Disclaimor: Got my self a nice set of bills to pay, but I still own nothing :P

Warnings: See 1st Chapter!!

Chapter 7

Draco's Dream Land

"Lucius, stop! Please, don't do this, not when Draco is awake!" Five year old Draco sits in his playroom of Malfoy Manor listening to his mother and father arguing down in his father's study.

"Quit disobeying me, women! I am the one in control of you, you stupid slut! Who the fuck do you think you are sleeping with Severus behind my bloody back?!" SMACK "If… SMACK I… SMACK EVER… PUNCH SEE YOU… KICK TALKING… KICK TO ANOTHER… BANGING AGAINST WALL MAN AGAIN… THROWING ONTO FLOOR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! Is that understood?!"

Draco didn't hear anything after that. He went up to his room and cried on his bed. This is how Lucius and Narcissa found him half an hour later. When he looked up at his mommy he cried even harder. She was covered in bruises from her usually pretty face to her alabaster legs. Quickly, Narcissa rushed over to Draco, explaining to him she deserved it.

"Baby, don't cry… Mommy deserves what daddy did to her… Mommy did something awful honey… Don't be mad at daddy… We love you so much sweetie…"

Draco never really believed her. He was only five, but he was far smarter than regular kids his age.

Draco came home from his first year at Hogwarts to find his father beating his mother and screaming at her to 'quit her useless whimpering.' Draco hurried and ran to them trying to get his father off his mother. It's useless though, when he felt Lucius' hand turn around and smack him, sending him sprawling to the floor.

"What do you think you are doing, Draco dearest?" Draco could hint the small stench of alcohol on his father's breath. He's crawling backwards but his father grabs him by his slicked but hair and makes him stay put.

Draco sees his father remove his cane from his pocket. He looks up in fear.

"You will learn, son, not to interfere in my business again."

After the first dozen strikes to his back and legs, Draco floats out of consciousness.

"Mum, you have to get away from him! He's a psycho path! Can't you see that?" 16 year old Draco exclaims.

"I love your father, Draco. I couldn't leave him if I tried. He's my other half. Besides even if I did try, you know he'd have me killed!" After a morning of being beat by Lucius' steel toe boot, she finds Draco for comfort.

"This is the kind of life you want, Mother?! You've put up with this for far too long, I'm sick of it! He's going to kill you if you stay! When you leave you can have an Auror around or something. You have the money, use it!"

"All the money I have is locked up in Gringotts, your father took my key. I have nothing without that man!"

Draco's dream slowly fades into one of his father waking him up in the middle of the night.

"Have you been trying to convince your mother to leave me?!"

Draco could smell the stale stench of Fire Whiskey on his father's breath.

"So what if I have?" Draco's words were much stronger then how he felt. "All you ever do is beat her until she's black and blue! That's not what love is, Father." Draco spat the last word out like it was poison in his body.

"Oh no, I'll show you exactly what love is my darling little son. Petrificus Totalus" He ripped off Draco's boxers while Draco was as still as stone. Inside all Draco was thinking was please no, Gods please don't make him do this. When his father entered him pain seared up his spine.

"Oh but this is no fun. I want to hear your pretty little voice begging me to pound into your tight heat, darling. Finite Incantatum. You scream once, don't think I'll hesitate you Avada Kadavra you. Now do as I say and beg me for pleasure."

Needless to say Draco did exactly as his father told of him that night, and every other night after that for the rest of the summer.

Draco enters a room. He seems to be in somebody's pensieve. He's in a room with a large four-poster bed. The curtains are drawn shut but he hears something. Slowly he makes his way to the edge of the bed.

"Puh-puh-lease don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it'll never happen again I swear. I love you I'm sorry."

That voice. It sounds so familiar. Why do I know that voice?

"Like I haven't heard that crock of lies before you fucking WHORE!!" Draco hears a large smack and can image the victim stumbling to the headboard trying to get away.

"I didn't do anything baby, I promise!! I was just trying to help him out! He needed my help. You're the only one I think about please be-believe me…"

Is that… is that my Harry? My precious Harry. Who the fuck is hurting him?! I'll kill the bastard! With this said he opens the curtain to reveal a shattered man huddled into a small ball eyes full of fear. He sees a shadowy figure to his right and he listens eyes still on the love of his life.

"Like I would believe filth like you! Come here." When Harry hesitates the shadow screams "NOW!" Staggering out of his ball he creeps to the shadow man. When Draco sees his face he gasps out of shock. He's looking at himself full of anger fists balled up ready to punch. Draco sees his angry self grabbing onto Harry's hair and tugging until he almost has pull out a chunk of Harry's hair…

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Draco wakes up screaming. Thrashing around trying to get the hands that are holding him down off of him.

"Harry, I need to see Harry. Please!!" It's then that he realizes its Ron's arms holding him down with Hermione standing behind him with a calming drought in her hands.

"Mate, you still have a week left. You can't go see Harry yet. You'll see him soon enough. Here take this, it'll make you feel better."

Slowly Draco choked down the vile tasting potion and continued sobbing "I need my Harry" until he was once again out of conciseness, this time- dream free.

AN: Bit longer then the last one, eh? Tell me what ya think!! I Love Reviews People, Just Like Everyone Else :D