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Broken Wings	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-2
Painful Memories
Draco had always been an early riser. After all these years, his habit had not changed. The fact that Severus was also an early riser like him had only encouraged him.
“Severus I am going. When will you come?” He called after having worn his jogging clothes. Another thing he loved was jogging. He loved remaining fit and had been jogging constantly for three years now. Inspired by him, Severus had started morning jog too.
“Ten minutes. Go on.” His voice reached Draco from somewhere inside his room.
Draco smirked “Will Remus come today?”
Draco ran out when Severus cursed loudly and creatively. Merlin! He loved teasing Severus. He started jogging slowly and it was as exhilarating as it always had been for him. It had actually been Sirius who had suggested him to start jogging. Severus had forced him to fix an appointment with Sirius, who had become a mind healer, to everyone’s surprise. Although he had been reluctant initially, he had accepted later on that Sirius had helped him a lot. The fact that he was mum’s brother and thus his family, helped a lot. Sirius had shared his post Azkaban experience with him and it had helped Draco to open to the other man.
Another man who had helped him was Remus Lupin. He had realized that Severus had a crush on Remus which was returned and he had helped them to get together. Their friendship had deepened after that. Sirius liked jogging too and jogged with him when his job profession permitted him to and so did Remus.
Severus and Remus ran an institute in which they taught potions and DADA, respectively to students below eleven.
Draco was a potion master and thus had the luxury to maintain his jogging regime for which he was glad. Potions were another thing he loved. Severus had helped him in that area. Four years back when he had left Harry and his house, he had had nowhere to go. His parents had been sentenced to Azkaban for eleven years and their vaults were blocked. Their manors and properties were locked down for eleven years and he couldn’t resort to whoring himself again. He had breathed hard and decided to approach his godfather, Severus.
Severus had tried to find him after his and his parents’s sentences but he had run off. He had been banished from Britain Wizard world and he had not wanted to be a burden on Severus. Four years ago, when he had knocked on Severus’s door and stood there on the porch with the trunk and Severus had invited him to his house, Draco realized that he had really hurt his godfather by resorting to prostitution instead of approaching him. Severus had not forgotten and had not forgiven him for not trusting Severus enough. It had taken a long time for him to forgive Draco. He also held a very unhealthy grudge against father. Draco had tried to talk to Severus but Severus had refused to listen to anything.
Draco had his answer memorised now “Your father was and is my best friend and any anger or disappointment that I hold towards him will be taken care of when your bastard of a father returns from Azakaban.” Draco only sighed and let it go.
Past four years had done wonders for him. He had created a name for himself as a potions master and had invented many potions which had treated countless diseases. He had received countless offers from Britain to return which he had refused. Why would he return to the country that had forced him to sell his body to feed himself and to find a place to live? If anyone wanted his services, they could approach him in France. They had even offered to reduce his parents’s sentences which had been refused by him because his parents did not wish to reduce the sentence. They wanted to complete the sentence. They did not want anyone’s favours.
Having taken three rounds, he stopped and drank a sip of water and bent down with his hands on his knees to take deep breaths.
“Um, Hello Mr. Malfoy, could I talk to you for a moment?” The cautious voice took Draco down the memory lane that he always avoided and he couldn’t prevent the sudden onslaught of memories ......
Draco had not had a single customer today and his stomach was grumbling with hunger. He had not visited shameless desires yet. He had wanted to avoid it but he would have to visit it now if he wanted to earn to eat something. The money that he had earned had gone towards rent of his apartment and he did not have a single penny left.
He was about to leave for the club when he saw a beautiful man come towards him. He was beautiful yes. On close scrutiny, he realized that he was a veela.
“Hello, do you want to have some fun?” Draco called him from some distance, feigning desire in his eyes. The Veela stopped and his eyes trailed from Draco’s head to stomach and lingered on his crotch. The Veela licked his lips and came close to him. Draco breathed hard when he felt the familiar disgust turn his stomach. He wanted to turn back and walk away but he did not have any money. He had to at least eat a little to stay alive.
Draco shuddered when the other man pushed his body towards the opposite wall and crushed him between his own body and the wall. The veela had blue eyes and they were very captivating, but then which Veela wasn’t.
“Mr. Malfoy, I am sorry.”
“Hello, beautiful. Want to have some fun, eh?”
Draco breathed hard and tried to stop his train of thoughts but the bastard’s voice destroyed his attempts to keep the memory at bay.
“Please, Mr. Malfoy. I know that I mistreated you that day and I apologize from the bottom of my heart.”
Draco wanted to scream at him but the memories won’t allow him to even stand straight and face him.
“Yes.” Draco swallowed and replied in a husky voice.
“How much do you charge?”
“50 Galleons an hour.” Draco whispered and the veela licked his ear lobe. Draco’s eyes closed in revulsion “We can go to your place.”
“I will pay you 1000 Galleons if you bend on your hands and knees and let me fuck you here and now. Are you up to it?” The man replied and Draco did not want to do it. They were on the street and anyone could pass them and Draco won’t be able to take the humiliation but he was hungry. He had not eaten for two days and 1000 Galleons was a lot so he nodded reluctantly. What followed was one of the most humiliating moments of his life.
The Veela took him there and then, hard and dirty and threw the notes on his back after words. He did not even bother to clean Draco. Draco lay naked, dirty, aching and bleeding like the filth he was on the road.
Draco blinked hard to avoid the images that ran in his mind now. It had been bloody humiliating. He had been fucked raw and dirty on the street for a mere 1000 galleons. Draco closed his eyes and tried to control the rage that was clouding his mind now. The urge to get up and strangle the Veela to death was so bloody strong that he could barely prevent it and then the bastard had to go and ruin his control.
“Mr. Malfoy, please. I just want to apologise. Please, can we-“
In a blur of motion, Draco had stood up and enclosed both his hands around the Veela’s throat. He wanted the Veela to shut up and leave him alone. Why did he have to throw everything on his face.
Bloody bastard
Blue eyes that had mocked him that night stared at him with panic and hands that had spanked his arse on the street tried to pry his hands off from his neck. Draco growled and tightened his hold on the neck.
“Forgiveness. You want forgiveness. Do you know what I want? I want to kill you and remove the reminders of the humiliation I suffered at your hands that night and I will kill you today.” Draco growled lowly and people were starting to gather around him as he tightened his hands around the throat. “Perhaps I could fuck you dirty here and now and throw some measly notes on your violated body. It’s just that I am not a monster and I cannot stoop to your levels. Killing you will suffice.” Blue widened and hands became desperate and still Draco did not release him. He wanted to kill the bastard. He had the gall to come in front of him and ask for forgiveness after he had treated him like a filthy piece of shit.
“DRACO. LET HIM GO.” A voice shouted and he realized that it was Sirius. Without even turning back, he snarled “I will kill this bastard. He wants my forgiveness. He wants my bloody forgiveness. Nothing short of his death would be enough. “
Sirius reached him and tried to pry his hands off and the veela held his shoulders and shook his head and Draco growled angrily. Fury ran throughout his body and his face was red with anger.
“You will remove your hands from his body at this very moment and let him go.” Severus who had reached him and was standing beside him spoke in a very stern voice. Draco would have snarled at anyone else but one look into Severus’s eyes and he knew that Severus would not tolerate denial for an answer. He growled and breathed hard and removed his hands from the bastard’s neck. Sometimes he wondered if he would have turned into an angry and insane man had it not been for Severus.
The Veela started panting for breath and massaging his neck while Sirius held him by his waist to control his fury.
“Mr. Malfoy. Please, I just wanted to –“ The veela walked towards him and spoke with terrified eyes. Draco had never asked his name, so he did not know what it was. Draco snarled and tried to pounce on him but Sirius’s hands prevented him and he would thank him later but right then, the restraining hands frustrated him to no end.
Severus’s cold voice stopped his struggles. The man’s obsidian eyes were as cold as eyes as he stood in front of him and faced the Veela with crossed hands “Why did you come here? What did you expect to find? A man who would drop on his knees and cry because you violated him, eh? He will kill you if you show your face again. I will have you know that he would have killed you if we had not intervened and you must thank Sirius Black for that. If you value your life, fuck off and do not show your filthy face again.”
Draco struggled again as he saw the Veela nod and look at him with apologetic blue eyes before running away.
“Calm down at once.” Severus barked at him and then everyone around them “What are you all waiting for? Go away.”
Draco snarled back “Why did you not let me –“
Sirius cut him off “Did you want us to let you ruin your career for a moment of aggression.” And Draco stopped struggling “I am fine. Let me go. I have to jog and then I have to return to my potions lab. Do you not have work to do, Severus? I am sure your werewolf is waiting for you to play teacher with him.”
“I will thank you to not bring Remus in between all this.” He muttered softly and Draco knew that he had crossed some invisible limit. He sighed in frustration and Sirius released his waist.
“Draco. You have to learn to control your anger before it controls you.” Sirius looked at him and spoke very seriously. “You know that your parents will be released tomorrow and will be arriving straightaway at Severus’s to meet you. You will be the only one standing between your father and Severus at that moment. I know that eleven years in Azkaban have not changed Lucius and Severus has accumulated his anger for so long. None of them would back off and would hurt each other if you don’t control them. Your mum won’t be in any position to fight with anyone. She would be too devastated to do anything except hugging you.”
“Too right.” Remus’s soft voice reached them and Draco smirked at Severus whose cheeks tinged pink even as he glared at Draco. Remus was a good man. His presence had always soothed Draco and he did not know the reason for the same.
He turned towards Remus who was jogging and smiling knowingly at him. He smiled back and Severus muttered “I will never understand the reason you calm down as soon as he arrives.”
Draco shrugged “Dunno” and hugged the werewolf warmly before smiling “Good morning.” He pulled back and complained “They did not let me kill him. I so wanted to. I hate him.” He had spoken the words softly and the man patted his shoulder “I can’t say that I don’t agree with them, though I sympathise with you. You have worked so hard to reach at this point. I don’t want you to ruin it for anyone or anything at all. Don’t you agree?”
Draco thought for a moment and nodded. His anger had drained from him. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering why Remus had this effect on him “You are right. I will be off to my lab now.”
“Bye.” Remus and Sirius called and started jogging. It was Severus’s soft voice which stopped him in his tracks. “I want to talk to you about something.”
“NOT that again. I will not talk about it and I really want to know about the divorce papers that I gave to you two years back. What happened of them?” Draco spoke and sighed in frustration when Severus merely shrugged “I don’t know.” and Draco knew that Severus was not lying, which meant that someone had helped him.
“I received a letter from his healer again. It came day before yesterday, a day after his birthday.” Severus muttered, his eyes blank. “His condition is getting worse.”
“It’s not the first time and I am sure it won’t be the last.” Draco snapped at the man and crossed his arms.
“I will owl the letter to you. You can read it yourself and you are still married to him, whether you like it or not. You are the closest relative of his.” Severus muttered and turned away.
Draco yelled at him “He is a bastard and I don’t care about him.”
“Keep telling that to yourself.” Severus spoke and Draco huffed angrily before resuming his walk towards home, grumbling to himself “Bastard. Drunkard. Idiot. Can’t let me live peacefully.”
When Draco entered his room and looked at his cold and empty bed, he couldn’t help but feel a strange longing for Harry. Four years had not been enough to get rid of the stupid desire and longing for that bloody scarhead.
“SELFISH PRICK.” Draco snarled to himself and retreated to his bathroom to shower and get ready for the day, slamming the door closed loudly to release some of the fury and frustration that he felt.
He had given up on crying four years back. No. Anger was a better way to release sadness and depression. He would not cry. He was not weak. He would destroy anyone and everyone from his past who would ever deign to try to ruin the new life Draco had created for himself and he would NOT return to Harry, no matter how many times his healer Hermion Granger-Weasley owled them or Ronald Weasley requested him to please talk to his friend because they deserve each other.
Harry deserved someone who was whole, someone who had not been fucked over by countless nameless people for money, someone who was not broken because that was what Draco was.
Broken.
When the door of the bathroom had closed and Draco was sure that no one would witness his weakness, Draco slid down the wall and placed his head on his knees and only then did tears that he had held in his eyes ever since he had seen that Veela were allowed to fall down his cheeks.
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