Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R (but very possibility to NC17)
Summary: Lucius likes to "educate" Draco in his way of stuff. Draco didn't.
Harry wants to know what happened, and tells his own experience in unpleasant event, and try to get to his hurt heart.
Length: 1408 words (to this chapter)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they're all Rowling.
Status: WIP
Chapter one
He screamed in pain, in the so much horrible pain… the one who always comeback to him without his willing. Every inch in his body shout for merci and forgiveness. It was like he was stabbing with blazing knife again and again. It felt like his vein was burning in blind fire.
He couldn't see anything.
He wanted it will finish, he wanted it will end. He wanted to die. He doesn't want it to keep going…
And then, the pains stop.
If he wouldn't be chained, he would have collapse on the icy stone floor.
"You are NOT will be irreverent. You are NOT talk without any permission. You will NOT express your opinion. You will NOT be shameless me when there are guest in the manor. You will NOT slam doors in this house. You are NOT disobeying my words. You will NOT desecrate your deceased mother's name…" said the emotionless voice of his father.
He lowers his head. He should have known this would go to happen; he shouldn't have undermined his father's authority. Especially when there are important guest in the house.
His father's robe flutters behind him when he goes outside the grille cell. "Don't go anywhere…" an evil smirk hoisted on his face.
Like I could… he groans from pain and exhaustion. His chained hand cut a little on the wrist when they brush against the rusty metal.
"I said NOT to irreverent." His father came back from whatever he went.
Damn… he forgot his father excel in legillimence.
"But that never mind, there is always appropriate solution…" again that evil smirk, the famous Malfoy Smirk of his father that made the heir on his nape stand up.
"Turn around, Draco."
Without any choice he turned around, he struggle to not shake from fear about what's going to happen.
And then he feels it; something sharp that cut his flesh in one moment. He distorts his face when he hears the sound that it makes. And then again, and again, and again. Of course that his father use in lash for a punish purpose. But Draco starts to suspect that maybe its all for only a pleaser purpose.
He flinch, more because the air-cut sound that the scourge create, than the pain itself create afterward, that because after the seventh lashing he lost his sensation in the place, he only feels something that dripping from his back again and again, probably blood.
He twitch from the thought that scars will stay on his beautiful smooth skin, of course there is a potion that disappears the scars away but it only influence if you took it right after the wound is caused, and how he know his father, he will let him stay in the dungeon for a while.
Of course his father whip him more then once in the past, but in spite of that it still don't have any scars on his body, that because his dear mother used to sneak to the basement and irrigate Draco in a blur pain and conceals scars potion, but she don't dare do more than that, because the fear from here husband.
But now, his mother was very likely rolling around in her tomb from misery.
Draco sinks in thought in target to blur the noise of the flogging.
The scars will be probably pretty ugly… Draco smile to himself a sad smile after his father go away, and leave him there, bleeding and lacerate.
After a few minutes he saw only the darkness came to him.
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On the Express train to Hogwarts Draco command to Crabbe and Goyle to patrol another wagon, and he himself sit in a compartment alone.
He was very relieved to leave the manor, where his father controls him in his usual dictatorship. He was so much relieved that he was left alone again, without any insults and the hurt and the pain that his father do to him.
He sat on the seat, his back lean on the window wall, his knees bending his chest and his hands rest on the top of them. He sighs.
His body still ach, the scars from the lashing don disappear, they stay there as a sign of the act.
He was still shivers from the Cruciatus curses, in spite of the hundred; maybe thousand times that he experiences it.
He put his hide his head in his hand.
He hopes that nobody will bother him, he want at list a few hours of peace.
He remembers his mother's beautiful smile, the pure smile that always calms him down. He misses her, vary much.
Such a pity that she buried in the manor territories…
The words that his father told him that day still echo in his ears a made him to be furor.
"You will NOT desecrate your deceased mother's name…"
How dare he? He himself kills here… he is the one that made her suffer all this years… he is who consider his son to the main reason to his mother's depression, her disappointment.
He loathes him. He didn't believe how much blind he was all this years, when he support his father's opinion. His FATHER? The man didn't deserve to call like that!
And what will be happening this year? The Slytherins aren't the most pleasant people that exist. And this year he's must to continue with the Lie Mask that he forced to wear; the emotionless face, sarcasm, arrogant, immodesty, haughtiness.
All this things were not him, it was the Lie Mask. He become accustomed to hurt people intentionally and he hate every moment.
But if he was saying about it any single word… Lucius had got him more then the usual allocation, and he was finished in Slytherin.
Buy this year, this year it wouldn't be like that. He wouldn't wear the Lie Mask, he try to not get anybody hurt…
This is gonna be a hard year… he smiled dryly when he remembered Weasley.
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In the feast he was quiet from the usual, and didn't take part in any conversation, and didn't answer to the question of the Bloody Baron.
And of course, he couldn't eat a lot because Lucius starve him between punish to punish.
He gets the password to the common room, and retires early.
In his dorm, after shower, he checks his scrawny body that he got from the seventh last weeks. The scars on his back got ruddy tint on his pale skin, which also, got a little grayish tint from the unexposed sun-light in the dungeon.
The blond hurry to his bed when he hears his dorm mate near the door. He didn't want to see them, or talk to them.
He closes the green curtains that circle his bed in and put few locker and silencing charms. And fall to his usual torment sleep.
Tomorrow morning and the rest of the few weeks after the school beginning he didn't talk to any from his dorm mate or any person, he stands for the apathy.
Draco hear the whispers of his house mates and wonder if it about him. It is really pity to lose the name and the reputation that he builds to himself in the last five years.
He didn't tease any Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, and don't bother to answer when somebody try to talk to him. It was rather comfortable.
He invest all his free time in study (it was after all his last year at Hogwarts and a NETS year as well), excluding Wednesday night; at Wednesday night it was time to think, and to relax.
He usually goes to the astronomy tower, sit on a chair that he transform with some blanket, and stare at the stars.
He like thinking on his mother, it was pretty comforting, although saddening.
The image of her with the long silver-blond hair, and with her smiles and undercover hugs, was making him feel lovely heats that banish all the bad thought of his father.
All the thought of his father was leading to thoughts of the Dark Lord. And he didn't want to think of that monster.
And he hate to think about his father before he fell asleep, because then he has nightmares.
The slytherin shook his head, he start with the bad thoughts again.
He looks up to the sky, and scans every star and star, wondering which one will be the one that will save him.
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A/N:
Well, it's the first time I'm writing a story in English, and it's the first time I'm published one.
I really wish you would review for I'll know how to get better.
Oh, and I would like a Betta, then if someone volunteer, I'll be very gratitude :)