I Understand | By : LMG67 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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GRIEF
Snape was sitting at his desk in the Potions classroom grading the essays that the 3rd years turned in
that Friday morning. Fairywings before dragon scales in a memory potion. And here I thought that
the Ravenclaws were suppose to be the ones with the brains, he thought, dunderheads and idiots all
of them! He was going to run out of red ink before he was finished and he knew he didn’t have any
in his personal stores.
Disgustedly he looked down, it looks as if I’ve stabbed a rodent and allowed it to run rampant over
the papers. Snickering to himself, he thought, I am low on ink. Besides, the students probably think I
do that anyway. Naw, the headmaster would not be pleased if he found out. Oh well, I must keep
that in mind for future reference.
That means a trip to Hogsmead tomorrow. He needed stuff anyway so he would just get what he
needed for his classroom stores as well. At least it wasn’t a Hogsmead weekend and there would be
no students running around eating sweets and drinking that dreadful tasting butterbeer.
He had just stood up to check his storeroom and make a list when the door to the classroom crashed
open. The door banged against the wall with a loud noise and a cloaked figure stumbled in. His
wand was out in a second and a curse on his lips when the figure held out a white, shaking hand and
whispered “professor” before falling to the floor in a dead feint.
Hurrying to the crumpled body lying in the middle of the classroom, he ripped back the hood of the
cloak to see the broken and bloodied face of Draco Malfoy.
“Oh my dear boy, what have you done now?” he whispered. Picking up the unconscious boy and set
him down on the table nearest to the door. He performed a spell to check on the injuries the boy had
received that night.
Voldemort was becoming more and more angry with Draco’s refusal to take the Dark Mark and
tonight it looked as if Draco had pushed him to far.
“I told you your mouth would get you into trouble that your wand couldn’t get you out of. But do
you listen?” Snape sighed as he looked down at the boy who had forced him to care. Of course he
doesn’t, he said to himself, he learned it from you.
Muttering what few healing charms that he knew, Snape was glad to see the tension leave Draco’s
face and his breathing returning to normal. He left him to get water and a cloth to clean the blood
from his face. He preferred this methods to the magical one. He felt it made the other person feel
better. As with potion making, this method was more hands on. Something he could touch, could
feel. He would have gone into the medicinal arts but for the fact that he could do few healing charms
and well, he just wasn’t a people person. He hated the whining and crying a sick person was wont to
do.
As far as he knew, he was the only person that was allowed to touch him at all thanks to Lucius’
treatment of his son. Draco would try to kill anyone who did try to touch him but Snape was not
concerned.
He would never admit it but cleaning Draco up after every meeting made him feel better as well.
That way he knew he was going to make it. And if this ever got out his reputation for being a cold
hearted bastard would be ruined. We couldn’t have that now could we.
Draco moaned and opened his eyes to see his favorite professor, and fellow spy, staring intently
down at him with his familiar scowl gone. Right then Draco knew that it was bad. He winced
slightly but said nothing as Snape finished cleaning his face. Putting the cloth back into the now
bloodied water, Snape silently waited for him to speak.
“Water”, he tried to whisper but was unable to get it past the dryness in his mouth. His tongue felt
swollen and there was a faint taste in his mouth. Probably blood from where he had bitten down
when he tried not to scream out his agony. Everything hurt.
Classic signs of crucio, the thought ran thru his head.
How many times? He had lost count after 5. Doesn’t matter. I survived.
Snape must have understood what he had been trying to say because he heard accio glass and then
he was holding a glass of water to his lips. After taking a few sips, Draco pulled his head back and
sighed.
“Thank you. Vol...Voldemort”.
Snape still had not spoken. He knew that Draco would tell him everything he had found out when he
was ready to speak. He never pushed him to talk just waited for him to speak. What he said next
chilled him to the very inner core of his being.
“Voldemort raped my mother again tonight.”
With that sentence the control Draco had over his emotions broke and the shaking and sobs covered
the sound of a gasp that came from neither men in the room.
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Thank you to ALL who read and review.
ENJOY!
LMG
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