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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-6
After Effects
Today, a month later, when I relive those moments, a lone tear falls from my eyes, even though I have tried not to cry since I got back from the hospital. I cry, not because of the pain the burn causes, but because of the pain that Potter had caused.
Wasn't it barbaric to humiliate someone in public just because his father was a death eater? Potter had assaulted me sexually, hadn't he, and people had simply watched. It had been entertainment to them.
These people, these hypocrite people who scream and shout and moan and cry for XXXjustice when something like this happens to their close ones choose to do nothing when the same thing happens to another person, just because it was the Great Harry Potter assaulting me sexually.
Potter had destroyed me. The newspapers were filled with the moving pictures of my arse which was hanging in the air being spanked by Potter and I couldn't show my face to my parents even. Severus's reaction had been the most disturbing. He had left the manor soon after he had read the newspapers and had returned a day later. He didn't answer me even though I pleaded, choosing to answer curtly "Your Mr. Potter is alive. Don't you worry? I will not let him die until he has been punished enough for what he did to you."
Even after my repeated pleas, Severus had been stubbornly silent, refusing to even look at me. Father had retreated to his study, coming out only for the meals and even then he didn't speak at all. The most worrying thing was that he did not look at me, not even once.
I had known that father and Severus would never leave me alone on my first heat, knowing that it would be the most difficult period for me, so I had waited for them to recover from the shock.
I had stayed in my room the entire day. It's almost midnight and my heat will begin in about five hours. I know that I must sleep but I just can't, though I am very tired.
A knock brought me out of my musings and I replied "Enter."
The door opened and just as I had guessed, it was father and Severus.
"Draco, you must sleep." Father did not look at him. He was looking at the wall.
Severus sighed and sat beside him "Please have some sleep. The next four days will be very difficult for you. Lucius and I have created a potion that will help you but it will only help a little. A veela needs to be close to his/ her mate during his heat and no potion can substitute that."
"I didn't do anything. It was all Severus." Father said his eyes on the wall.
I knew that father was blaming himself for everything. Even Draco had enough sense not to blame his old man for everything so he decided to confront his father.
"Father, look at me please."
His father stayed stubbornly silent, glaring daggers at the opposite wall.
"Please, father, look at me."
"Don't tell me that it's not my fault." Father glared at me too.
"To some extent, it is. But it's Potter's fault too. It is also the fault of people who were watching me get assaulted in silence."
Severus flinched at the word 'assault' and Draco sighed "Both of you have to accept at some point that your son was abused and destroyed publicly. "
"He destroyed you Draco." Father's voice was full of venom.
I turned towards Severus who was glaring at the wall, lost in his thoughts.
"I know and we sow what we reap father. Potter will have to pay for what he did to me, not today or tomorrow but someday."
"Oh! I will make it sure that Mr. Potter gets punished for what he did." Severus snapped angrily.
A thought passed my mind. I didn't want Potter to know that I am a Veela. He can't know because he is getting married.
"None of you has told him that I am a veela, have you?" I asked worriedly "He is getting married tomorrow and I don't want disturb his married life."
"What about your life, Draco?" Father asked, his voice dangerous and low. Gone was the man who had borne insults from Draco. This was the man whose wrath the whole wizarding world should fear "and don't say that you don't matter if you want the manor intact."
I swallowed. Now I knew that father's anger had been accumulating in the past month.
"Your father is right. We will see to it that Mr. Potter is punished."
"Punished for what, precisely?" I asked in a small voice.
"for ruining you." Severus snapped.
"Another thing Draco. We are going to tell him that you are a veela. It's your choice to accompany us or not." Father said and he was already leaving.
I gasped in alarm "Father, wait."
"No. I am not going to listen to you." Father snapped.
"What right do you have to go against my wishes? He is my mate and this is my life."
Suddenly, Severus stood up and walked towards father. They presented a very strong team together.
"We have a right because we are your parents. Even if we had not got married, you have always been my godson."
"We will do what is necessary even if you don't want to." Father crossed his hands and looked at him sternly. Gone was the broken man I had seen just a month back. Gone was the man whom the dark lord had subdued. This was Lucius Malfoy in his full glory and no power could stop him now.
I just looked away in frustration, snapping "Suit yourself then. Do what you must."
"You will sleep Draco." Severus instructed him and he stared.
His father left no room for discussion when he continued "Don't make me give you dreamless sleep."
"Okay." I replied, getting into the covers.
"When you wake up , drink the potion in the green vial on your side table." Someone said but my eyes were closed so I didn't see who it was.
"Hmmm." I replied and felt twin kisses on my head.
They loved me so I slept. They loved me so I let them do as they wished. I trusted them with everything. After all, I had no-one else. I fell asleep after they left.
28th February to 3rd March.
I have never experienced such agony in my life, though the potion lessened my pain somewhat. My wings are beautiful. They are silver and long and I can't help but wonder if Potter would have liked them and when I see his wedding pictures all over the newspaper on the day I got my wings, the first day of my heat, an unbearable pain makes me scream loudly.
He is showing off his wife and I guess that isn't wrong and the fact that father and Severus had returned and refused to answer any of his questions proved that Potter didn't care about his life.
The second third and fourth day were not any better. I had wailed my heart out on the first day when my wings had sprouted and on the second day, I had chosen to hide in those wings in the corner of my room. Had my mate been with me, I would have laid down beside him and he would have talked to me and his presence would have been enough but my mate was not there and he had married Weasley and I was in agony.
Even though my health had deteriorated, I was still beautiful.
Potter would have complimented me.
Potter would have kissed my cheeks softly.
Potter would have caressed my wings and I would have wrapped them around him.
Potter. Potter. Potter.
His name was all I could think about.
My parents tried to hide the newspaper from me but I still found it somehow and stared at his pictures. They were all I could have.
I caressed his face in the picture and it was nowhere near enough but it was something at-least.
If this was love, then it would be better to die. His love confined me. It destroyed me and bound me to this earth. I couldn't die, not just because my parents wanted me to live, but because I didn't want to die. I could see him and perhaps, someday I will prove to him that I am not evil. Someday, he would know that I saved him and many other people and perhaps he would love me that day. This hope kept me alive, his love kept me alive.
Was this life or was this death. I was huddled in a corner of my room, my silver wings wrapped around me, a picture of despair and pain. My face was streaked with tears and I wanted to die.
Somehow, somehow I was still breathing by the end of the fourth day, though barely. When I stared at my reflection in my mirror at the end of the fourth day, I couldn't even recognise myself. My beautiful wings were drooped sadly and my eyes were haunted. I was too thin and my lips were dry and chapped.
I was horrified to see myself.
What have you done to me, Potter?
Why do I love you so much?
Why didn't you just kill me that day, instead of humiliating me, instead of taking away my dignity from me?
It would have been better if I had simply died.
I slept that night with tears in my eyes and a painful song on my lips. I sang for the love I lost due to no fault of mine. My song didn't stop even when I heard a thud outside my door.
But tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Father will wear his mask of indifference again and Severus will get back to brewing, trying to find a permanent solution to my problem, but I knew there was none.
I knew that this was the beginning of my end. It was just the beginning. The end was far away, too far away.
As I my eyes closed and my wings retreated, I couldn't help but pray to god to shorten my pathetic life, to bring my end closer, thereby ending my agony.
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The entry ended here and Albus turned the page.
The next entry read:
1st October, 2003
Albus turned one today. He is really-
Albus stopped there and then. His father's entry had started so abruptly. He did not want to think about his father or talk to him right now. He was disgusted and angry with dad and it would be better to stay away from the man for a few days.
He thought back to Draco's last entry and sulked. He did not want to face what Draco had faced in his heat. His own heat will start soon and he was pretty sure Scorpius won't co-operate with him, considering his anger for his dad which was justified.
He yawned and decided to talk Scorpius at breakfast about his first heat which will be exactly after a month.
Albus slept with sadness in his heart. He would never wish such a fate on anyone, not even his enemies and his dad had been so cruel to his own classmate.
Shaking his head, Albus closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Albus had always been an early riser. At home, he used to jog but at Hogwarts, he just used to exercise for an hour or so daily. So he exercised and showered. Having taken a shower, he went straight to have breakfast since he would have to talk to Scorpius after breakfast and that would be very difficult.
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Scorpius had just finished his breakfast and was about to leave the Great hall for Charms when he heard a soft voice.
"Malfoy"
He turned around to find Potter standing at some distance from him, looking utterly terrified. He was looking everywhere except Scorpius and Scorpius had a hunch about Potter's strange behaviour.
The corridor was empty, seeing that it was still early. Scorpius also had a hunch as to why Potter had chosen an empty corridor to talk to him.
"Well, get on with it, Potter. I can't remain standing here all day." He snapped at the green eyed boy, who visibly flinched at his tone.
"Pl-please follow me." Potter turned, expecting Scorpius to follow but of course Scorpius didn't.
"Why?" He asked.
"I want to talk to you about something important, well, at least it is important to me."
Scorpius looked at the boy with guarded eyes. Now, Scorpius was sure that it was about Potter's first heat. Scorpius had thought a little over the past few days and decided that he would be a better man than Harry Potter. He would not destroy Potter like his own father was-, Scorpius stopped thinking because the thought of his father always made him angry and he had to remain calm otherwise he would scare Potter off.
"All right. Lead the way, then."
Potter just stood staring at him, shock written all over his face.
Scorpius raised his left eyebrow and sneered "What! Had you expected me to drag you to the great hall and bend you over the desk to spank you in front of everyone just because you want to talk to me about your first heat? I am not insane."
Potter's mouth fell open and Scorpius decided to enlighten Potter about his rights "I want you to know certain legal facts, Potter. No. 1 fact is that it is your right, as a veela to have your mate close to you during your heat."
Potter stared and Scorpius wanted to scold the boy for never talking about this with anyone.
"No. 2 fact is that Veela do not need to have sex during their heat. Simply lying together would suffice and if you don't want that, you can avoid it. You need your mate around you and you need him to accept you."
Potter kept on staring at him and Scorpius continued "No. 3 fact is that if I hurt you or try to assault you or take your advantage during your heat, you can drag me in the court of law. My being your mate does not give me a right to rape you."
Potter blinked some more.
"No. 4 fact is that you can hurt me physically if I hurt you in any way. This is not a Dom/sub relationship. It's like marriage that the parties concerned don't want to keep."
"I-" Potter started and Scorpius raised his hands to quieten him.
"Just because your father was a bastard to mine, it does not mean that I will take revenge from him through you. I won't do it Potter and I will not hurt you and before you splutter some more, yes I will be there during your first heat. May I know the date?"
Potter looked amazed as he replied "1st October which means in a month."
Scorpius simply nodded and replied "I won't ruin it for you. I would like to think that I was a better man and that I didn't-" Scorpius stopped abruptly when he felt a lump in his throat. The fact that his father had gone through so much agony made him cry sometimes. He could not stop his eyes from shining from tears, though they didn't spill. He just blinked them back and turned towards Potter who was looking at him with immense sadness in his eyes.
"I am sorry, Malfoy."
Scorpius dismissed the boy with a wave of his hand " I need time to get used to -er this veela thing."
Where had this come from? I had not decided to say this.
Potter nodded, his eyes shining with happiness "You can take as much time as you need."
He just turned to leave and heard Potter whisper "Thank you, Malfoy."
He replied back softly "Scorpius, Potter. My name is Scorpius.", not knowing why he had asked Potter to call him by his first name. He had not planned on it either.
His happiness is infectious. Scorpius decided and just walked to his first class, Charms. The huff of laughter that Potter gave did not go unnoticed and Scorpius felt proud of himself for making Potter smile. The boy had been way too sad for the past few days. Scorpius knew it was because of his father's journal.
Scorpius shook his head sadly, staring ahead and wondering if acceptance from Mr. Potter was all his father had wanted.
I would never know what my father wanted…
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