Okay this chapter is extremely important. A lot is learned about Decora's backstory. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and I hope she doesn't sue me for forgetting to put a disclaimer on the last chapter.

Warning: Rape. If you don't like it, skip the italics.

I quietly took a sip of my butter beer and looked up to see my father glaring at me. His eyes were red as usually but that day they were particularly intense. His slit like nose was slightly flared and his hands were balled up into fists. As you may have guessed he was very angry. Of course he was always angry but today he was predominantly angry with me. Eventually I realized that he was waiting for her to make the first move.

"What?" I said.

"Have you made your decision?"

"Yes."

"Well? Will you go obediently or shall I have to persuade you?"

"There is nothing you can do at this point that could persuade me to betray my own brother," I said vehemently.

"You'd be surprised child," he said with an evil grin on his face. As quickly as it came it left and he grabbed my arm across the table. He pulled me across the table and slammed me onto the couch. I tried to keep a straight face but truth be told I was very frightened. He had never touched me with hands before. He had always used his wand. I looked up at him and I swore I could see lust in his eyes. It was at that point that I realized what his intention was.

"Please don't," I pleaded. He didn't reply as ropes sprung from his wand and bounded me to the couch. As I tried to escape the ropes he snatched the clothes from my body. I kept trying to escape and soon realized that I was only wearing my underwear. The tears I had refused to cry came tumbling down my face. I looked up to see him undressing himself quickly.

"Please," I begged. "Don't do it." He looked at me for only a second before continuing to undress. He leaned in close to my face and whispered into my ear.

"Too late." He was now down to his black boxers. At first I was frightened, now I was terrified. As he pulled his boxers off my terror escalated to hysteria. He was huge! He must have been six inches long. As his hands reached out to the V between my legs I continued to squirm and cry out. I pleaded and begged and thrashed my legs but he was too strong for me. He pulled my panties from and positioned myself at my entrance "I'll ask you one last time. Will you go without a fight?" I was scared to death and couldn't control my breathing. I can't tell you how much I wanted to say yes but something held me back. I don't know what it was or why I did it but I shook my head no. His evil grin once again appeared on his face. "Okay," he said as he thrusted into me painfully. I threw my head back and screamed bloody murdered. My body could not take him. He was too big. I feared I would split in two. He continued to thrust and I continued to yell for help. I knew no one would help me; the whole house was full of deatheaters. If I were to be helped it would not be by one of them. I felt my leg become soaked and knew that I was bleeding. As he kept thrusting my screams turned into sobs. I soon heard him chuckling. I looked at him through tear stained eyes. He was laughing at me. My display of pain was humor in his eyes. I soon felt him release inside of me and silently thanked god that it was over. He pulled out of me slowly and I felt myself go limp. "Are you done fighting, child?" My breath caught and I looked up at my tormentor. I was again tempted to say yes but again I couldn't. My brother was the only real family I had. I couldn't sell him out.

"Never, you abusive bastard." His eyes flared with anger. He flipped me over and stuck a finger in my arse. I tensed as his finger squirmed inside me. It hurt and I knew if he went all the way I would be bleeding for a week. I tried once again to free myself but his spell was way to strong. His finger left and I braced myself for his manhood. As he thrusted into me, even harder than the first time, I screamed again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I was seeing stars every time he thrusted. I knew he was purposefully trying to hurt me but I could not give in. As he kept pushing himself inside me he pulled at my ponytail and I continued to cry. When his was nearing release (again) he lean down to my face and whispered into my ears.

"It your own fault you know. You could have prevented this. Now…will…you…go!" he said as he released himself inside me. My insides craved and the pain I felt was worst than the cruciatus curse. As he pulled out and my body fell limp again, I said the words I knew I would live to regret.

"Yes," I whispered faintly. "I'll go."

"Good girl," he said as he planted another scar on my back.

Decora's eyes snapped opened and a sharp pain in her back brought her back to reality. Her eyes were blood shot and her body was spasing. She broken out in a cold sweat and she felt a warm, wetness between her legs. She grimaced and pushed herself off of the couch. As she walked to he bathroom, her energy started to dwindle. By the time she got to the bathroom she was practically limping. She shut, lock d the door and sat on the toilet seat. Breath, just breath. Your okay. She peeked into her pants and was disgusted by the smell. Great, now my rape is arousing me. How masochistic am I. Decora had been haunted by many dreams about her father. More than often he was either raping her or beating her. This was the first time he had done both in the same dream. She turned on the faucet and splashed her face with freezing water. As she looked at herself, her entire breakfast came back up her throat. The horrible smell of throw up and arousal disgusted her and prompted another purge. As her windpipe cleared she shivered yet she wasn't cold. She soon realized that she could not sleep smelling the way she did. So she started a bath. As the warm water accumulated she continued to look at herself. Even though I don't look like him, I'm just like him.

No your not said a voice inside her head. Even though it was hard to place she had a pretty good idea of whose mind it was.

Harry, get out of my head!

I'm just trying to help, Dee

I don't need your help. I'm fine

You don't act it and judging by that dream I don't you'll ever be fine Harry thought.

Harry! Can't you even respect your sister's privacy? Dreams are sacred.

You call that sacred! He was fucking you senseless!

I call it secret, now please leave my head.

Fine. Just don't do anything stupid.

Don't tell me what to do. He has no right to judge me she thought. I can do what I like. And at that moment Decora realized her tub was about to overflow. As she turned he faucet off she step into the scorching water foot first. It was not until she was full submerged in the water did she realize she'd forgotten to undress. "Doesn't matter," she whispered to herself. The water was scorching her skin and she felt as if she would melt at any minute. Yet the pain seemed to give her pleasure. Its better causing myself pain than letting others cause it. Decora looked up when she heard a pop and saw Draco in his pajamas sitting on the toilet.

"Are you okay?" She grimaced.

"I'm fine. I just wanna be alone right now."

"I really don't think I should leave. I heard you screaming in the leaving room."

"I was screaming?" Draco nodded. "Was I saying anything or was just screaming?"

"You were screaming that you can't do it anymore and you were screaming that it hurts. What were you dreaming about?"

"My dad," Decora said frowning. "I was dreaming about my 15th birthday and when I lost my virginity." Draco slowly realized what she meant.

"He raped you? Your own father?"

"My own father," Decora repeated.

"Sick bastard," Draco mumbled under his breath.

"No kidding." Decora looked p to see Draco face red with fury. She placed a damp hand on his and smiled weakly. "Its okay, dray."

"I can't believe this. I mean about the beatings and the scares but…rape! Merlin, I can't believe my family used to follow him. He such a…"

"I know." For years Decora had tried to find a word to describe her father. He truly was a dark lord. "Draco Im sorry."

"For what? You haven't done anything…"

"That's not what I meant. I'm sorry for being me…I'm sorry because of him. I'm sorry because of this," she said as she lifted her sleeve to reveal her dark mark. Draco had never seen her this broken. "I'm sorry I'm so dirty. I'm sorry that I love you."

"Your sorry that you love me?" Draco said as he knelt down in front of her. "Decora, you don't need to be sorry for anything. Never be sorry for who you are. Because I love who you are.

"Really?"

"Really."

"I'm sor…"

"Merlin Decora! Stop saying that!"

"I can't, I need to say it."

"Why?"

"Because I am." Decora looked down at her soaked body. It was then she realized why she was really sorry. "I'm sorry I can't give you children." Draco sighed.

"Decora if anyone should be sorry about that, its it really that important to you?" Decora looked at him and nodded. It was the one thing she wanted in this world. Someone to call her mommy.

"I need it. I need life inside me."

"Then I'll give it to you," Draco said reaching into her shirt and undoing her bra.

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