Draco paused at the door to Malfoy Manor and took a deep breath, he had been dreading this visit ever since he got back to Hogwarts, he just needed to get the October break over and done with.
He pushed the door open and entered, immediately greeted by a house elf who informed him his mother was waiting for him in the drawing room. He walked through the large, dark foyer through to the drawing room where his mother sat on one of the large armchairs, sipping a cup of tea.
"Draco" she greeted him, with little emotion, just glancing up briefly. "Your father will be home for dinner in an hour, why don't you get washed and changed and meet us for dinner. I'll send a house elf up to get you."
"Yes mother" Draco replied and headed upstairs, flopping onto his bed and sighing, trying to think of accomplishments he could tell his father about. Starting to feel more stressed when he came up blank. He had planned to do so well this year. He was going to not start any fights, be more civil to everyone, do well in all his studies and Quidditch and pass all his exams with flying colours. But of course, it never went to plan and now he had fucked up, taking drugs again, fighting at every chance he got, having to quit Quidditch thanks to McLaggen, and not concentrating in class. All his homework so far had been abysmal, and there was no way his father hadn't found out. With a resigned sigh he pulled himself off his bed, showering and changing into fresh, expensive, black robes for dinner.
He looked at his reflection. His turbulent relationship with muggle drugs and the consequent withdrawals that followed every time he messed up, had not been kind to his appearance. But he couldn't help but wish he still had some, just to get him through this week. All of his gear was gone, potentially found by Potter if his threat was anything to go by, and although the threat and the thought of Potter knowing about it made him feel physically ill, it maybe wasn't the worst thing that Potter had confiscated it, if only to keep Draco from being able to use again. But just a little bit of coke to give him a boost would have been good right about now, if only he hadn't run out... and if only bloody McLaggen wasn't holding off on him.
The house elf appeared in his room as he was giving himself a final check over, putting on a glamour to hide the dark circles under his eyes and sickly skin, the puncture marks on his arm, and tucked his bandaged arm away inside the long sleeves he wore under his robes.
He sighed and headed back downstairs, bracing himself to see his father again.
Dinner went by fairly quietly, which always put him on edge. His father had greeted him but not said another word yet.
They finished their food and the plates vanished, the house elves going to clear up.
Lucius turned to Draco.
"I heard something rather odd from Severus the other day Draco" Lucius began in his silky tone. "He told me you had dropped out of the Quidditch team. Is that true?"
Draco swallowed. "Yes father, I thought it best to put as much time as possible into my studies" he lied, trying not to think about how McLaggen blackmailed him.
"And you can't do both?" Lucius asked with a raised brow. "I never had any problem managing the two"
Draco stayed silent. It wasn't really a question that needed answered.
"I bought you a new broom Draco" Lucius continued coldly. "Do you not care for it?"
"I do father, I love it, it's the best model there is" Draco rushed to show his gratitude. "I just wanted to do you proud in my studies and Quidditch can become a distraction"
"And yet, judging by how you've done in all your homework assignments so far, you're not making me proud in either" Lucius responded icily.
Draco looked down, feeling an ashamed flush creep into his cheeks.
"I'm sorry father, I -"
"You've also lost Slytherin an extravagant number of points already"
Draco looked down silently, he tried not to shake but fear had settled like a weight in his stomach.
There was a lengthy silence, in which Draco tried to keep from hyperventilating. Lucius turned to Narcissa.
"My dear, I think it's time I take Draco for a word in my office, I will come and find you once we are done" he told her.
Narcissa nodded and they all stood from the table, Narcissa returning to the drawing room and Draco following Lucius to his office.
When they got inside, he stopped, as usual, in front of his father's desk, standing behind the chair. Lucius made his way round and sat in the chair behind the desk, indicating for Draco to take a seat.
Lucius leaned backwards, considering him for a long moment. Draco hated this part.
"Put your wand on the table" Lucius ordered and Draco obeyed, knowing from experience that not obeying would be worse.
Lucius took it, putting it in a drawer.
"So, failure in lessons, dropping out of Quidditch, losing house points, quite the start to term" Lucius spoke dangerously.
"I'm sorry father, I will do better from now on" Draco promised.
"I hear you were getting into fights as well, the muggle way no less"
Draco dropped his head. "I have let you down father" he said, ashamed.
"Yes, you have" Lucius said simply. "The question is, how to teach you a lesson?"
"Father, please. I understand my mistakes, it won't happen again -" Draco began to beg desperately.
Lucius curled his lip and flicked his wand, a strangling hex catching Draco's throat and he grasped at his neck, choking, his face turning purple and his eyes watering.
Lucius flicked his wand again and it released, Draco slumping forward and taking in big gulps of air, coughing violently.
"I don't need to hear your pathetic excuses" Lucius said coldly, never having moved from his position.
Draco merely nodded, still catching his breath.
Lucius sighed. "I fear I've been too gentle on you all these years Draco, but no more" he said, raising his wand.
Draco almost scoffed. Too gentle? Draco had suffered these 'lessons' for as long as he could remember. But the scoff was cut off as the cruciatus curse hit him and he fell from the chair, his body arching and writhing, his screams silent as he felt his insides burn.
His father took it away, then did it again, for a total of four times. "Four disappointing pieces of news, four lessons" his father said calmly, as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
Draco lay panting on the floor, his body twitching and spasming, tears flowing from his eyes, blood in his mouth from where he'd bit his tongue, blood on his palms from where his bitten down nails had dug into his palms.
Lucius came around and looked down at his son on the floor. "You can come back and get your wand next Saturday before you go back to school, until then, get out of this house, I don't want to look at you anymore" Lucius sneered, and swept from the room.
Draco stayed on the floor for another minute, panting and crying, trying to still his shaking body before making his way to his bedroom, changing - with extreme pain - out of his robes and into clothes that a muggle wouldn't question, as without his wand, where else could he go?
He left in his shirt and trousers, wincing as he walked down the stairs, and out the door. It was still light, though not for long. He staggered down the path and through the gate, keeping on walking until he was out of the manor wards and in Muggle Wiltshire.
He kept on walking, making his way to a house without thinking, only realising he'd taken himself there when he reached the destination.
Fuck it, he thought, as he looked at the house. It's the best option for somewhere warm to stay.
He walked to the door and rang the doorbell, taking a step back and trying to get his breathing under control, and ignore the residual pain of the cruciatus.
The door opened, and a man in his mid-thirties appeared.
"Draco?" He asked, shocked.
"Will" Draco greeted weakly. "Can I come in?"
The man hesitated, his eyebrows raised. "Okay" he said slowly, stepping inside.
Draco walked in and Will led him into the living room, gesturing for him to take a seat.
"What do you want Draco? I told you I wasn't sponsoring you anymore" Will frowned at him.
"I know, I'm not here about that, I just need somewhere to stay for a few nights" Draco winced at how pathetic he sounded to his own ears.
Will looked at him for a minute curiously. "I don't know about a few nights but I guess you can stay tonight, and we'll see how it goes" he tilted his head, eyeing Draco up and down.
"Thanks" Draco said weakly.
"Why don't you take a shower" Will said. It wasn't a question.
Draco nodded, and stood, already resigned to what was going to happen but prepared to pay the price for a safe place to sleep, and not freeze in an alleyway somewhere.
He went to the bathroom and stripped off, thankful his glamours were still holding up, though he noticed that bruising was forming round his neck from his father's strangling hex.
He had washed himself in the shower and just stood for an extra couple of minutes to enjoy the feel of the warmth when he heard the bathroom door open and shut. He briefly closed his eyes, not turning around as he heard Will strip off and come stand behind him. He took Draco's hand and pulled it round, placing it on his own erection. Draco started to move his hand up and down, stroking Will's length. Will then squeezed out some lube onto his fingers and pushed a finger inside Draco, ignoring Draco's wince at the intrusion, he managed to slip another finger in, stretching him out before slipping a condom on his penis and pushing it inside Draco in one swift movement, causing Draco to let out a whimper, his body was already in pain from the Cruciatus and his muscles were tense.
"Shhh" Will whispered in his ear as he bent Draco forward and started thrusting. "Be a good boy and moan for me" he murmured into his ear.
Draco braced his hands against the wall and closed his eyes, moaning obediently, feeling Will get harder in response.
Will brought his hand round and slipped his thumb in Draco's mouth. "Suck it" he commanded, and Draco complied again.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain and humiliation, trying to focus on the hot water. Will thrust faster, nearing his climax and Draco let the tears fall. They mixed in with the shower water so nobody would ever know.
Will moaned as he came, thrusting hard one last time, before pulling out roughly.
"Okay get out the shower, I'll make you a bed on the sofa after I'm done" he told Draco, and Draco nodded.
Will made the bed for him and he went to sleep, struggling to find a position that didn't hurt.
He slept, though not consistently, waking up every now and then in a panic before reminding himself where he was.
In the morning he woke up, blinking in the light. When he finally adjusted his tired eyes, he saw Will sitting opposite him, watching him.
Draco stared at him, waiting for him to either make a move on Draco or say something.
"You're going to have to leave" Will said.
Draco blinked. "Now?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes" Will said. "My girlfriend is coming over soon"
"Your... girlfriend?" Draco asked in confusion. "I didn't know you had one again" he said, but obediently got out of the bed and pulled on his shirt and trousers.
"Well I do, and she doesn't know about you or the drugs or meetings, and I'd like to keep it that way, so..." Will gestured to the door.
"Oh okay" Draco replied quietly, not sure what to say, looks like he was going back to sleeping on the streets.
"Oh hang on" Will said, and handed him some pills.
"Why are you giving me this?" Draco asked, looking at the oxy in his hand. It was a highly addictive painkiller, one that Draco had struggled with before.
"You look like you need some" Will shrugged.
"You're not a very good sponsor"
Will snorted derisively. "If you hadn't seduced me, and ruined my last relationship, things could be different"
"I hardly seduced you" Draco rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you want to call it, this was the last time, don't come here again"
"Fine"
Will glared at him, and Draco left, closing the door behind him.
What the hell did he do now?
He spent the day trudging through the streets. He had nothing with him, no spare clothes, no wand, no money. He sighed, another six nights of sleeping in alleyways, he thought to himself. He was exhausted from walking by the time night came back around and he found an alleyway, one he had slept in before when he'd been kicked out his house. It was mildly sheltered in case it rained so it at least kept him dry, but October wasn't warm and he hadn't brought any bigger layers, having hoped that Will would have let him stay for longer. He walked out into the street again and spotted the newsagents up ahead. He took a deep breath and walked quickly past it, swiftly grabbing one of the newspapers from the display at the front and running back around into his alleyway. Another trick he had learned from previous times of sleeping in the street. He used a couple sheets as a pillow and pulled the rest of the pages out, fashioning it into a sort of blanket on top of him. Shivering, he pulled the oxy out of his pocket. He couldn't, could he? It was better than the heroin he had got himself hooked on and god knows he was itching for some of that right now. Maybe this was the best way to slowly ween off? Maybe he could control it better than last time. He took a couple of the pills and laid down on his newspaper pillow, trying to think happy thoughts as he waited for the morphine-like drug to kick in and send him to sleep.
The next day passed much the same, though Draco had become much filthier from sleeping on the ground. As he walked and walked to pass the hours away he felt a chill sink into him. The muggles gave him a wide berth, and Draco knew he must look terrible. He slept on the ground again, taking more oxy to numb away the pain.
He spent the next few days the same way, never able to get rid of the cold he felt deep in his bones, he kept taking oxy until one evening, when he felt particularly exhausted earlier in the evening and he was about to do his usual routine of taking the pills and putting his head down, two figures stepped in front of him. He looked up into the menacing faces of two drunk middle-aged men.
One of them bent down and grabbed the drugs out of Draco's hand.
"Hey!" Draco said, reaching to grab them back, but he was weakened after the last few days and the other one grabbed him, shoving him into the wall and punching him hard in the stomach, Draco doubled over, gasping, his empty stomach lurching in pain.
"This is ours now" one of them men jeered.
"Unless you want to share, but it comes at a price" the other one leered at him, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards him as the first man laughed.
"No it's all yours, let me go!" Draco struggled, panicking and pushing against him.
They both laughed loudly and Draco broke free, sprinting as fast as he could out the alleyway and down the street, not knowing where he was going.
He ran and ran until he couldn't anymore, and he leaned into a bush, throwing up the meagre contents of his stomach.
He kept on walking, unsure of where he was in the dark, until he saw something familiar and his heart sank.
The magical building was well disguised as just an expanse of overgrown land and Draco wouldn't have thought twice about it, except he had been here before.
Swallowing his pride and his sanity, he walked forward through the wards, and up to the door.