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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-3
Draco's Journal
-a cruel joke on me. Why would Potter be my mate out of a million people present in Britain? He would never accept me and I would die a horrible, painful death.
I was so lost in my musings that I did not notice my father enter my room. His voice brought me back and my eyes that were on the ceiling focussed on him.
"Draco, what do you plan to do? If you try to talk to Potter, he would understand that you were spying for Dumbledore and he should know your role in the Dark Lord's defeat."
"He would never believe me father. He hates me and everything related to me, no thanks to you."
"You should at-least try. He would have died without you-"
"Please father, just leave."
"Son-"
"Leave. All this is happening because of you and grandfather at the first place. Had you had a backbone or had you vraised me to have one, Potter would have trusted me more and I won't me alone right now. You have fucked up my life."
His father's eyes looked pained "I have already apologised-"
"Fat lot of good it did to me."
"You have not even tried to talk to him." Father spoke softly. His father and godfather were always walking on eggshells around me lately.
"Do you really think he would listen to me?" He asked.
Father nodded and replied "I think so. You can at-least come to some kind of compromise."
These words made Draco so sad because he knew there would be no compromise for him. He could never live with some kind of compromise.
"Draco, I am worried because nine months later, you will start going into heat and it would be painful without your mate. Perhaps you can -"
I sighed and cut him off "I know. Please leave. I will think over how I should approach him."
"You can pen down a letter."
"Will you please leave father. I will think about it. How many times should I tell you?" He said, frustrated by his father's persistence.
Father sighed and left him to his own devices. He continued staring at the ceiling, wondering how on earth would he approach Potter.
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Albus stopped reading. The day's entry stopped here. He stared absently at the opposite wall, wondering what exactly had his father done to make Scorpius despise him so much. He was tempted to keep on reading the journal but he had to sleep or he would never be able to wake up the next morning.
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February 27, 2000
Tomorrow I would go into heat and I would be alone during it. It has been nine months since I last wrote my journal. Nine months during which I relentlessly tried to meet Potter and to talk to him. I had taken father's advice and written to Potter. Fat lot of good it did to me. He kept on refusing me but my persistence won at the end and he finally agreed to meet me a month before at The Three Broomsticks. I would never forget the meeting.
The meeting was at 11AM and I was excited. Little did I know that the meeting would turn into my worst nightmare?
He had made me wait for an hour and I sat there, drinking coffee after coffee to kill time. Finally, he had arrived at 12 PM, sitting on the chair across me ungraciously, all the while glaring at me.
"What did you need Malfoy? Why are we here? I have a date with Ginny. You have been bothering me for the past eight months now. Don't you have any shame?" His words sent a pang of sadness in my heart which I tried to quell.
"I want to talk to you regarding something."
There was a palpable silence for a minute during which I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself. I was way too nervous. I wanted to tell him that I was a Veela and that he was my mate but instead I blurted "I want to be friends with you."
Potter laughed loudly and cruelly, attracting attention of wizards and witches who were sitting around them.
"Friends, Malfoy. Friends with you."
"Potter, I want to-" I wanted to apologise. I wanted to say sorry and tell him that I had helped him live, thereby redeeming all my sins but Potter never gave me a chance.
"LISTEN TO ME MALFOY AND LISTEN TO ME GOOD. STAY OUT OF MY LIFE. KEEP AWAY. STORE THIS FACT IN THAT UGLY FERRET HEAD OF YOURS THAT I HATE YOU."
I was thunderstruck by his words and stared at him in utter shock.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND MALFOY?"
I did not answer him. He was angry and he still looked so handsome. I still wanted to wrap my arms around him, even though he was hurting me.
Apparently, my silence infuriated Potter and he walked towards me, his eyes furious and cold. He clutched my hair and I whimpered in pain. Harry took no notice of my pain in his blind fury and slammed my face down on the table. The glasses broke and the glass pieces pierced my skin which started bleeding. Harry took no notice of this as he slammed my face again and again on the table.
Did I deserve this for loving him, for trying hard to keep him alive? I screamed in pain as he slammed my face the fourth time "Please wait. Please. I understand. Let me just go. Please. I will never bother you again." I pleaded and finally he stopped slamming my face. I tried to get up but his hand pressed my face on the table and I froze. People had now gathered around us and I was in a very vulnerable position.
"Potter, please let me go." I begged him and he laughed cruelly "Why should I let you go Malfoy. Your family must not be allowed to walk freely among innocents. You and your death eater parents did not even get punished. You should be in Azkaban but here you are, walking freely and asking me, ME to be your friend." I whimpered in pain and fear started creeping inside me when I realized what was happening.
I could have told him about the sacrifice I made to save his arse but I didn't. Instead I whispered "Sorry. I am sorry. Please let me go Potter. Please."
"Go. I won't let you go Malfoy. You would regret that you ever decided to ask me to be your friend." He pressed my forehead on the broken glass pieces and I whimpered again as the glass pierced my skin and blood continued to trickle down my forehead.
Harry's next mocking words froze me "So, Malfoy I have decided to punish you today the way you should have been punished by the wizengamot."
Finally Potter's hands retreated and I breathed but when I tried to get up, Harry hissed "Stay put. I am not finished with you yet." I stayed put, not because I was scared of him. I stayed put because that was his wish and I did not want to go against his wishes. I loved him so much. I had initially believed that it was only the Veela that loved him. Gradually, I realised that I was wrong. It was I who loved me, both veela and wizard. So I bore what happened next, bore it quietly, knowing that I would never be able to forget this.
"Have you ever been spanked Malfoy. I don't think you have, considering the way your parents have always pampered you." Potter laughed again and so did the wizards and witches around them.
"Potter, please let me go. Please. I am sorry-" I stopped speaking because I could feel Potter's hands on zipper of my trousers.
"What are you doing Potter? Please don't-" I pleaded and tears of humiliation trickled down my cheeks.
"What do you think I am going to do, Malfoy. I am going to spank you. People need to see you punished for what you did." Potter's fingers opened the button and slid down the zip. Terror crawled through my whole body as my trousers slid down.
What was I being punished for?
For being a Malfoy?
For teasing Weasley when I was just a child? Had Weasley not insulted and teased me?
Or perhaps for saving the little girl who was going to be raped by the death eaters?
Or perhaps for saving the muggle studies professor by polyjuicing a rat into her and letting her run away?
Or maybe I was being punished for loving Harry and trying to save him.
A man laughed and encouraged Potter "Take the pants off too Harry. Show the filthy git his place. Show him that he does not deserve your friendship or kindness." Draco recognised the voice to be Dean Thomas.. Did Thomas know that the little girl he had saved that day had been his distant cousin?
"Oh! I will." My blood turned cold and I started sweating.
"Potter, no." I begged Potter but Potter just laughed at me "Scared Malfoy. I bet you have already spread your legs for your Dark lord. Are we too low for you?"
"I haven't-" I did not get the chance to complete my sentence because, in the blink of an eye, Potter had raised my face and brought it close to his. His eyes were cold and green. Draco still felt that they were beautiful when Potter brought my face close to his, his fingers still clutching my hair tightly.
"Today, Malfoy I will spank you in front of everyone. It's the least you deserve."
Tears slid down my cheeks. A veela is devoted to his mate and a veela never sleeps with any other person his whole life. I would burn the skin that Potter had showcased to everyone but I couldn't go against his wishes even if they were unjust. My instinct won't allow me to disobey him.
In the next moment, Potter had cleared the table with a wave of his hand and had settled on it.
"Remove your underwear, Malfoy."
I froze yet again. How could anyone be so cruel? I stood there staring at Potter in a shirt and my underwear until Potter commanded me again.
"Remove it Malfoy otherwise I would remove all your clothes with just a wave of my hand."
So I did as he wanted. I removed my underwear slowly in front of at least a hundred wizards and witches. The three broomsticks was a very popular restaurant. I kept my eyes on the floor as I did so. I wanted to cover my penis with my hand but I did not. I stood in front of everyone in just a thin shirt for my mate. I will never forgive Harry for what he has done today.
I had just asked for his friendship. Was this the price? Did I deserve this?
"Come here Malfoy." I walked slowly towards him and as I had expected, his next words were "Bend on my knees. I want your arse in the air so that everyone can see me spank your death eater arse."
Defeated, I bend down his knees.
"Wow! You have a beautiful arse Malfoy." The voice belonged to Seamus Finnigan "Spread his arse cheeks for me Harry. Let me have a look, please." My blood turned cold and I froze, my hands trembling in terror of what was about to happen next.
My hands hung below me and my arse was literally in the air. Harry growled at Finnigan "Stay away, Seamus. You don't want to face the other end of my wand, do you?" I sighed in relief but my relief changed to horror when I felt the first slap on my arse.
SMACK
"Call me master, Malfoy. Beg your master to stop."
I did not speak because Harry wasn't supposed to be my master. A veela bond was never a Master-slave bond. It was based on love, not slavery.
My silence infuriated Potter and he slapped me again.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
I moaned in pain and humiliation but did not beg him again. What was the point? I had already lost my dignity. I would anyways have to burn off my skin. I would have to replace it because no-one was supposed to see me naked except Harry.
"Call me master, Malfoy."
"I won't" I replied softly.
"Oh! You will. You will."
"Come on Harry! Continue the show. Spread his arse cheeks a little for us." I couldn't recognise the voice now.
SMACK
SMACK
"Should I spread your arse Malfoy? Would you like it? I think you would. After all, you are a bloody faggot."
SMACK
I screamed but did not answer him. I found that I did not care any longer.
"Have I broken you yet, Malfoy? Will you call me master now or do I need to punish you some more." Potter sneered.
I whispered softly, resigned to whatever was happening "Torture me as much you want Potter. I won't call you master."
"Oh! You don't know what torture is yet. I will tell you Malfoy what torture is and you will obey me."
I wanted to tell him that I would do what he wants no matter what because I love him, not because I am afraid of him but then he called in a mocking and dangerous voice "Hey Seamus, you wanted to spread his arse cheeks, didn't you? Why don't you have a go?"
Finnigan whistled and replied, rushing towards him "My pleasure, Harry."
The bastard was so close to him that I wanted to vomit. As soon as a hand touched my arse, a foreign hand, I sighed desperately and said "Please. Master. I am sorry. Let me go please. I am begging you." and the hand retreated.
My instincts screamed at me. He was not my master and in those few moments when I was Harry's knees at his mercy, naked and vulnerable in front of everyone on his command, I cursed my luck.
Why did this happen to me? How was this fair?
Harry never gave me any chance to tell him about my contribution in the war. Was he sick and perverted and did he believe that reformed death eaters ought to be humiliated like this?
What was my fault?
SMACK
"That's all you deserve, bloody death eater."
SMACK
"Asking me, ME to be YOUR friend. Such audacity!"
SMACK
A part of me which had hoped that Harry will agree to bond with me some day died. Tears started gathering in my eyes which had stopped even though Harry was spanking me constantly.
I will never trust Harry again.
SMACK
"Call me master."
"Master." I replied in deadpanned voice.
This was torture for me. I hated that I loved Harry. The love I felt was a torture in itself.
SMACK
"Say that 'Master, I will never disturb you again.'"
"Master, I will never disturb you again."
"Say that you would never try to befriend me again."
"I would never try to befriend you again."
"Say that you would never show me your ugly ferret face again."
"I won't show my ugly ferret face to you again."
I will never trust you again.
I won't dream about you again.
I will never be able to forgive you.
"Get up and get dressed Malfoy." He ordered me and I complied.
I got up and dressed up silently, wearing my underwear and then trousers. I kept my eyes lowered on the floor.
I was just about to leave when I heard his voice again.
"I am getting married to Ginny on February 28th, 2000."
His words increased the pain I already had in my chest but I nodded and answered softly "All the best for your life."
I wanted to leave but I couldn't, not before watching him for one last time. I knew that I would never get the opportunity to watch him again, not with love in my eyes, not with a completely sane mind.
It would do nothing to reduce the pain that arose in my chest when I imagine him wrapped around the youngest weasley in their marital bed.
I turned to look at him for one last time. He was looking straight at me and I imagined guilt in his eyes. My eyes were playing tricks on me maybe because a second later, he blinked and coldness returned and he sneered, watching Seamus and then my arse suggestively.
I didn't respond in any manner, though. In a way, I pity him. I will never forgive him or trust him and he will regret all this someday.
Somehow this moment seemed very important. It seemed important for him to look into my eyes so that he knows the extent of pain and sadness I am feeling. Perhaps, he would lament, not now but in the future when I am gone. We looked into each other's eyes for one more minute and then I left.
I couldn't help but think that war had ended but beginning of my end had just commenced.
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