Em-ily: Thank you! And don't worry, we'll talk about why he tries to kill himself so often soon. I kind of explore why they treat Draco the way they do in this chapter. He's nothing more than a pet to them. Peter locking him in the dungeon is no different to them than locking a dog in a kennel. It's not nice, but the dog is going to be fine.

Enjoy.

"Draco, dear, how was your day?" Was the day already over? I remember this morning and trying to get out of bed. Was it really that long ago? "I hear you're being uncooperative again." It's not me that's being uncooperative, it's my arms. And legs. And brain. And holy hell my throat wants to die. "Draco, are you ignoring me or just being stubborn?"

This fiasco only started with me being stubborn. Maybe it has gone on too long. I'm vaguely aware of Voldemort standing over me. How did he get there so fast? "How long have you been lying here?" It took a while, but I finally remembered where my throat was and how to use it, but my dry mouth made clear speech impossible.

"How long have you been gone?" I manage to choke out between painful breaths. Voldemort sighed and lifts me up by my bicep.

The world is spinning, I know, but I think for a second it quivers too.

I could hear my face hit the floor, but black out before I feel it.

When I wake up, I don't feel dead. And to think, I was so close this time too...

Wormtail's whiney, choppy screams come from the other side of the door. I sit up slowly, apprehensive of the nausea that had hit me before, gripping the white sheet up close to my bare chest. Wormtail was still shrieking. I may hate him, but I wouldn't wish this amount of time under the cruciatus curse on anybody.

"I'm beginning to think leaving him with muggles would have been safer than leaving him with you. At least Harry Potter is still alive." The door of Master's bedroom swings open wide and smashes against the wall. My face mimics the horror of Wormtail's peeking out from behind our Master's shoulder. He's furious.

"Draco! Stand up!" he orders. I struggle to untangle myself from the sheets. My heart is pounding so unevenly that my arms jerk and my legs don't work. "Oh for Merlin's sake!" Voldemort storms across the elaborate room and rips the sheet away. I feel like a cartoon character flung around in a circle then a big blue SPLAT as I bounce off the nightstand. "You understand what you are to me?"

Bed warmer? Occasional world domination plot listener? I have no clue what I am. It's a wonder I'm not a sexually confused, mindless zombie!

"Do you?" He's mad, but not yelling anymore. I can't look at him. I'm sitting on my legs and staring at the foot of the nightstand. A cold hand grips my jaw so that my nose is inches from his. I'm still looking at that leg. Is that a scratch?

"You're a pet Draco. A valuable pet I will admit, but not worth all of the trouble you're giving me that is for certain," Voldemort scolds. I didn't want to cause him trouble. I would never mean that.

The tears that start a constant leak out of my eyes are completely involuntary.

"Do you know what muggles do to their pets when they make a mess?" Voldemort asks casually, like he's just asked me to pass the sugar. I shake my head once. "They scrub its face in it."

I tear my eyes from that stupid little scratch on that stupid little nightstand and look at my Masters perturbed expression. He lets my jaw go and lifts up my wrist.

My unwrapped, tattooed wrist. I hadn't noticed before that the gauze was gone. Now I was going to have to look at it. "If you try something like this again, I would hate to have to ruin that darling face of yours." It doesn't sound like a threat, especially when he's gently stroking the few, long scars over the snake's neck.

"I don't mean to cause you trouble," I whimper. Pathetic.

"Of course you don't. Why would you mean to? I'm the greatest thing to ever happen to you," he's smiling now. Together, we stand up. I'm gripping his robes and he's whipping the steady stream of tears from my cheeks. "Think Draco, I let you sleep with me in my chambers. Do you know where pets normally sleep?"

"Outside, tied to a tree." I answer, a sob interrupting twice. My Master lets one laugh-ish sound shake him.

"You've been reading my books again." Master motions me to lay back down and I suddenly feel tired again. "Draco, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You've got a good life here," he climbs into the bed and then adds "with me."

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