A Father's Marks | By : CrystalJelli Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Pairing: Harry/Draco as the main pairing, but will include Draco/Lucius
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter. They belong to JK Rowling. Am just borrowing them. No copyright infringement was intended. No money is being exchanged for this.
Warnings/Content: Male/Male Sex, incest
A father's Marks
Part Three
When Draco awoke he lay in a bloodied and bruised heap on the dungeon floor. After what seemed like hours, but could have been just a few moments he felt himself become fully conscious. The pain in his body made it impossible for him to float in the bliss of the black nothing that was unconsciousness. As much as he would like to sleep forever and ignore what had happened, the pain was just to great for him.
It seemed to him that there wasn't a part of him that didn't ache, it hurt enough just to lay still and breath, he knew he wasn't going to like moving, not one little bit. Finally he felt he couldn't lay in a puddle of his own blood any longer. Draco felt extremely dirty and wanted to clean himself up as soon as possible.
Gingerly, he looked around, trying to gauge if he was alone. Upon sensing no one else in the room, he struggled to a sitting position, a soft moan escaping his lips when a sharp pain shot up his sides. He had to hold back a scream at the pain that coursed through him as he sat on his damaged butt. Cringing at the thought of the mess he must be in, his mind struggled to comprehend what had happened.
Draco shuddered as he remembered. He felt his face flush with shame and anger. He knew it was punishment for not eagerly accepting the dark mark, for not embracing the future that his father had chosen for him. He knew that Lucius was disappointed, and more then a little angry, he had the evidence to prove it.
Stumbling quickly and painfully to his feet, Draco threw on the tattered remains of his clothing and tentatively made his way to his room, hoping desperately that no one was about to see him in his state. He had a sudden desperate need to be clean, not that he felt that he could ever truly be clean again. Reaching his rooms he closed the door quietly, so as not to attract attention to himself, and locked the door. He hastily made it to the bathroom and drew a bath, using mainly steaming hot water, adding bath oils in hopes that it would cleans him more thoroughly, and rid him of the smell of his father and sex, that nauseated him so.
Carefully, Draco stepped into the bath, wincing as the hot water scalded his already painful skin. Slowly he sunk into the water, crying painfully when his arse entered the water, realizing that his father must have done a lot of damage for it to be this painful. Finally all the way into the bath, Draco sat, his mind reeling again, the day's events playing avidly in his head, over and over again as if to taunt him. He brought his knees up to his chest, placed his arms around his aching legs and rested his head on his knees, feeling a fresh wave of tears falling like rain from his eyes. Slowly he rocked himself back and forth, trying to comprehend why this had happened.
He sat in the bath for a long time, unable to do anything but rock himself, twinges of pain shooting constantly through his body with even the slightest move, but he was unable to stop the rocking and the violent heaving of his shoulders as he sobbed. Only when the water had cooled completely and he started to shiver did he rouse himself. Stepping from the cold bath he wrapped his warm bathrobe around himself, wincing in pain, as his muscles complained at being moved, and the threads caught in open wounds and irritated already painful skin. He made his way quietly towards his bed and sat down carefully, trying to avoid causing more pain to himself then was necessary. He wasn't going to be able to sit comfortably (if at all) for a while.
Reaching for his bedside table, where his wand was seated, he cast a healing spell to at least lighten the bruising and swelling form his face and anywhere that would be in view. If he was going to escape this place and return to Hogwarts, he couldn't return covered in bruises and whatnot. Unfortunately he wasn't skilled enough to do anything about his other injuries, he would just have to deal with them until they healed.
Laying back slowly on the bed, he whimpered from the pain in his sides, arse and back, the welts from the whip complaining loudly about the pressure that was being placed on them. Draco struggled to a new position trying to find a way to sleep that didn't cause pain. Unable to find such a thing, his father sure did do a good job this time, he returned to his back. Lying there, he though things over. He was sure that his father had cracked a few ribs among other things, and he didn't even want to begin to think about the damage that his father had caused inside him. Finally he collapsed into a restless sleep, unable to fight the mental and physical exhaustion any longer.
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