Drowning in Spite

Summery: The summer of fifth year—the days of developing, growing and adventure of the teenage experience. But what happens when your innocence is abruptly taken from you? With no heart, no conscious and absolutely no one to hear your cries—what are you to do? Draco Malfoy finds out the hard way, after being introduced to the most secretive Malfoy tradition ever known. And the only person there to hold his bleeding heart is the last person he could ever want to see. Come; read this story as all the characters go through riveting experiences concerning the coming of age, sexual preference/exploration and the meaning of life.

Disclaimer: Sorry, but I don't own any of the characters.

Warning: This is a very Dark fic. Please DO NOT READ if you are offended by ANY of this.

A/N: Okay, with HBP put aside, I will continue to write the way I'm writing it, but trying to put a little bit more personality in the characters. I surely skimmed through the Harry Potter book, irritated. I was very displeased with JK's outcome, but at the same time, amused at the balls she's carrying. For her to take such a huge step in writing out the events that happened…oi, she has balls!

A/N Again: Now it's time for some real writing. The first chapter is always the most difficult, and I love writing! But it's not the deal, you know the writing, it's actually the content. I was wondering if I would be capable of writing such a story. The whole idea of coming-of-age and sexual exploration comes directly from my own knowledge of teenage experiences. Now that my end of high school is nearing, I want to take a step back and view Our Little World. Wow! One whole year! It's not all about education anymore. There, underneath that layer of fakeness, the temptation of "sex, drugs and Rock n Roll" actually EXISTS. Scary, how come they don't teach us this information at my school?

The innocent gets hurt because Mommy doesn't pay attention or care, feelings get broken in half because we don't read the fine print and Minds are stolen when we inhale too much.

Yes, the story of my life.

End of my rant, sorry…

Enjoy the chapter! And thanks for all the lovely reviews, you guys are AWESOME!

A/N Again: But who has finished the Harry Potter book? I finished today, but not after rereading my favorite crime/mystery, "Gone, But Not Forgotten." I finished the both books just ten minutes ago, and now I'm ready to add on another chapter. Anyways, lately, I've been feeling lonely. Someone send me an email, let's strike up a conversation.

Email- (:

Oh, and another thing: if I have some grammar mistakes in here, sorry some of them are my fault, and some are Microsoft Word's fault. It automatically changes things when I type, and when I change it back, that annoying green line shows up and I loose my sanity. So sorry again, I know that grammar/spelling mistakes are annoying and make me look stupid, but I assure you, I had the best English/writing Teachers in the World.

I just didn't pay any attention in class :-p

Warning: There's some slash in this chapter, so if you don't want to read it, please click back. Don't read this if you're uncomfortable. I'm not forcing you.

I love you all.

I love you all.

I love you all!

Prepare to have this story take one turn that'll leave you saying….

"Bloody hell…"

A very long CHAPTER! YAY! A lot goes on in here, so please, read carefully. A lot of drama…oi! Review please, your opinions count!

Read & Review. Thank you!

Chapter One: Fatherly Love

The stillness is jolting, Draco thought, peering from underneath his bed covers at a ray of sunlight shining from his window. Draco tried to clear his head of any psychological pain that irked him. His main goal right now was to get up successfully without screaming.

He tried to push all images and feelings from last night out of his head, but the throbbing pain in his rectum was all but a reminder. He bit his lip when he used his hands to slide him to the side of the bed. Feeling his feet dangle over the side of the bed, he made one last attempt to push and he was swung stunningly to his feet. He could taste the blood in his mouth.

Draco stood there, naked, bathing in the sunlight as he admired the feel of his warm blood trickling down his chin.

That's going to need repairing, said a tiny voice in the back of his head. He was overwhelmed by a very guilty feeling.

Deep down inside his bones, he relished for that feeling of 'warmth', in other words, protection. He wanted an arm to be draped around his shoulders as he released a loud sob. His mother was far from him, and the only protection his Father had used was dubbed, "unmentionables". Draco cringed at the thought.

He slowly made his way to his bathroom, entering the empty porcelain tub. His backside slid down the cold glass like material. He sighed as he wiped blood away from his chin. Lazily, he lifted his hand and turned on his favorite tab. Clear bubbles filled the tub, engulfing him in the warmth he yearned for. His body relaxed, and the pain subsided.

Draco took into the considerations of the events that had just interrupted his life. His Father had raped him, and had promised more events like that to come. He sobbed, trying to choke back the fearful feelings that were furling in his stomach. He allowed for himself to cry, hunched over in the tub, his long legs brought up to his chest as he rocked himself in the water.

How is this love? Draco asked angrily to himself. How is this anything natural? Draco opened his mouth to release an anguished scream.

You didn't struggle though. You're stronger than Lucius, yet, you didn't struggle. Five years of Qudditch training gone down the drain? Draco cringed inwardly at the reflection.

He sat in the tub until the water grew cold. He felt sick to his stomach. Although he was in water, he felt like tiny particles were attaching themselves to his skin, creating a second layer of skin—filthy skin. Draco raked his nails against his skin, only to feel his nails break the layer, causing tiny rivers of blood to appear. He scrapped at his upper arms, and moved to his thighs, scrapping. In his head, he knew what he was doing was delusional, but the determination to become clean was spellbinding. He leaned against the tub, his back sore from being hunched over for such a long time. Draco sniffed up snot as he scrubbed away his damages, unsatisfied by his lame attempt to become clean.

What am I going to do? Draco asked himself as he stood from the tub. He shivered as he reached for a towel to wrap himself up in. He reentered his room and dried off. He slipped into simple dark blue pants and a t-shirt. He sat on the edge of his bed uncomfortably, shame filling his chest once more. He knew that the moment he left the room, the house elf would be in, removing all traces of last night from his sheets.

Nothing happened last night, think about it like that, Draco tried convincing himself, but the images that flickered when he blinked behind his eyelids spoke differently. Draco stood, throwing his towel onto his bed. He opened his door and left his room, walking barefoot down the hall, avoiding his parent's room as he headed for the kitchens.

He sat in the far corner. After waiting for awhile, he saw that none of the house elves that occupied the house was going to serve him. He stood up and headed towards a large fridge that sat up against one of the walls. Draco walked towards it, opening it up with difficulty.

There, were mounds of food—of all sorts. He saw sliced lunch meat of all varieties, chocolate from all over the world, cereal of different brands, milk, and cheese…oh, the ice cream! He hadn't had that since he was a child.

Draco closed the door.

Suddenly, he didn't feel so hungry.

He left the kitchen, walking into his mother's favorite room. She had silver colored carpet, and dark green furniture that his mother had bought in Italy when passing through with his Father and him a couple of summers back. It wasn't his most favorite room in the house for him. In his opinion, his mother had gone overboard with silver carpet and leather couches. He thought of it as tacky…but never would he voice that thought. He slipped onto one of the untouched and extremely cool couches. He rested his head on the back of the couch, enjoying the prickling sensation occurring on the back of his neck. Draco yawned, blinking his eyes several times before sprawling himself out on the couch, wanting nothing more then to crash out on there and forget about his Father and the fact that he wasn't a virgin anymore…

Was not a virgin any more.

Draco sat up abruptly. He hadn't thought about it that way. He had never had sex with a girl before, he wasn't really known for being romantic, but girls did usually compliment him on his good looks, but never had he touched them sexually…a few obscured kisses but nothing more. He felt sickened by his reputation of being a sex maniac when he's never even put his—his—thing in a girl.

Well, he didn't want to think about it.

But he had to! His Father had taken away his opportunity to enjoy his first time, to experiment and enjoy the experience. He shook angrily. He'd never be able to touch a girl now. Surely she would know that he had been scarred so humiliatingly? He sighed, and covered his mouth with his hand.

Does this make me a faggot? Draco asked. He gripped his hair, pulling his head down between his knees; I'm not a faggot…am I?

Draco lifted his head up. He remembered how sly and flirty Pansy had been when admitting her secret sex life on the train. He tried to imagine Pansy kissing a girl. He knew she was never very fond of him. She would try it in public, just to put on a fake mask and cause distraction from her true self. Draco rolled his eyes, his mouth sagging open slightly in annoyance, thinking about how foolish she was being in all of her effort.

Yet, he didn't understand! He had made his father happy, that's a great honor. He had passed the bar, made it into his Father's Will and bed in quick timing. His Father said that's all he had wanted from his Son. That's all he needed to be proud of him. But was it wrong? Is what his father did wrong?

Draco wanted an answer badly. He knew that deep down inside, he wanted to scream, "It's HORRIBLE!" scream almost as loud as he had with his father the previous night. His throat was caked in raw flesh and dried blood, screaming, until his voice grew hoarse and his tears ran dry.

"A Malfoy doesn't cry," his father had said, grabbing Draco from the back of his head, fingers entwined with his silver locks of hair. He pulled back roughly until Draco's Adams Apple bobbed out so bad it looked like it would piece the tender skin that covered it.

Draco shuddered inwardly. He stood from the seat, shocking himself at how fast his fear sent him to a wobbling standing position. He didn't want to end up falling apart like he did before. He could possibly run away? And never come back? His father could keep his fortune and his disgusting faith in tradition. He left his mother's room, quickly walking back to his room to gather all his Hogwarts stuff, a bag of money, and some clothes, shoes, and underwear. He dumped them all in his trunk, and grabbed his wand.

How am I going to do this? Draco asked. He knew he would wake his parents if he was dragging his trunk, and if he performed a simple shrinking charm on the trunk, the ministry would know he used magic. He had to escape from his Father, without his mother knowing or she would try to convince to stay. His stomach lurched. She knew this was going to happen to him, yet, she didn't try to help him. She merely wept and stepped aside for his Father to steal his life. Draco swallowed rising bile and waved his wand over his trunk, shrinking it. He waited for something to happen, an alarm of some sort, but none came. He picked up his trunk, the size of a box that you would hold a piece of jewelry in, and placed it in his pocket. He took his wand and also slipped it in his pocket. Grabbing a traveling cloak, Draco left his remade room, the house elves placing clean sheets on his bed.

Draco swiftly made his way back to the kitchen, opening up one of the many pantries in there and took out his broom.

Where would I go? Draco thought. He didn't have a place to run to, and the Zabini's would definitely tell his Father about his whereabouts. Draco didn't care. As long as he flew away from this manor, he'd be fine.

Draco opened the entrance leading to the Garden. He mounted his broom, hoping his parents weren't awake, and took off.

THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE:

A MISSING PERSON ALERT!

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SIXTEEN YEAR OLD MALE, SILVER EYES,

PLATINUM BLONDE HAIR

SURNAME: DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY

HEIGHT ESTIMATION: 5 FEET, ELEVEN INCHES

WENT MISSING THREE DAYS AGO

AWARD SET TO: 500,000 GALLEONS

IF FOUND ALIVE!

PEOPLE OF DIAGON ALLEY, PLEASE

KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THIS YOUNG MAN!

THIS IS A TRAGEDY TO OUR COMMUNITY.

LET US UNITE

AND COME TOGETHER TO FIND DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY.

Hermione giggled as Blaise touched her hair, pulling at the yellow ribbon that laced through her thick amber colored hair. They weren't in a relationship, at least not yet, but they loved each others company, and Ron finding out about their flirtatious letters to one another during the duration of their fifth year angered him to his boiling point. Both Ron and she had made up, but not without some swearing, rude gestures and some intense tears.

Hermione had stayed cool and calm during Ron's swearing, rude gestures and intense tears, like always.

Hermione and Blaise were walking around in Diagon Alley, she watched him out of the corner of her eyes, smiling down at her from time to time. She wanted badly to touch his lips and kiss them passionately, but it was her deepest secret, she would never act upon it. A long piece of parchment caught Hermione's eye on the window of Flourish and Blotts. She stopped to turn to read it—Blaise sighed (he knew that Hermione was obsessed with ads)— thinking it was an announcement for one of the new books Flourish and Blotts would be opening to the public; however, it was a missing persons ad. She gasped and nudged Blaise is the side for him to read it. Immediately Blaise's mouth dropped.

"Bloody hell!" Blaise shouted, looking at the parchment. A picture of Draco's arrogant face sneered down at Hermione and glowered at Blaise. "He's missing!"

Hermione reread the piece of parchment again. She watched as Blaise angrily mouthed the words missing, over and over again.

"Where could he have gone?" Hermione asked, not really interested in what happened to Malfoy. She searched Blaise's shocked face with concern.

"I—I—don't know. He—he—could have came to my place—mum wouldn't have cared, Phil is dead anyways." Hermione nodded her head. This would be her seventh husband now, Hermione thought amusingly.

"He'll be okay Blaise," Hermione said uncomfortably, patting Blaise on the shoulder, "I'm pretty sure he'll be all right Blaise!"

"But Draco's never done something this bizarre…how foolish of him! He's going to have the whole wizarding world looking for his selfish ass when he could just easily go home!" Blaise hissed, pushing Hermione's reassuring hand from off his shoulder. He took off without her, walking away from the parchment.

"Blaise! Wait!" Hermione yelled behind him. He turned to face her, his face filled with anger. It quickly fell when he saw Hermione lift her chocolate colored eyes to his, and he threw his arms around her.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I'm not mad at you…it's just, I can't believe he's missing! Draco of all idiots…" Blaise kissed the top of Hermione's head, "His prejudice…" Blaise kissed her forehead, "won't ever get…" Blaise kissed the tip of her nose and she closed her eyes, "in the way." He finally captured her lips, making Hermione lean against his chest; both her arms were pressed against his chest. She slid them up to wrap around his neck, bringing him down, his jet black hair tickled her cheek as she kissed him harder. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed, growling against he lips, he lifted her, never breaking the kiss and twirled her. She opened her eyes to see that his were still closed, and she moved her lips from his, just enough to release a soaring laugh…

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Two Months later…
"Get up you rotten bum! Get up and tend to those people, they're waiting for service!" yelled a tall dirty blonde boy. His hair came down to the base of his neck and was extremely shaggy. His cheekbones high, and his arrogant face set in place, he pulled back one of his nicely polished steel-toed shoes and kicked Draco, hard, in the stomach.

Draco awoke immediately, screaming in pain and he, shaking, got on all four and wrapped his right arm around his stomach. On the spot he threw up what had been last night's dinner.

"GET UP! There's a man outside who's been waiting for a job, and he ain't payin' if he doesn't get a blonde to get him off!"

"I'm getting up Jonathan, Merlin, I just threw up…" Draco whined. He stood on his feet, grabbing his tiny trunk and dusting dirt that collected on his skin from the dirty mattress he had crashed out on. He held his stomach, the throbbing sensation increasing.

Jonathan's crystal blue eyes twinkled as he devoured Draco's tired form. Draco raked his eyes up and down Jon, taking in his tight jeans and black "Weird Sisters" band t-shirt.

"Who'd you fuck today?" Draco asked coolly. His temper rose, feeling jealous of Jon's mischievous smile.

"Just the most popular wizard in the world!" Jon giggled, moving to sit on the mattress Draco had just gotten off of.

Draco had been away from home for about two month now. He had a small calendar with him, and he saw that it was nearing the end of August. His heart fell. School would be starting up in less than three weeks. He missed his mother, and at times, his Father. Yes, the person that took away his innocence. He missed his bed, his room, and his mother's garden. He had been wandering the streets of Knockturn Alley when he ran into Jonathan Corbett, a young male run away. Draco had learned quickly how to survive with Jon's help. They moved from alley to alley, trying to find a place to lay their heads when night fell. No one bothered the two.

Not until one day, when a man by the name of Lucas Synthborn came into their lives.

He was older than the two, maybe around his mid twenties, and he was known for having excellent taste in people…

Mostly young boys

However, he gave Jon and Draco a place to sleep, and a never ending business of men of all different shapes and sizes to keep them busy. Draco, at first was horrified at the deal he had blindly made with Lucas. He would have to have sex with men? Probably older than his father!

The sickening thing was, was that Jon had eagerly said yes, bringing Draco down to earth with how serious living on the streets could turn. He'll never forget the sickening sound of the first customer. The loud breathing, the smell of dirty sweat and the painful grips that left him numb for days…

Jon stood by his side, but he would sometimes become strict with Draco around Lucas. He wasn't trying to be a show off, no. It's just, if Draco slacks off, then Draco would get severely punished, the majority of time he would be beaten by Lucas until he could hardly move. So Jon, wanting to keep Draco in line and away from the abuse, kept him moving, and took the blame if Draco did something stupid. Draco would feel horrible when he saw Jon return to their mattress, a busted lip and shiner on his flawless face because of him.

He remembered that shortly after meeting Jon and learning about his life, how much he missed his own.

Flashback
It was raining again, hard this top. The drops of water hit Draco's face, making him wake abruptly. He felt something heavy leaning against his stomach. As he lifted up, Jon had curled up on his side and was using Draco's flat stomach as a pillow.

"Jon, get the bloody fuck off me!" Draco yelled, pushing Jon's head from off of his stomach. Jon awoke, screaming aloud. He gasped for air. He sat up on his butt and looked away wildly. "Don't try any faggot stuff with me Jon! I'll hex you!" Draco threatened, also sitting up. He scowled at the young boy.

Draco realized that Jon had his hands covering his face. He was crying in his hands. Lightening flashed above them. Draco and Jon had resided in a forest somewhere outside of Hogsmeade. They had traveled far for the first two weeks of Draco's runaway escapade. They set up camp in a small cave within the forest. Draco shivered against the night's air. It was pitch black outside, except for the lightening.

"Why are you crying Jon?" Draco asked, scooting a little bit closer to him. Jon lifted his face, and another flash of light lit up Jon's youthful and boyish face.

"I was thinking about my Mum. I miss her terribly, no matter what she did to me." Jon cried harder.

Draco felt the bottom of his stomach fall; he wanted to know more though. So he pressed him, "What happened?"

Draco could hear Jon sniffling. "Mum allowed for me to be beaten up by her boyfriend, bloody muggle! Mum's a muggle-born witch…I love her…but she allowed for him to hurt me…" Jon cried. Draco stiffened up. He didn't think about him being a half breed, nor did he even question it. He had befriended a half breed without knowing it.

He also realized that he very much liked Jon, he basically saved his life.

We're in the same bloody boat. Draco thought. I'm no better than him. Draco hated himself. His concrete wall of prejudice shattered and he wrapped his arms around Jon's shaking form.

"I went to Hogwarts, you know? I dropped out of Hogwarts last year. I was going to be a seventh year this upcoming year. Mum thought it was best for me to stay home year-round and protect her from her boyfriend. He had turned sour, started beating on her recently. He's been beating on me since I was eight, started molesting me when I was ten, didn't get what he fully wanted until I was fourteen. Then after that? It was like eating food with him. I was his daily snack. A couple of beating sessions in the morning, a few groping and forced kissing at lunch, and dinner, when mum was knocked out from drinking? It would be me and him, only." Jon had rested his head on Draco's shoulder, shaking. He gasped for breath as he wept for his mother…and most of all, for himself.

"My Father…he…" Draco couldn't say it. He couldn't bring himself to fully telling Jon what had now looked like nothing of hardship compared to Jon's. But they were both battered souls, trying to hold on to each other from falling into a pit of darkness. "He raped me." Draco finished. Jon looked up at him for a little and stared at him, his large crystal eyes shining with tears. "I didn't know what to do. He promised me he'd do it again, and I freaked out. I had to leave before he could—he could—hurt me again."

Jon took a shaking hand and grabbed Draco's, squeezing it. Draco felt something warm explode in his stomach by the mere touch of him. Draco lifted his eyes from their clasped hands to Jon's face. Draco drew close to Jon's face. He needed to know. He needed to know where he was. His confusion had overwhelmed him long enough. He needed to know if he was…if he was…

Jon caught Draco's mouth, kissing Draco hungrily. Draco was now on his back, Jon on top of him. His lips had now made its way to Draco's neck. Draco thrust his fingers lazily into Jon's hair. He moaned loudly, his member was being suffocated by his pair of jeans. Draco whimpered as Jon placed his lips back onto Draco's mouth. Draco opened his mouth and their tongues danced around, feeling, licking and exploring one another captivities. Draco clumsily slipped his hands under Jon's shirt, pulling it over his head. Jon wiggled a hand free to grasp Draco by his member, making him gasp. Draco closed his eyes and admired how Jon was stroking him. Draco had all sorts of strangled noises coming from his throat. Draco's head was now snapped back, lifted towards the caves ceiling. Jon was now unbuttoning Draco's jeans and Draco eagerly waited for him. He placed one tiny cold hand on Draco and stroked his bare flesh. It sent a burning sensation through Draco, making him cry out in shock. Jon looked surprised as well. He wrapped his hand around Draco, squeezing him a little, and then moving his hand up and down Draco's shaft. He continued the motion until Draco began to tremble. He cried out, one long and shattering cry, making tears form in the corner of his eyes. He glanced at Jon; his hand was covered in Draco's seed. Jon fearfully lifted it to his mouth...

Draco looked away, embarrassed. He covered himself with his hand, finding that difficult, Draco stuffed himself back into his boxers and jeans and began to button up. However, Jon placed his hand on top of his, making him stop. Draco looked questioningly up at Jon. He took Draco hand and kissed it lovingly.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not, I'm merely…I'm merely just…" Draco was lost at words. Instead, he lifted his hand and touched Jon. He responded just as Draco had. Draco was now above Jon, returning the favor, and experience Jon had done for him.

They lay together, underneath one ratty blanket, trying to stay warm in the cool night's air. Jon coughed quietly in his sleep, he rolled over, and so he was facing Draco now. Draco was still awake, thinking about what had just happened. Draco lifted a hand and touched Jon's face tenderly, making him moan in his sleep. Draco smirked.

"We're just two lousy faggots trying to stay alive, huh Jon?" Draco asked, slipping into an easy sleep.

End Flashback
"Oh yeah? What famous wizard?" Draco asked, crossing his arms and smiling at Jon. His arrogant face fell, and it was replaced by his charming smile.

"Only the wicked tells their secrets Draco, and that, I am not," Jon said, sitting up on the mattress and blowing him a kiss. Draco merely dismissed it.

"Now you said I have a customer waiting for me?" Draco asked. Jon jumped.

"Bloody hell! You do, he's up front! C'mon I'll show you to him." He stood and led Draco from out of Lucas's back room. Lucas's business was carried out through his wand shop. It closed to the public at nine, but around midnight, it opened up for his other way of fortune.

Draco entered the store part. Lucas sat on the top counter, grinning ear-to-ear and flirting with Draco's customer.

Lucas was skinnier than Draco; he had what seemed like purple eyes and long golden hair. He was part Veela and loved the affect it had on his customers. Draco had had a go with Lucas once, a while ago when Lucas first wrapped them in his business. He told Draco he preferred his boys with pure blonde hair, why, he would never know…it was a Veela thing. Draco stood next to Lucas, looking like a charity case beside Lucas's hip clothing and a strong air of confidence.

"Oh! Draco! Here you are…you kept Mister…oh, I'm sorry baby, what did you say your name was?" Lucas asked peering at the man.

"It's Mister, just leave my name to that," said the man coldly. He was dressed in his traveling cloak, despite the heat. Draco looked him up and down. He was tall, maybe six feet, and thick, probably a muscular man.

"Alright Draco, go! He's to be back before…oh, let's say," Lucas glanced carelessly at his watch, "Mmm…I want him home by two! Bring him back, okay?" Lucas said. The man turned his back, expecting Draco to follow. Draco turned quickly to face Jon, kissing him briefly on the lips (something they did always before leaving) and followed the man.

Draco was led the man's broom. He told Draco to get on behind him, and Draco did as he was told. He had sold his broom a long time ago so he and Jon could eat. He missed flying. He wrapped his arms around the man's stomach. He flew off, and Draco suddenly didn't know where he was going. He yelled over the man's shoulder.

"Are we getting there?" Draco asked, irritated. The man nodded and went into a dive, making Draco scream out loud. He pulled out of the dive to fly over a small house.

"Jump off," the man ordered. Draco swung his legs over the broom and fell on his butt. The man sound familiar, but Draco didn't press the identity issue.

"So are we going to fuck or what?" Draco asked rudely. The man got off his broom slowly. Draco chewed on his lip, and moved toward the man. Draco tapped on his shoulder.

"Hey? C'mon, I'd really like to—" Draco was punched in his mouth, making him fall backwards. Draco covered his bleeding mouth with his hand. He turned and stood, facing away from the man and took off down the darkened alley. The man followed him, throwing his broom aside and chasing Draco down.

"How long have you been a runaway?" The man asked as he jumped on top of him, pressing his bleeding face into the grimy roadway. The Man fumbled with his zipper, releasing his member, letting it spring out. Draco froze, wondering how the man knew he was a runaway.

"Pull down your pants, and don't you dare fucking move!" The man growled. Draco did as he was told, with difficulty; the man was heavy on top of him. Draco was able to expose his bare rear to the man. He pulled out his wand and pressed the tip into Draco's entrance. He pulled it away and waited, he was muttering to him.

"Hey there…" The man said to Draco, "How old are you now?"

Draco sniffed back tears, his mouth throbbing. He ran his tongue through his teeth and noticed that he didn't have any missing teeth. "I just turned sixteen, sir." The man entered Draco, making him scream aloud in surprise. Draco started crying, he withered underneath the man, trying to escape from him.

"I don't want you to fucking MOVE!" The man yelled, he took his fist and slammed it in the back of Draco's head.

It was the last thing Draco remembered.

When Draco awoke, he was passed out on his mattress, Jon sitting beside him, fully awake. Jon looked like he was about to cry, or had been crying. Draco wanted to move but couldn't, his backside was sore. He made a strangled noise and Jon's alert eyes snapped down to his face.

"Don't move Draco, you lost a lot of blood, and you need to rest."

"What happened to me?" Draco whispered. Jon looked at him again.

"YOUR FATHER happened to you Draco, your fucking, disgusting father happened to you! He was here! Supposedly, the man that was your "customer" collected your father's offerings for finding you and he dumped you here, almost dead, your father will come get you very soon, with the ministry, he told me. But not before injuring me," Jon said angrily. Draco's eyes ran over Jon. He saw that Jon's neck was bruised, probably from Lucius choking him. Draco let out a cry.

"I'm so sorry…" Draco whispered. Jon sighed, and looked at him again.

"It's not your fault Draco! I love you." Jon said quickly, without thinking. He stood abruptly from his seat on the side of the bed. "I—I—I didn't mean—"

"No, no. I love you too Jon. You're the only one…I've ever loved." Draco muttered, rolling onto his back, groaning. Jon carefully sat back down. He got on top of Draco, both legs on either side. Draco grinned up at him and Jon kissed him on his mouth slowly. Draco opened up, allowing for Jon to enter. They kissed lovingly for awhile, and then it got intense. Draco was now gaining some strength. He wrapped his arms around Jon's neck. Draco pushed Jon onto his back, they wrestled on the bed for awhile, and kissing, biting and groping each other until Draco grew tired. He sighed, exhausted and fell out on the bed; Jon kissed him on his cheek and fell out next to him.

"I'm going to miss you Draco…" Jon whispered, looking away. Draco shook his head.

"You're coming with me, no matter what. You're coming with me Jon."

"Your Father would never…"

"--He doesn't have to know—"

"—I love you so much," Jon said, capturing his lips again. The door to the back opened, a cold drift entered, making the two separate. Lucius Malfoy appeared, cloaked and Cain at the ready. He saw his son, dirty and laying on a bed with another boy.

"Step away from him, and I won't kill you…" Lucius said coldly. Draco reached over to grab Jon's hand. They stayed where they were. Lucius pulled out his wand.

"Crucio!"

"NOOO!" Draco screamed, jumping on top of Jon, taking the pain. He screamed, feeling every inch of his skin was on fire.

"PLEASE! STOP! I'LL LEAVE!" Jon cried. Lucius removed his wand from Draco, who fell at Jon's bent knees. Jon was on his knees on the bed, his hands raised as if showing peace. Draco reached out to rub tenderly at Joe's knee.

"Get up Draco!" Lucius ordered. Draco stood weakly to his feet, the pain still affecting him. Draco went to stand next to Lucius. Lucius snapped his finger and a large man entered the room from behind Lucius. The man moved over to Jon.

"Father, PLEASE! Don't…leave him…" Draco whined. Jon scrambled to his feet, running away from the man. Draco tried to run to him but he was knocked to his feet. He heard a piercing scream as the man Jon by the shoulders. He wrapped his large fingers around his delicate neck and squeezed. Draco screamed, crying loudly as the man squeezed harder, making Jon choke, his eyes fluttering.

"FATHER PLEASE!" Draco screamed. He escaped from his Father's clutches, but it was too late.

Jon was being thrown to the floor, and he fell in rubble to the floor. Draco cried out in anger as he held Jon's body to his, crying into Jon's shaggy hair.

He rocked his body back and forth. He wanted to die, his heart had died.

"Why?" Draco asked, over and over. He had dedicated his life, for two months, to a love that was spiraling. He had opened himself up to someone, he could see himself with in the future.

And he was gone.

Draco continued to cry until his boyfriend's murderer pulled him up and away from his fragile body.

"Father…how could you?" Draco asked, tears in his eyes. The big man lifted him, facing his father. Lucius slapped Draco hard across his face. This only made Draco cry harder.

"You better be quite Draco! You've been missing for two months! I see what you've been doing, disgusting…did you think you can get away from our tradition so easily? When you get home…I will have my way with you which ever I please after you clean the grime and blood that's polluted your body." Lucius said in a clipped tone. He turned on his heel and left the room.

Later, when he was once again in his bed and under Lucius, Draco gripped the green sheets.

He was in a lake of water, drowning.

His head went under once…

He couldn't breath, the water filled up his nostrils and he came back up to the surface again.

Lucius was muttering rules that Draco had to follow to be the Malfoy he had to become. Lucius pushed into him rapidly, making him bite through his lip. Draco gripped his sheet more.

His head went under twice…

This time, he swallowed the water, his lungs feeling as if they were about to burst. He came back to the surface again.

Lucius had somehow retrieved a sharp knife and was raking it on Draco's skin, causing him to show rivers of blood.

"A tradition of strength, blood, and power…" Lucius whispered. "My Fatherly love to you my son…"

His head went under a third time.

He couldn't reach the surface.

He's drowning…drowning…

Gone

Thank you for reading. I know, it was a very long chapter! But there is a lot more to this story, and I had to get it moving.

So Draco's only heart was crushed mercilessly by Lucius! The next chapter will be of Draco going back to school. What will happen? You will know soon. Please review. I really want you to tell me what you thought about this chapter. Too much to comprehend? Or just right?

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