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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-9
Sin Part I
28th July, 2003
Three years have passed and I am tired of living like this now. I had not wanted to marry Astoria at all but I had to if I wanted to stay sane. Today, when I look at my son, Scorpius, I can't help feeling glad that I married her. She did it because she had known my condition and had always been my friend. She wanted to help me out so she agreed to marry me to sire me a son.
Severus had said that Scorpius would help stabilize my condition and that he would give me a reason to live and I agree that Scorpius did. The child is the only reason I am alive today. The theory behind it was that Veela lose their wish to live if they do not have their mate with them but my child gave me the will to live. I am not sure whether death wasn't a better solution.
I am slowly becoming mentally unstable. Scorpius gives me the will to live but he can't give the love I need. Only Potter can do that and he is happily married to the Weaslette. I don't even remember most of their names now which is a proof of my partial insanity. I have known them my entire life. Why would I forget their names?
Even after my repeated denials, Severus went and told everything to Potter. He had told me that he had not told him about my Veela inheritance on his marriage due to my wish but now Severus and father were left with no choice. My heat will start today evening and I am supposed to pay a visit to Potter though I have received no owl or any confirmation from the man.
I don't think that he would really accept me. I don't expect to return as a sane man from his house after my heat. So, I am charming this journal to automatically write whatever happens there. The journal will end when I lose my consciousness.
Son,
I am sure that you will read this journal some day. I hope you forgive Harry. He has not had an easy life. Perhaps that is why he couldn't accept me because he didn't want to lose the Weasleys. Forgiveness is divine, son and so I wish you forgive him. I also wish you grow into a nice young man and marry a person of your choice and have a nice and a beautiful life. I wish my misdeeds and my wrong decisions or my veela inheritance never cast a shadow on your happiness. I love you son, always have and always will. Please don't feel sad for me.
I wish we can spend more time in the future. You are such a nice little boy and I wish I get to know the young man you grow up to be but in case I can't, may god bless you with everything you want.
28th July, 2003 (evening 6 P.M.)
I have just apparated in front of Potter's residence. I am nervous and terrified as to how he will receive me. I don't remember a single day when he has spoken to me softly or even in a civil manner.
After hesitating for about five minutes, I ring the bell but receive no answer so I ring again and this time I hear his footsteps and terror fills me up again. I don't want to face him. I am afraid of him after what he did at the three broomsticks.
He opens the door and slurs "MMMalf- Malffoyy, is it your heat already?"
I am stunned to see that he is drunk. Maybe he had forgotten the date of my heat and it saddens me. I just nod silently.
He steps aside and welcomes me in. So far, he has been civil, if a little drunk and it relieves me a little. When I hear him lock the door, I whirl around in alarm. I don't want him to lock the door. Why is he locking it?
"Gii-givve me your wand." He slurs again and I am truly alarmed now. I won't be able to protect myself without my wand. My partial insanity has rendered me incapable to do any wandless magic. It requires a lot of energy and I have none left. I shake my head in denial and he glares at me.
"Give it to me Mmalffoy. Now-"
He stumbles towards me and wrestles the wand from my pocket somehow.
"Potter, give my wand back to me. I-"
I am shocked when he slaps me tightly on my right cheek in reply and slurs "Shut up. I have not allowed you to shpeak."
"You are drunk Potter. Just give my wand back to me." I request softly, not wanting to anger the other man, while simultaneously backing off a little.
In a second, Potter has come closer to me and slapped me again.
I shout and fall on the floor on my knees and elbows.
"Potter, please-"
"You had no right to turn my life upshide down. I hate you." Potter grips my hair tightly and brings his face closer to mine "You broke my marriage and took away my only friendsh from me."
Potter slams my face on the floor and I scream, tears of pain streaming from my eyes. Had I not been mentally unstable and therefore vulnerable, had I not been in my heat, I would have protested and left his house, but as it is, my wings are sprouting from my back and Potter slams my face on the floor again. This time I feel something trickle down my forehead. Only after watching the red droplets, do I realize that it is blood.
"Potter, please-"
Potter is staring at my wings and his face is completely blank. I have always wondered whether Potter would find my wings beautiful because they are beautiful, silver and long. The first word that leaves Potter's mouth is, "HIDEOUS" though and it breaks my heart.
He slams my face on the floor again and again. My knees and elbows have started to ache so much and I just want to leave but the word that Potter has just shouted shatters me. It breaks my heart into tiny pieces.
"YOUR WINGS ARE SO HIDEOUSHH AND YOU ARE ALSHO UGLY." Potter shouts again and this time he his pulling my wings away as if he wants to tear them apart.
I scream in pain which is not just physical.
"Veela are suppooshed to be beauty- butiful. You are so ugly." He laughs and jerks his hand away. I have just a moment to stand up. I was right. He will never accept me. He is drunk and is beating me and how is death not better than the insanity which I will suffer from after all this.
It would have saved me from the pain I am facing now. I just have a moment after which I find myself thrown on the opposite wall, my hands tied with a rope on either side of my head and my legs tied below me. I am so terrified and sad that I find it hard to breath. I wonder what he is going to do but I remain silent. I don't say anything. What can I say? He is my mate and I do love him even if he despises me with everything he has. This is anyways going to be my last sane evening and if my mate wants to beat me to death or insanity, then so be it. I brace myself for whatever is to come next .
I have never been whipped till date. That's what he is going to do. He has conjured a leather belt to whip me. My wings have drooped sadly. My mate is not interested in me or my wings. What is the point of going on?
I cannot help the first scream that escapes my mouth when the leather belt hits my stomach for the first time. I am wearing trousers and shirt but they don't ease my pain.
"Please, Potter" I plead and he mercilessly whips me again, on chest this time.
"Why, please, Harry, don't-" I slur incoherently.
"Bashtard, you broke my marriage. Why are you a veela?"
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