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The Fallen Sakura Petal	By : corsochan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 15480 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: The Fallen Sakura Petal

Notes: Hello Lovelies! We are back to our dear Draco's POV. Poor guy will finally have his meltdown...well somewhat of a meltdown; I suck at writing angst. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd and followed! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Sirius & Severus would have survived. Ginny would have been deceased leaving Harry free to live happily ever after w/ his beautiful uke Draco. Alas dear readers I don't own Harry Potter but JKR does.

Previously:

Harry cursed himself as he stepped off the lift and into the atrium, completely ignoring the admiring stares from the people milling in the atrium, how could he be thinking of Draco like that?! For Morgana's sake! Draco had just been through hell for six months and Harry wanted to date him!

Harry shook his head, for right now he would help Draco heal and overcome his painful memories. Between Narcissa and himself, he believed that one day Draco could be okay again.

And maybe then Harry could broach the subject of Draco and him getting together. Resigning himself to this course of action Harry made it to the apparition point and with a crack he was gone.

~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 7********~~~~~~~~~

When Draco and Narcissa arrived in the spacious receiving room at Malfoy Manor, Draco looked around in awe. He knew from his regained memories that this was his home, but knowing of its grandeur and then seeing it are two different things.

For the last six months his life had consisted of a room and the attached house, not that the The Fallen Sakura Petal was small it just wasn't on the scale of refinement that the Manor was.

Draco smiled; he was home, and here he could heal and begin his life again. Turning to his mother he gave her a hug before requesting to go to his room for a bath and a lie down. HIs mother called for a house elf, who Draco remembered as being named Dippy.

The happy elf brought Draco through the now familiar corridors of the Manor, up the grand stairs and stopped at dark wood double doors. Draco thanked the little elf, opening the doors while taking in his revealed room.

It had changed since his childhood, obviously, but he liked what he had done to the room in terms of decorating. The bedroom was painted a warm beige with white base boards and ornate crown moldings. The floor was an dark almost black wood, covered in well placed thick emerald rugs. The furniture was a gorgeous dark wood not as dark as the floors but a pretty cherry. It looked inviting and warm, the light from the large window lighting up the room.

But what Draco was happiest to see was the massive, soft looking bed against the wall opposite the fireplace. It was covered in emerald blankets; plump white, brown and black pillows overwhelmed the top of the bed. He couldn't wait to slide under the covers and rest after his bath.

Making his way toward one of the three doors in the room, he opened the door and saw it was in fact his bathroom. The room was as large as his former room at the brothel! The beautiful beige stone floor and walls coupled with the dark wood cabinetry was exquisite.

Draco made his way into the room, stripping off his robes as he went. He stopped in front of the large pewter framed mirror and examined himself. His body was pristine; never would you have known what Draco had endured for these past six months.

It was like the only place the evidence of those experiences remained was his mind. Even if only a few people knew what had happened to him, Draco would. Could he ever look at himself, and not remember the many nights he had stood in front of a mirror much like he was now, surveying the patterns of bruises, hickies and bites from his clients?

In other's eyes his body was unsullied, perfect in its stature, but to him it was sullied, tainted by what he had done however much he didn't want it, or enjoy it. The fact remained he was used. Many men would look at his body with lust and want but would they still want him after they knew what he had done for these past six months?

Draco didn't know and it scared him. It wasn't the thought of being with a man again. No, he knew there were good men out there, and maybe when he was ready he would give one of them a chance. It was the thought that a decent man like the Potter Lord would look at him in disgust when they heard his story.

That he had been a whore for six months, and countless men had enjoyed his body much as his new lover would. That nothing remained untouched or untainted on Draco's lithe body. It hurt him when he thought of someone he cared for turning away from him over something he had no control over, that he had done what he had to do to survive.

Draco felt the tears build again; he let them rush forward and fall down his alabaster cheeks. He let himself slide to the floor and hugged his knees as he let all the sadness, pain, humiliation and anger from the past six months flow over him. Draco needed to do this, to let it all out. After a while he calmed down and allowed himself to think about his situation and what to do now.

Draco accepted that he had done nothing to cause, or provoke what had happened to him. That he had done nothing to be ashamed of by submitting and allowing men to use him, Draco had done what he had to do to survive. But one thought barreled through the depressing thoughts; he had done nothing wrong, nothing was wrong with him.

That thought stuck with him, invaded every corner of his fractured mind and filled him with warmth. Draco was a victim in this; he was the victim of the cruelty of two men's hate. Why should he feel dirty and sullied when he had done nothing to ask for the treatment he had been on the receiving end of for the last six months?

Draco shouldn't and in the future when he allowed himself to take a lover, or companion, and his chosen couldn't accept his past, then that was their problem. Yes, it would hurt Draco, but he would not feel ashamed of what had happened to him, or accept someone who looked at him as less for it.

He was Draco Lucius Malfoy, a proud, intelligent and attractive pure-blood heir; no one had the right to judge him for the life he had led up until today. He would like to see those two arseholes, Weasely and Finnegan, survive what he had and come out with their body and sanity intact!

Those two bastards wouldn't have survived a week where Draco had been left; that fact Draco knew for sure. He was stronger than those two could ever be; pride filled him at that moment. He had lost so much, suffered as no one should but he made it out with emotional scars and unpleasant memories, but with no permanent or irreparable damage.

It would take a while to come to terms with what he had experienced, but he would not let it rule him. He would get better, stronger and rejoin his life in an honorable way. Working to make his life, his family's life better.

Once, he had regained his memories and assimilated them into his new personality Draco would begin rebuilding his life from the ground up. To hell with his Father and his pure-blood supremacy!

Had being a pure-blood stopped Weasely and Finnegan from kidnapping him and selling him into slavery? Had being a pure-blood stopped the men who had paid to fuck him? No, it had not! Draco would be proud of his family and his status, but that did not make him better than anyone else.

He would ascend into the higher echelons of their society on his own merit; not relying of his name or wealth. He knew that whatever he learned about himself these beliefs would not change.

Draco knew better now; he a pure-blood heir had lived and sold himself right alongside muggleborns and half-bloods. The customers paid more for their good looks or for a beautiful body but not a Knut more for their blood status. It was a hard won revelation but no less poignant.

He wondered if he would even like his past self. Would he be disgusted by the thing he had done, things his father made him do? Draco was beginning to think that was the case, but he resolved, once again, to watch it all with the detached view of one watching a play.

You feel for the characters in the story but have no emotional attachment to them at the end of the show. That was what Draco would do; he was no longer the same person he used to be, so the things his older self-had been through would be new to him, almost like watching someone else who just looked remarkably like him go through their life.

Draco would feel for his past self, as he watched the unlocked memories, but he knew they could not be changed; it was the production of his life up until six months ago. To move forward he needed the knowledge he had amassed before his memory was taken; things learned in school or valuable information regarding his social position and what was expected of him as the Lord of the Noble House of Malfoy.

Feeling better about his situation Draco peeled himself off the floor and made his way toward the large bath. Filling it with hot water and scented soap Draco slid in and relished the way his muscles relaxed as his mind shut down.

Draco didn't know how long he laid there but it must have been awhile since he looked like a raisin. Draco stood and stepped out of the tub, plucking up a large fluffy bath towel to dry himself with.

Once dried Draco made his way, completely nude, to his heavenly looking bed and slid under the soft blanket. Gods! This bed was amazing! Draco felt his body just sink into the soft sheets and mattress, completely enveloped in softness.

Sighing again, he shifted to get into a more comfortable position so he could rest his overtaxed mind. Draco hadn't felt this relaxed or safe in six months, and until this moment he hadn't realized how much living at the brothel had taken a toll on him.

Relaxing further he let his mind and body shutdown completely, safe in the knowledge that his mother was here, and he was in his home, where no one could hurt him or take him away. Draco drifted into a deep sleep with a smile on his pink lips.

Tada! Hope you enjoyed chapter 7!

This particular story is very plot heavy sorry about the lack of slash between our two guys but I'm working toward it. Patience Please! : )

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