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Love me or Hate me	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter-10
Sin Part II
He whips my arms this time and it hurts a lot and I shout in pain.
"Not my choice."
He whips my thighs and I can't stop the tears that escape my eyes. What can be worse than receiving a beating from your mate on your heat just for being what you are? Why did Severus tell him at all about the bond?
He drops the belt and slaps my face again and again and again and again.
I scream in pain and tears stream down my cheeks. What can be more humiliating than having your mate slap you on the day he is supposed to be with you?
He is not done, though. He punches my stomach twice, ignoring my pained cries and screams. He slaps me again before grumbling, "Shut up, bashtard." when I cry in pain.
I sigh a little in relief when I see him backing away, muttering "thirshty" but that relief is short-lived because I find out that I am thirsty too.
"Can I have water, please?"
He returns with a glass of water and snickers wickedly "No."
"Please." I plead and he turns the glass upside down. The water is falling and the glass is soon empty. He repeats the exercise again and I find that my mouth has turned dry. Harry vanishes again and returns with a bowl of curd and fruits for himself. I realize that I am starving and I beg him "Feeling hungry. Can have food, pleashe."
I am slurring and it is another proof that I am losing my mind.
He shakes his head in denial and eats slowly, licking his spoon clean. All I get is a slap on my face for asking for water and food.
"Want water, Malffoy and food alsho, do you?"
What a pair we make, I realize, one drunk, other insane and want to laugh and cry at the same time.
I nod when I see that he is waiting for my answer.
"You will have to shave your head in front of me if you want water and food."
I stare at him shock. I love my hair. My hair is beautiful. Why does he want me to shave my head? WHY? I want to scream but I can't. I continue staring at him and he slaps me hard.
"Ansher me bashtard. Don't have all day."
I still don't answer and he vanishes and comes back with a glass of water and makes a show of turning the glass and spilling the water very slowly. I had never realized before that water is really important to survive. If I ever get out of this, I will never waste water ever again.
I nod slowly because the thirst would kill me otherwise. I have no other option.
He unties my hands and they ache and so do my legs. Next, he conjures a chair and directs me to sit on it. I sit and wait for his next order. This is the next evidence of my approaching insanity. I should have run away but I wait for his next move which is to conjure a scissor and a razor and hand them to me. I take the devices and look at them.
"Shtart cutting yourr hair and then I will give you water and shome food maybe."
I nod and start cutting my beautiful hair. Silver strands fall on the floor and my heart breaks a little with every strand. I want to look beautiful for my mate and bald is not beautiful.
"Quickly." He snarls and slaps me for the thirtieth time maybe.
I nod quietly and cut my hair quickly. Once I am done I pick up the razor and start running it on my head. Soon I am done and my head has been completely shaved and I keep my eyes closed but I have to open them when I hear a giggle. I open my eyes and find that Harry is laughing at me. His face is red with mirth. He is making fun of me.
"Ugly. bald. HAHAHAHAHA"
He is laughing at me and repeating these words again. He conjures a mirror and keeps it in front of me. I can hardly recognize myself. My head is bald and my wings have drooped. My eyes are haunted and my cheeks are sunken. I look like death warmed over. I just wanted to look beautiful for Harry but I look ugly. I have been called many things in my life- wicked, cunning, evil, smart, dashing, over confident, arrogant, annoying but never ugly and it hurts. It hurts so much when my mate calls me ugly that I can hardly breathe.
"Fucking ugly. HAHAHAHA" He is still laughing and I stare at my reflection in the conjured mirror.
"I hate you, bashtard Malfoy. Fucking Ugly." He says between his hysterical giggles and I feel that I losing my senses now. I - I don't think I can stay sane any longer. I-I-I- can't take- any more-what- laughing-ugly-
The journal ended after these words and all Albus could do was stare at the bloody journal. He closed the journal and felt bile rush in his mouth and gets out of the bed to rush towards the bathroom. After about half an hour, when is done vomiting, he returns to his room and closes his eyes, trying to remember when he had last heard about Mr. Malfoy. He had read in the newspaper that no one had met him or seen him or visited him in the past decade and that his family members refused to answer anything. He had never asked Uncle Severus. He had not needed to.
Is he dead or is he alive?
Albus wondered and found disgust creeping inside him. How could his father have done this? He would have to confront his father. He had to know what had happened to Mr. Malfoy. With these thoughts in his mind, Albus slept and nightmares of Mr. Malfoy and his dad haunted him all night long.
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Harry was sitting in his study and staring at the opposite wall. Fourteen years had passed and nothing had changed. Albus would hate him after reading the journal and he was just waiting for his son to confront him. After that incident fourteen years ago, he had resigned from the auror office and joined the Department for rights and protection of magical creatures.
It had not made any difference in his personal life though. He was as lonely as he had been fourteen years ago and will always be. There was no way to escape this loneliness. He had lost the chance to get the only person who had loved him. All he could do now was stare at the opposite wall and wait for the inevitable confrontation with his son who is a veela and whose mate is Scorpius Malfoy.
How would he answer Albus? Most importantly, what would he say? Albus would despise him after reading it and need answers to questions that Scorpius Malfoy had never asked him but might have wanted to.
When Harry had never forgiven himself for what he had done fourteen years ago, why would Albus forgive him? His daughter already hated him. She did not visit him or even looked at him when they came across. Ginny had told Lily everything because she had not wanted to lie to their daughter and Harry knew that she was not wrong. Ginny had broken every possible contact with Harry after that incident, not that Harry blamed her at all. She had begged him to behave and he had done just the opposite of behaving. He had broken Draco.
An owl that swooped through the door of study brought him out of his musings.
He opened it and started reading his son's letter.
Dad,
I want to speak to you. Please meet me at the fireplace today at around 4 P.M. I'll firecall you. It is urgent and I don't care which creature you have to meet in which country.
BE THERE.
Albus Severus Potter
Harry read the letter again and folded it before keeping it in his drawer. He wanted to drink and forget everything, his son's anger, Draco's-, he couldn't even bear to think what had happened to Draco and he wanted to forget everything sometimes but he won't drink. He had pledged that not to drink and he won't. So he asked Kreature to make strong coffee for him and immersed himself in the papers containing the rights of werewolves in The Great Britain.
He looked at the time and found that it was just 10 A.M.
Two hours more. Just two hours and then I can leave.
Harry drank his coffee to get rid of the headache and frustration that he felt daily due to his impatience as the time slot he had been allotted arrived closer.
The coffee didn't help so he immersed himself in his documents.
He looked at the time again and it was just 10:10 AM.
1 hour and 50 minutes more and then I can leave.
He drank some more coffee and waited just like he had for the past fourteen years, checking the clock after every ten minutes.
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A/N: The focus will shift towards Harry and Draco next chapter onwards.
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