if I tried to get your attention. If I was ever disruptive, it was because you refused to even acknowledge my existence and when you finally did it was because I'd been bad and you were angry with me!" But, as ever, Lucius simply waved him off,
"That's by the by. Come Draco, we're leaving." Draco had to forcibly restrain himself from stamping his foot like a three year old and yelling –'You're not listening to me!'
"I'm not going with you." The teenager replied coolly. Folding his arms across his chest, "I'm never going back there with you! You can't make me!" Lucius rounded on his son,
"What did you just say to me?" He hissed, barely able to keep his temper. Draco wavered slightly as the all too familiar expression crossed his father's face, but stood his ground, staring up at the man defiantly,
"You. Can't. Make. Me." Draco replied, making each word perfect and precise, "I am not going back to be locked in the dark and beaten by you and resented by Mother. I'm not going to let you bully me anymore!"
Yo yo yo! Wassup my beany friends? I have done a load more, but i thought i'd spread it outa bit :-)
If you haven't heard 'I'm Okay' steal/borrow it from someone and listen to it! Even if you have to kill! Thanks to perfectpureblood for introducing me to it:)
Chocolate cake to...
lollenk, Pprincess17. -addicted-2-hp-, Shining Bright Eyes, Natural -181, blueeyedchibi, Nikki'sEvilDoppelganger, Hogaboom, Tamika DanarDraco, perfectpureblood, youknowdamnright, Sailor Hecate, britta girl, pinkalarmclock, Eranim, ronisawsome, Hecate Goddess of darkness, Dark Princesses, Zarroc, Twighlight Dragoness, Slytherinelektra, GoldenAngel71, Ilya of Smeg, grlkat and harry potter princess H.
Kudos to you all! Lily xxxx