Title: Everything I've Ever Known

By: Avil

Rating: R, for language, bloody scenes, and other content

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated in the books or movies. All the characters, creatures, and landscapes belong to J. K. Rowling.

Summary: All Draco has ever known is hatred and pain, but what if his secret crush has a crush on him? What if they had the courage to act on it? What if is a marvelous question, one that's about to be answered. RW/DM + SF/BZ

Enjoy! And with the show!

Everything I've Ever Known

Chapter Three

Dreams are Reality

Dream Sequence

Running is something I find that among all of my talents, is the one thing that constantly fails me. I'm running through the Manor. The Manor that is supposed to be my home, a refuge, a safe haven, but it's not. I'm running for my life, or what little I have left of it. I jump the steps 2, 3 at a time. I run down the hallway that I wish lead to my room where I can find safety. I look back; there he is running after me. Knife and whip in hand, his wand hangs out his pocket. I know that I've done it now, that in his mind I deserve what's coming to me.

"You stop this instant or I swear you'll regret it!" He screams at the top of his lungs, the man sounds horse, as if he's been screaming for ages. His voice seemed as if he was losing it, but it was still there, imprinting things into my mind that would never leave.

I run into the parlor, I know he wouldn't proceed with what he has planned for me, not here. My mother would have his head if he got blood all over the carpet. The one place he wouldn't dare do anything in is the one place where I am trapped. This room has only one exit and that just so happens to be the entrance as well. The windows that would seem like a great way to escape are far too high to reach, no way out, no escape. I stand in the middle of the parlor, praying that he will try to circle around the room, spitting out his tormenting words, letting me escape. He steps into view, coming around the doorway. He has only brought his knife, whip, and wand. I suppose I should be happy for that. He could have brought a lot more. His other choice of weapons like the scaffolds, ropes, chains, and cigar cutter. Torture is his only skill, and unfortunately I have always been his prey, his subject.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? My little dragon is trapped and has nowhere to go." He starts circling around the room, moving to his left making me do the same. Thank Merlin he's a dumb fuck.

"I'm not your Dragon! You sadistic fuck." I can't control my temper, which is something I always had control over. What the hell is wrong with me? Easy Draco, you're almost near the door. Just a little bit more… there. I turn and start to run but something wraps itself around my ankle. Shit. He throws his whip around my ankle and I fall to the floor. Before I can pick myself up he's on top of me, grabbing my arms. Holding my arms behind my back he leans down and breaths hard into my ear.

"You were always, are always, and will always be mine." He says as he pulls out his wand, binding my harms to the floor around me. He pulls down my pants and rips them off me, locks the door and silences the room. He leans back on me, licking right under my ear. "Let the fun begin." He says as he laughs that loud and maniacal laugh he does whenever he thinks he's won.

He takes the knife and slices the shirt and robe off my back, exposing it, allowing me to feel the breeze of the vents on my scars, on my cuts made not too long ago by this very man.

"Are you sure you don't want to apologize for what you have done to Mr. Fenbe, and take a lighter punishment, Draco?" He says, as if he cares. The only thing that would be lighter about it would be the one or two less cuts that would slice at my soul, hoping to cut deep enough to make my soul bleed. No matter how he would try, he would never get my soul, my heart. What would be the point to apologize?

"Fuck you." I say it as if I have courage, bravery, dignity, and a little bit of sanity, I know I have none of that.

Tisk, tisk, tisk, is that any way to talk to your father?" He asked, mocking me, as if he hasn't stripped me of everything else.

"You are no father of mine." I replied, giving in to this insanity that has been beckoning me for years. "You may be the one whom delivered the seed, but you couldn't possibly know what the word father means. You may be my blood, but it only runs so deep. The slices you make against my skin, the same shade of yours, shed the same blood as yours. In essence you only kill yourself with every cut you make against my skin."

"How very poetic my son, my dragon." He slices me again along the side of my ribs. "But you see I am a father in every sense of the word. I delivered the seed that created suck a beautiful specimen such as yourself. My blood flows within you, and it's the blood I taste upon my lips," He says as he leans down and kisses one of my cuts, I feel as if I'm going to hurl. "I gave you breath and as the one who gave you all that is before you I have every right to take what is mine. You are MY seed. You are MY blood. MY Dragon."

"I will never be yours. I will never be your dragon." I spat, hoping that he will finally obtain some sanity and stop what he puts me through.

"But don't you see Dragon, you are always mine. You will always be mine first. I was the first to feel how delicious it is to be inside you. I was the first to see how beautiful it is when your blood trickles down your body. This," He pushes into me, without warning, as always, but this time I do not scream out in pain. "This will always be mine." He assaults insides as he streaked something as cold as ice but as hot as fire along my back. I feel the fiery liquid fall along my sides, the crimson fire. He bends over and licks my ear as I cringe. "Scream for me, MY Dragon. Scream louder than you ever have before." He says, my words are unheard to his psychotic ears.

"No… Never." I say, keeping my voice low.

"Scream for me! Bleed for me!" Finally, after all the words I have spat to him, he starts to get upset.

"No. Never for you! NEVER!"

End Sequence

"NEVER!!!!" I scream into this insane reality. For some reason I am laying on my back not on my stomach. Whatever spell he is using on me has caused me to be blind. I don't see my surroundings, it is dark and all I see is red. There are more people this time, one holding each limb of my body down. I thrash against them, I don't want them to take me again today, not today. It all started off so well with the red head of my dreams. One of my arms loosen as I thrash against the perpetrator, instead of breaking free with no harm I knock myself in the face. They pull my arm back and I feel it crack. That's the 13th time my arm has cracked by the hands of another, and I know it won't be the last.

"Draco!" I hear a voice call out to me, until now I heard nothing, nothing but his laughs and his moans. I hear the voice that beckons me home, to the home I love.

Seamus and Blaise

The two boys, after regaining their composure, went out to find Harry and hopefully explain to him what he saw. To tell him that Seamus was, in fact, gay and he wanted to be with Blaise, no matter what his house was.

"Maybe he's at the Hospital Wing, you know for trauma or something." Blaise said, as he started to veer towards the wing.

"Don't even joke about this. This isn't funny." Seamus gently shoved Blaise away from him with a smile.

"Well I think that the look on his face was pretty funn-" He never got to finish that sentence.

"NEVER!!!" Blaise jumped into action, bolting towards the Hospital Wing, leaving Seamus cluelessly behind.

"DRACO!" He yelled as he ran faster and faster to the source of the screams. He pushed the doors open to the Hospital Wing. "Draco." He said as he ran up to the four that he saw holding his best friend down. Once he got to them he shoved them off of Draco, whose eyes were still closed, thrashing all about. He didn't notice Seamus race into the room or the four other occupants stare at him in disbelief as he grabbed Draco's face and turned it towards him.

"Draco! Draco, look at me." Blaise said, keeping firm hands on Draco's face so he could not turn away. Draco finally opened his eyes, but continued to be restless. "Concentrate Draco, it was only a dream." Draco's eyes seemed dark and murderous. "No one here will hurt you, I promise. It's me Blaise, you know you can trust me." Draco's eyes stared intently at Blaise's. He began to visibly shake at the words that were being spoken to him. His eyes started to calm and his face began to soften. His eyes welded with tears as he stared at Blaise. "It's ok Draco, its ok." Blaise hugged Draco as the almost broken boy began to sob into Blaise's shirt. "He's not here Draco, he can't hurt you anymore. Don't worry. Shh shh shh. It's ok." Draco was gasping for air as his sobs began to become violent. "It's ok, it's ok. Blaise and Severus are here to protect you Draco. It's ok, he can't get you here." Blaise smoothened Draco's hair. "Don't worry Draco. You're safe. You're safe."

I have never been safe. Not in my dreams, or in my reality.