WARNING: Child Abuse
Chapter 3: Home Sweet Home
(Is It?)
Draco was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. He was a captive in his own house. He would have loved to cycle on the hill behind their house, feel his muscles strain against the steep slope. A clearing surrounded by tall thick trees was his secret hide-out. In this quite clearing, Draco vented out his anger and frustrations; often spending hours at end loudly abusing his father and The Dark Lord. But this summer his father was keeping a keener eye on him than usual.
"Draco Malfoy, I'm giving you half-an-hour to put your room in order or your father will hear about this" his mother's voice reached his inattentive ears from downstairs. Draco pushed himself up on his elbows, gave an uninteresting look around his cluttered room and flopped back on his bed.
Hermione was flipping through The Quibbler. She had been home for a couple of days now. She was happy to be back. She had missed her parents terribly. Today was a Sunday, so her parents were going to the clinic a little later than usual. They still keep the tradition of having breakfast together on every Sunday morning. " Hermione, breakfast" came her mom's voice from downstairs. She jumped up from her bed and ran downstairs. "Morning, mom" she pecked her mom on the cheek. She sat down at the table. A plate laden with pancakes, scrambled eggs and toast was put before her. "Yummy" she exclaimed. " Eat up sweetheart" her mom kissed her on her forehead. She picked up her spoon. She heard her dad whistling at the top of his voice. He came in with the morning newspaper. " I see that my little dumpling has risen early today" he came and kissed her cheek. He sniffed the air. "Smells delicious" he promptly sat down at the table. The heard a tapping noise on the window behind where Hermione was sitting. She turned head around and saw it was Errol. She got up and let him in. He flew in and perched on her dad's shoulder. She went over to him and untied the letter. Her father fed him bits of toast. Hermione sat down on her chair and unrolled the letter.
Dear Hermione,
Dad has got tickets for the final of the Quidditch World Cup! If you want to come then the Knight Bus will pick you up near your house at 11'o clock on Tuesday and drop you at the Burrow. Harry is already here.
See you soon,
Ron
Hermione's face light up. This was going to her best summer holidays. She consulted with her parents and sent her reply that she will come. She was very excited and happy.
"Draco" Luscious entered the room. Draco was half-asleep and jerked away when he heard his father call. "See, I knew he would never clean his room" Narcissa's voice came from behind him. " That's alright. Draco, would you like to watch the final match. I have got tickets for a good seat, in the VIP Box." Draco looked at his father, suspicious of the lame efforts to be nice to him. "What, no beating because I didn't clean my room. Is this your newest method of torture?". Luscious' smile tightened. "Will you leave us alone for a moment dear" he said turning around to his wife. Narcissa's eyes betrayed her fear but she left without a word. Luscious closed the door and slowly turned to his son. He looked at the boy's face which had suddenly become pale. He is a pathetic excuse of a son, much less a Malfoy- he thought. He sat down next to Draco and grabbed his collar. Draco had been unsuccessfully squirming away from him. " Now you listen to me boy" Luscious whispered holding the boy's silver-green eyes with his black. " You will behave yourself. Do not forget this is my house. Or I will punish you. We have business to attend to over there. However" Luscious paused, letting go off Draco's collar. Draco ran towards the door and tried to open it. It was locked. He went to the farthest corner of the room. His face had gone white and his eyes were wide in fear. No, please God no, he prayed in his head. But it was of no use. Luscious dragged the boy to the bed. "How about a little love m'boy. It has been a week since you've been here. Yet I had no time, due to the Dark Lord's work ." Without warning, Luscious slammed his mouth against Draco's. Draco tried desperately to break himself free, but Luscious pressed his weight on him. Draco found himself being pushed down on the bed, while Luscious' hands undid his pants. Luscious stood up and undressed. " Take off your shirt, Draco" Draco whimpered, violently shaking his head." We can either do this the easier way or the hard. Choose". Draco sat up and took-off his shirt." My, my you have grown since I last saw you." Luscious' eyes gleamed with desire. Luscious kissed Draco's bare chest right down to his navel. He came up and bit down on his shoulder. Draco let out a scream. Luscious ignored him and slid between Draco's legs. He licked and sucked until he grew bored. "Come boy" he beckoned Draco between his legs. Draco balled up his hands tightly into fists and lowered his mouth. He sucked and sucked until Luscious yelled "That's right boy, I'm coming". Luscious came with a loud satisfied groan. Draco started to move his mouth away, but Luscious hands grabbed his face and kept it in place. " Drink it, Draco at least to your health" came Luscious' menacing voice. After sometime he pushed Draco away and cleaned up. He dressed up and opened the door. "Remember Draco, behave" and he left the room slamming the door shut.
Hermione was getting ready to go to The Burrow. She and Harry had been invited to go to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys. She glanced at the wall clock hanging in her room; it was nearly 11'o clock. She hitched her backpack on one shoulder and went downstairs. She went to the living room; her mom was staying home until she gets a word that Hermione had reached safely. "Mom, I'm leaving". "Be sure to send me an owl that you have reached. Don't forget." "Yes mom I will". Hermione hugged her mom and stepped out into a sunny day. She started walking towards the park. She found a bench under a tree and sat down. A couple of minutes later, the Knight Bus appeared with a loud bang. "Wel-" "Yes yes I know" Hermione interrupted him. She boarded the bus and was off with another loud bang.
She reached the Burrow quite early in the morning on the day of the final match. Molly greeted her with a warm hug. Fred and George were amusing themselves with a garden gnome. "Ron and Harry are still sleeping. You'll get late" Molly said, frowning. Hermione shook her head in resignation. She climbed up the stairs and shook them awake. At lat everyone had got ready and they left the Burrow. They met up with Cedric Diggory and his father and reached the stadium through a portkey.