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Refuse Orthodox	By : sevinofme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Refuse Orthodox

Summary: When someone is beaten into submission, you tend to push everyone away after that. Wounds like these never heal, the cuts always bleeding. That is till you break away from that cliché built in the complex system you’ve been placed in. Shift from the ordinary, refuse Orthodox.

Beware! Angsty and Dark. Implied Incest, slash, sadism, and so on.

Author: Set-Set

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Harry Potter Series Nor it’s original plot or characters. I make no profit off this.

AN: Here is chapter one. It’s still rough and hasn’t been revised properly, so ignore minor grammar and spelling mistakes. Once again, this is my first Slash-ish kind of story, mind you that this isn’t going to be a story where the pairings fall in love right away.

Also- I would really appreciate reviews, compels this writer to write more. *nudge* See where is says ‘Review Refuse Orthodox‘, isn’t it calling your name? *pushes reader towards the link*

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Chapter One

Baffling? Pfft.

Pushing through the crowds that swarmed upon the depot, his Trolley parted the crowd that strode before him, Muggles looked upon with horror as normal, but he was used to that, he’d dealt with those stares for the previous six years. Though the stare his father was giving him from behind was about to make the boy jump out of his skin. He walked stiffly as if uncomfortable, he didn’t move with the normal fluid grace the sex-god Slytherin had; let’s just say Draco feared the elder Malfoy; with good reason mind you. Lucius had only recently been let out of prison, much to Draco’s dismay, but none-the-less abusing and raping his son was one of the first things he did upon coming home. This did wonders for the seventeen-year-old.

Heavy sarcasm.

Due to the law of no underage magic outside of school, Draco Malfoy hadn’t been able to heal himself completely. His father wouldn’t heal him, his mother feared Lucius just as much as he did, so he had to settle for the few healing potions he could remember how to make in his half beaten state. Once he got to Hogwarts though, he’d lock himself in the boys bathroom with a book of healing and numbing spells and commence in the curing of the cuts, bruises, and tearing. Which was another reason it was awkward to walk at the moment, those rips that sickened him so much. Hogwarts was his only escape anymore.

Speak of the devil; that blessed wall came into view and his heart fluttered slightly.

Freedom.

Pulling forward a pace from his father set on getting there faster when his fathers sharp voice halted him, making him wince.

“I look forward to seeing you at Christmas Draco.”

The man stated simply, the implications that only Draco could understand were so thick Draco’s world tumbled in on it’s self. He’d rather suffer Pansy or all the other whoring girls than go back to his father Christmas. Even being locked in a room with Granger or even worse Potter or Weasley was better.

“Yes father.”

The younger Malfoy found himself saying. Those words, the horrid words which had left his lips so often. ‘Yes Father-’ They were as common as ‘No Father.’ Though the one word that never left his thin drawn lips was one he asked more often than anything- why?

Why? Why did his father treat him in such manner? Why should he feel this pain? Why did his mother just stand there and watch? Why-Why didn’t Draco Malfoy fight back? He was more than able to over power his father, but from a very young age he’d been controlled by the man who was his own flesh and blood and well as stated before; Old habits die hard.

“Good.”

The word slithered to the seventeen-year-olds ear, the icy meaning in the fringe of it cutting at Draco’s already bleeding heart. Without so much more as a glance or thought the young blonde pushed through the bricks between nine and ten. This barrier was a like world change for him, once he set foot on Platform 9 ¾ he was Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prat who had recently become a sex-god among the women at school. Once he went home he was back to being the little boy who was at his fathers beck and call. This world was pain and suffering for his beautiful being.

Malfoy still thought highly of himself, it was his only way to mask what hurt was underneath.

Draco was so far gone in thought he was walking blindly and sure enough smashed into someone, his cart fell to it‘s side, books scattering. Would the torment ever stop?

“MALFOY! You Foul little cockroach! Get off me!”
Screeched the voice and the blondes ashen eyes widened suddenly as he realized exactly who he was pinning to the ground and who’s cart his had ran into. Granger. She shoved her palms into his chest with a force he’d only experienced when he’d found her fist on his jaw three years back. Of course karma would have it that the blow landed right on a few of his bruises causing him to bite back a yelp as the girl pushed him off, dumping him on the cold ground.

“If you weren‘t in the way of the platform maybe I wouldn‘t have smashed into you, Mudblood.”

He hissed the words while sitting on the ground glaring out from under long lashes and blonde bangs, his lip was bleeding where he’d bit through the delicate flesh moments before. Bringing his hand up, Draco wiped it off, an inner want to cry somewhere in the distance of his mind, but the biggest instinct was to insult. The Brunette growled and got up picking her books up with the help of that saint Potter, the Weasel stood there, hands in pocket his freckled face as red as his hair.

“Maybe if you weren‘t such an evil tainted person, nicer things would happen to you, Ferret!”

That was a weak retort, even Potter made better come backs than this sorry excuse for a pure blood, but the words hurt, they struck a nerve that hadn’t been jarred by anyone but his father.

‘-evil tainted person-’

Yes Draco Malfoy was tainted, tainted by the worst sins in existence, incest and being used as a toy by a few of his father friends, but worst of all he couldn’t seek repent, everyone he knew would be swayed by his fathers money or use it to blackmail him. The world was so cruel in his situation, of course Saint Potter got to have a family that took care of him, kept him warm at night, even if they weren’t his parents they were relatives that no doubtedly cared.

His gray eyes now held a glassy look, but as always brimmed with self pride and hate for these souls. A twisted smirk danced on his lips as he look up seemingly amused by the situation even if he wasn’t.

“Why Weasel, your come backs have improved slightly since last year. Maybe you should take notes on mine.”
The Slytherin chided in a feeble snarky tone, unconsciously running a hand through his loose hair, glaring at the trio.

“Why you Bloody-”

“Ron. That’s enough, let’s go.”
The-boy-who-should-have-died spoke up putting a hand on the red heads arm to calm the raging teen. Finally Weasley gave one lasting glare before spinning around to walk after the Granger girl. Potter lingered a moment fixing Draco with the most intense look as if warning him and yet trying to figure him out.

“What is it Potter!”

He spat sharply, picking himself up off the ground running his hand through his hair one more time.

“Do you envy my beauty so much that you have to stare in hope it will rub off.”
The remark was suppose to be more incentive for the ebony haired boy to go away, of course he didn’t right away, he simply opened his mouth for one simple word that confused Draco.

“Baffling-”
Draco blinked his eyes a moment as he watched the boy turn and leave to walk in the direction his friends had, what in bleeding hell was that about? Baffling? Pfft, Potter and his deranged friends were Baffling Saints. Snorting he picked his cart up and pushed it towards the baggage car. After much complaining to the help about how long it was taking and an insult directed to some fourth year Hufflepuff, Malfoy then disappeared into the train finding an empty compartment and locking the door. The boy needed to think and sleep.
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“He should rot in prison as should his father.”
Huffed Hermione who plopped down in a seat on the train, Ron filing in after her nodding to her comment in seething agreement, Harry appeared only seconds later to take a seat. His green eyes stared out under his bangs and through his round rimmed glasses, he was shrouded in silence and thought.

“The prat is going to get a mouthful of dung when we get to Hogwarts.”
Ron sputtered, eyes narrowed in fury, but Hermione’s eyes were on Harry who had his chin propped on his hand, his elbow balancing on his knee. The seventh year looked like he was thinking about something, not joining in the normal bantering they had. Though it seemed since Sirius Black had died Harry had seemed a bit more distant and contemplative on things.

“Harry? You’ve hardly said a word since we bumped into Malfoy.”
She asked, the tender words waking him from what ever thoughts he was having.

“It’s just that-”

He stated then shook his head.

“-His wrists. I could see cut and bruises . He‘s so self-important, that I wouldn‘t think he‘d let himself get hurt in such manner.”
Harry mused out loud, Hermione was looking at him like he’d gone nutters and Ron had his jaw on the floor. It almost sounded like the boy was worried for the Malfoy, which wasn’t what Harry was trying to portray. It was just that Malfoy seemed too sheltered from everything to have marks like that marring his skin.

“Harry?”

Hermione asked again, causing him to shake his head. He would worry about this later.

“Lets get some chocolate.”

Of course Ron seconded the idea. Putting Malfoy behind them they continued with normal banter for the whole ride. Things would never changed it seemed. The only thing that did change was the way his two friends looked at each other. Those looks the two would occasionally steal while they thought no one was looking, but Harry was. When would they admit it?
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AN: Crappy Chapter I know, but I have trouble with beginnings. I promise once this gets rolling it’ll be better. Oh and if there is anyone who would be a beta reader for me I’d be oh so very grateful. If so e-mail me at sippie_cup_coffee@yahoo.com

Next chapter- Arrogance is Malfoy’s middle Name…

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