CHAPTER TWELVE: A Rough Past

A/N: I don't own any rights to Harry Potter. Little magic is used and homosexuality, violence, rape and language are used. Don't like it? Don't read it. You've been warned.

When they woke up, they had missed their first two classes of the day but they both found it very much worth it.

"We'll get in a lot of trouble, you know that right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah well…I pay off Madam Pompfrey when I miss class…"

"Really? How so?"

"I watch her pet rat for three weeks if I ask her to tell my teachers I was sick."

"I should try that sometime…"

"Yeah, she'd probably have you do something else though. But you are Harry Potter so she might just do it for you without a payment…lucky."

Back at the common room, Hermione and Ron had been wondering where Harry had been all day long and why he hadn't been in class earlier. Harry pretty much ditched all of his class to walk around Hogsmeade with Draco.

"You are incredibly lucky to have this invisibility cloak. I wish I had one sometimes…"

"Come here," Harry said as he threw the cloak over the two of them and began kissing Draco's neck and moving rapidly to his ear like last time.

"H-Harry…wait…we are out in the open where people can see us…"

"No they can't…we are invisible remember? Hence the invisibility cloak…"

"No…I don't feel comfortable doing it here…" Harry grumbled at this statement and said, "Come on, I know a place where hardly anyone goes to."

"Where?"

"The Shrieking Shack…"

They head off towards their next destination both feeling nervous and anxious. Draco especially felt nervous for the fact of what had happened to him during his second year.

(Flashback)

"What are you doing in here?" Draco asks his father.

"Who?"

"Voldemort…don't worry son, he won't do anything to you that I haven't done with him."

"What do you mean?"

"Draco…every man needs his needs and has his urges in which need to be fulfilled. If you can't perform your duties for Voldemort, how will you perform them for me?" Draco's heart racing at the speed of light and sound, he thought he would fall over having a heart attack and unfortunately Draco didn't have any time to plan ahead and escape or find a way to escape because Voldemort was there already.

"Father…what are you saying?"

"Draco…in order to be accepted as a death eater, each candidate must finalize their commitment, pledge and vow to Voldemort."

"Who's to say I'm committed to him at all, father?"

"What are you saying? You don't want to be a death eater? Why?"

"I need to think about it. I've been telling you that for years now!"

"You are a Malfoy just as myself…so I will do to you what my father did to me and show you how a punishment is made in the circle."

With that, Draco's father pushed him into a corner, ripped off his pants and slapped him across the face for every time he begged his father to stop. Lucius had slammed him into the mirror hanging on the door and it shattered over Draco's soft hair and left minor cuts in his scalp. Draco grabbed one of the shards and sliced his father's left cheek and pushed him to the ground. Lucius grabbed his foot causing his son to trip and fall.

"Help!" he screamed, "Mum, please!" But nobody came to fetch him.

"Oh stop your whining!" And Draco kicked his father in the face causing him to let go of his foot and he didn't hesitate to get up and start running down the stairs and out the door.

"Get back here!" Lucius yelled and before Draco could get to the bottom of the stairs, his father had jumped on his back completely in attack while Voldemort stood at the bottom of the stairs laughing.

"Oh, you boys…" he says, "you never learn, do you Draco? This might…" and as he says it, he's holding Draco by the ears and knees him in the face causing him to break his nose and left his eyes swollen shut.

All goes black.

(End of Flashback)

Draco didn't say anything for the rest of the walk to the Shrieking Shack. 'I can't let him know how I feel or what happened…he'll think I'm a freak!' he thought to himself.

"What's wrong? You look pale…" said Harry.

"Don't I always?"

"Right now, you look kind of ill."

"I'm fine, Harry…don't worry about it. It's not important. I've just never done anything in the Shrieking Shack before."

"Really? Wow. I have."

"Oh that's nice to know…thanks for that."

"I'm sorry…you're just the first person that I actually have feelings for…do you want to go elsewhere?"

"No, this is fine," Draco says as they enter. He's trying so hard not to cry as he looks around but all he can think about is his father. Draco knows that he has a sad yet sickened look on his face and made a desperate attempt to hide it, almost as desperate as he was to get away from his father that night. 'I was twelve years old! How could he?' he thought.

"Come here my porcelain doll…" Harry says while trying to sound sexy but it wasn't appealing to Draco right now. Harry began to unbutton Draco's shirt but each time he closed his eyes, all he could see was his father, standing over him, screaming. Harry began to kiss his neck all the way back up to his ear again. Draco tried with all his might not to cry but one tear fell and landed on his lover's cheek while he was in the process of kissing Draco's neck. When Harry discovered the tear had fallen onto him, he leaned back and Draco had pushed him so hard that he fell on some old brooms.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" asked Harry in fury.

"Just leave me alone, okay?" Harry realized Draco was becoming vulnerable and beginning to cry.

"Draco…" he said in a more compassionate tone, "what's the matter? You can talk to me…just don't go pushing me over without telling me first…"

"Harry, I can't…I can't do this…" Draco said and tried not to cry with all his might but Harry could hear it in his voice that he urgently needed to cry.

"You're having second thoughts because of your father?" And on that comment, Draco had let it all out and turned his head still trying to keep it in…

"I'd don-wan-tab-eea" said Draco.

"What? I can't understand you…Draco, don't cry…please don't cry. Come here," said Harry cradling him like a hurting child. "We don't have to do this…I wasn't trying to force you and if it feels as if I was trying to force you, let me know and I won't do this again…"

"It's not your fault," said Draco after shoving his head into Harry's shoulder and causing his words to sound muffled but at least Harry could understand them this time.

"What happened?"

"Don't worry about it…"

Harry sighs and says, "Draco…if something makes you break down like this, I can't just let it slide…you can tell me anything."

"I love you too much to break your heart with one story from my past…"

"Will my heart break?"

"Only if you think that what my father did to me was the right thing to do."

"What did he do?"

"I told him that…I didn't want to be a death eater," said Draco and beginning to weep a little bit, "and when he said that I had no choice but to 'fulfill my duties', if you know what I mean, he forced it upon me."

This confused Harry. 'What on earth is he talking about?'

"Forced what on you?" said Harry, dreading the answer.

"Himself…"