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Title: Love Hurts�Prologue

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Author: Constant Vigilance

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God. I own nothing.

Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby�s
going.

Spoilers: Book Five.

Summary: Love according to
Lucius Malfoy.

Pairing: None (this section)

Warnings: None (this section)

Love Hurts�

In the days after Voldemort�s
resurrection he lay low, keeping quiet. Most people were lulled into a false
sense of security, which boded quite well for him, for when he finally
struck�he struck hard. He leveled Hogwarts, killing the staff as they sat over
morning coffee in the teacher�s lounge.
Killing the students who were stupid enough to attempt to stop them.
Taking the pretty ones, the children of the light.

Some of his kills included Ginny
Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Pansy Parkinson of all people. Some of his
captures included Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly,
Draco had defected to the light side after watching Lucius Malfoy kill
Narcissa. She had made the mistake of protesting her son�s forced involvement
with Voldemort. It was her last mistake.

And so, Draco Malfoy had joined
Harry Potter, defender of light, and Ron Weasley who had suffered the loss of
most of his family early on. They would have been a quartet, save that as soon
as Ron and Hermione had announced their intentions towards one
another�Voldemort had her killed.

Thusly, it was only three young
and confused boys who became the central rally point on which the forces of
light placed their hopes.

Until they were captured

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Love Scars�

Ron looked warily around the empty
room. The fact that it truly had nothing at all in it did not bode well. It
could only mean that whatever torture Lucius Malfoy had planned for him in here
was to be delivered by the man himself. Ron would rather take the rack than
submit to that filth. The filth that murdered his baby sister.

His throat felt tight as he
remembered the last time he�d seen her, limp body held in the air by
aristocratic hands buried in flame red hair. Lucius Malfoy�s evil smirk
lingered in his mind even months afterward. The blonde man had pointedly waited
until Ron made eye contact with him before apparating away with his sister�s
body. Not even the chance to bury her.

Deliberately, he forced his
thoughts away from remembering. He let his mind drift, wondering if Harry and
Draco were sitting in similar rooms somewhere else in the Death Eater compound.
He sat up straighter as he heard footsteps approaching. Even after months
of �conditioning� he still found it
difficult not to cover his naked form, but he determinedly held his hands to his
sides as he lifted his chin in defiance. That chin dropped in shock at the
figure stepping into the room.

He expected more Death Eaters. He
expected Lucius. Hell, he expected Voldemort. He expected anyone�anyone but the
one person who walked through the door.

�Ginny?�

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Love Wounds�

Draco sighed and tried to find a
comfortable place for his naked arse. It wasn�t easy on a floor cold enough to
permanently geld him. He wondered once again how he�d come to see this side of
his father�s �play room�. In the past, he�d been the one on the outside of the
door, smirking at the reaction he was about to wrest from the unknowing victim
on the other side.

He�d run the length of a whip
through his delicate hand, loving the feel of the leather, whilst his father
explained to him once again how small and precise wrist flicks were better for
blood flow than harsh and hard. He�d wait, eagerly, for the door to swing
open�for the expression on the victim�s face. He�d smile, a cold and bitter
smirk, actually feeling a pang of pity for the idiotic fool who managed to fall
from his father�s good graces.

He allowed himself a small flinch.
And now, he was the idiotic fool. He was the one waiting with baited breath.
His would be the expression-laden face that would make his father smirk. And
his mother�s death was for nothing. Voldemort had still gotten his hands on
Draco. And he didn�t know what was worse�being Voldemort�s slave, or his
prisoner.

The door cracked open and Draco
took a deep breath, resigned to the next few hours of pain. Resigned to a role
reversal he�d never imagined. ~Just look up, Draco. Just get it over with. ~

But he couldn�t.

Until he heard that voice.

�Draco?�

His head shot up, hope/horror/fear
filling his heart.

�Mother?�

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Love Mars�

Harry watched the door shut behind
his smirking captor and wondered why they even bothered anymore. They had to
know by now that Harry wasn�t going to give them a reaction. He never screamed,
never cried. He never winced nor begged. Yet they always smirked, always poked,
always pushed to see if they could be the one to break Harry Potter.

He could have told them.... if he
was so inclined�that he couldn�t be broken. Of course, they should have figured
that out for themselves by now. Look how many times he�d suffered Voldemort�s
attempts. He�d lost his family, his friends, his freedom. He�d lost everything,
but he was still unbroken. In the face of the indignities offered by the Dark
Lord and his Death Eaters, he stood serene.

cla class=MsoNormal>Perhaps his time was over; his
term as World Savior had ended. But he knew that he had done his part while it
had lasted. He knew he had lived up to his parents� hopes for him�Sirius�s
hopes for him. And he kept that thought in his mind always. During times of
torture, during times the horror stories of events occurring just outside of
the compound, during his nightmares he kept that thought. His parents, his
godfather would be proud of him.

He settled himself as comfortably
as was possible with naked flesh pressed against cold stone and he waited.
Soon, he could hear the footsteps outside his door. Hmmm. Two sets. Perhaps
Lucius wanted to impress his latest fucktoy with his impressive �capture� of
the Golden Boy. Harry sighed and turned to face the door. Perhaps he couldn�t
be broken, but that didn�t mean he enjoyed the punishment he received when he
did not do as Lucius commanded.

The door swung open and Lucius
stepped inside, a smirk on his face to rival that of the previous guard. As the
second body moved in behind the blonde, Harry realized what the smirks were
for.

�Oh, my God�Sirius?�
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