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Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: I really don�t see the point in these. I think
we all know that I don�t own the damn thing. Except for my pathetic girlish
fantasies�but, it�s what gets me through my sleepless nights.

Okay, well, I have this story somewhat on fanfiction.net,
but you see, it kind of started becoming too intense so I decided to post it
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-I�ll be coming home

Just to be alone-

I set my bags by the door; I�d get them later. I was all
alone. I always was. Every summer when I came home from Hogwarts, I�d be alone.
I guess I had consciously gotten used to it, but part of me wanted someone. I
could have a friend over, if you even considered them that. The bastards either
befriended me for my money or because they were frightened of my father.

-Cause I know you�re not there

And I know that you don�t care

I can hardly wait to leave this place-

�Welcome home young Master Malfoy.� A stocky, old looking
house elf said while bowing.

Draco smiled sadly. �No need for formalities Demetri.� He
paused and looked at the head house elf. Demetri had been working at the Malfoy
Manor since before Draco was born. He had been in charge of making sure the
young Slytherin stayed out of trouble, so they were quite close.

He was one of the most intelligent house elves Draco had
ever met and that�s saying something considering how many worked at the Manor.
It was Draco who, as learning to read, shared his knowledge with him. And it
was Draco who provided his books and told stories, as he got older. His English
was impeccably good for a house elf.

Draco had given the house elf his name when he was little.
He was reading a little book about a boy and his talking dog Demetri. Hell of a
name for a dog, but from that point on, he called his house elf Demetri. He
explained that they looked alike.

�By the way how was Paris sir�er Draco?�

Ah yes Paris. I was too stay there for the summer. Narcissa
wanted me to meet and get to know the rest of the family. It was her side that
was in Paris. They were nice most of the time, spoiling me and all. I guess
they did have more of a Dark side to them. A few were death eaters, but a few
were independent I guess you could say. They were on neither side. I liked them
the best. I looked at Demetri and faintly smiled.

�It was fun I guess, better than here. I�ve only got two
nights to be here though, till I go back to Hogwarts.� He looked over at the
tired house elf and sighed. �Hey Demetri�you�ve been working hard I�m sure, why
don�t you and the rest of the elves take the night off alright?�

�But Demetri�d rather stay here and make sure you�re first
night back is an enjoyable one.� The older elf replied truthfully. He had grown
fond of the boy.

�Demetri, there is no need. I�m sixteen and you haven�t had
a day off since my birthday I�m sure. You only get days off when I�m here and
father isn�t. Go�have fun. Here take this and go out for the night.�

�Sir, that is an awful lot of money, Demetri could never��

�Father DOESN�T pay you! Take it, go.�

�Are you positive?� The elf asked hesitantly.

�Yes.� The house elf smiled and ran up to hug Draco. He
hugged back. Demetri informed all the other house elves and they all thanked
their humble master kindly. Demetri was about to walk out the door when Draco
spoke up. � Demetri��

�Yes sir?�

The blond haired boy looked out the window. �When will
Lucius and Narcissa be back?� He had long ago stopped calling them father and
mother.

The house elf sighed. �They left about a week ago sir, but
Demetri has no idea where to. They could be back any day now. Their bags
weren�t packed too heavily, �sides your mother�you know how her suitcase always
looks.�

�Thank you Demetri.� He walked out the door and locked it
for his young master.

-No matter how hard I try

You�re never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I�m better off alone-

Draco grabbed his bags and heaved them up the many flights
of stairs, not really sure why, he�d just be leaving in two days, and it was
already late. He reached the third floor of his manor and walked down the huge
hallway until he reached a hand carved black door. Opening the door to his dark
colored room, he dropped the set of bags down onto the plush carpet.

In school he had to change in appearance, especially to suit
his father�s expectations. He was getting sick of it though, always doing what
his father wanted, for Draco hated his father, and always had. Lucius was never
there, and he made every decision for Draco�s future. He didn�t want to be a
death eater or anything involving the �Dark Lord.�

The Slytherin hated having to constantly ridicule Harry
Potter. He always had to. Always. Having to leave the impression that he was
the best, and more superior than everyone around him� when he wasn�t.

And he knew he wasn�t.

Lucius wanted his son to become him.

Draco looked in the mirror at his black make up, tight
fitting black shirt with netting underneath, and chained pants. He wore a
matching spiked collar and his nails were painted in match. It was his favorite
color, despite many accusations. And, in black, you could hide. You could walk
through shadows unseen, you could cry in a corner and blend. You could walk
down the streets, and most would simply leave you alone, just by the sight.

I�m going to be alone for the rest of my life�why not
embrace it? He thought bitterly.

The light-haired teen brought out his favorite lighter;
black metal one, with the stereotypical death on the side. Its scythe was
drenched with blood. He pulled out a drag and lit it, then let the flame die.
He stuck the drag in his mouth, inhaling the relaxing, bittersweet addiction
and then letting the smoke flow out of his light pink lips. It was a horrible
muggle creation, he knew, but he loved them too much. It killed his stress
level anyway.

After a few puffs, Draco pulled up his netted black shirt,
letting it drop to the ground next to his bed. The familiar click from his
lighter hit and the flame arose once more.

-You always disappear

Even when you�re here

This is not my home

I think I�m better off alone

Home, home this house is not a home-

The flame danced in the dark gray eyes of the seventeen year
old boy. He couldn�t help but be enchanted by the beauty of it. Flames could
grow big or small, yellow, orange, blue, clear� they were always hot, and if
left alone, and they always burned. He held the glowing flame to his the pale
underside of his forearm. He got it close, taunting his desiring flesh with the
heat. Then finally, he placed it against his arm, holding it there for only a
couple of seconds, but that�s all you needed. The skin had boiled up and was
extremely red. But he loved it so. He had been doing it for years, and for
years it had helped.

The cigarette in his mouth grew short, so he tossed it in
his glass ashtray. He opened up his bag from school and grabbed a bottle of his
best spiced rum. It was a pretty big bottle, he guessed around a liter. He
opened the bottle and started drinking it heavily. Setting it down, he relaxed
and made an exaggerated exhale.

Over in his nightstand, he had various metal contents.
Anywhere from his knives to his morbid cookie cutters. The teenager had created
the last things himself. He opened it up, and grabbed a couple. If you really
looked at them, they didn�t look like cookie cutters. They were far too
detailed, but the stars and hearts the house elves had in the kitchen had
started to bore him early on. So, he concocted a spell to make his own �cookie
cutter� for lack of better title.

He picked out his newest, unused rose with thorns along the
edges. He put on a small kitchen glove and held the small object, only about 3
inches in circumference, out away from his body. He relit the lighter and let
the fire heat the metal. He could see it getting hot enough, so lifted the end,
where the design wasn�t present. He placed it down right next to his last burn.
When he let it up, the red, burnt skin had risen and taken the shape of a rose
with thorns.

Draco could only smile.

He threw off his upper half clothing revealing many designs
and many scars. The Slytherin grabbed his elegantly designed knife and let the
fire burn it too. The metal heated and he dragged it across the top of his neck
right above his collarbone and then again across his abdomen. The blood fell,
but only for a minute. It was deep, but with the elevated skin, the crimson
liquid wasn�t present for too long.

The young wizard waited a couple minutes and then finally
threw his shirt and netting back on. He lazily reached over for another drag.
He smoked it, and relaxed, closing his eyes, but not falling asleep. He just
lay there, trying to forget he existed.

Then suddenly the door to his room slammed open. � Draco!�

-By the time you come home

I�m already stoned

You turn off the TV

And you scream at me

I can hardly wait

Till you get off my case-

�What?� Draco replied nonchalantly. He knew it was his
father, and for the first time in his life he didn�t care.

�WHAT?� Lucius cried in a mockery. �How dare you answer me
like that!� He then did a double take on his son. �And what in Salazar�s sake
are you wearing? You look like a queer in that getup.�

With his two fingers, Draco lifted out his cigarette and
blew out smoke. �I believe they�re called clothes.� He answered sarcastically.
Still lying back, he placed the drag back in his mouth.

�No one in my family is allowed to wear clothes like that!�
His father stated in an uproar.

�Hmmm� must have missed that memo.� Draco stated while still
smoking. Out of anger Lucius walked over and grabbed the cigarette out of his
son�s month, threw it on the ground and stepped on it. Draco rolled his eyes
and went to grab another one, but Lucius snatched them and threw them into the
hallway. �What the fuck did you do that�� But Lucius shut him up by slapping
Draco clear across the cheek.

-No matter how hard I try

You�re never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I�m better off alone-

�How dare you speak to me in that tone! What gives you the
right?� Lucius said as he swiftly grabbed the boy up by the collar of his hated
clothing and held him near his face. �You�ve been drinking too.� Lifting his
son higher, he roughly pinned him against the wall. Draco would admit, that he
was a bit tipsy, but nothing too serious. Lucius leaned in and licked the
remaining alcohol that coated the younger of the two�s lips.

�Stop it!� Draco cried out as he kicked his father in the shin
and they both fell to the ground.

Lucius was the first to get up. Draco looked up at his
father and he felt the pressure and pain of the backhanded hit on the side of
his face. He went flying into his dresser, unable to move, but still tried to
pull himself up. All too soon, he felt the contact of his father�s boots
against his body, over and over again. The teenager�s vision began to blur at
the sides, as he felt his body weaken; coughing up into his shaking palm. He
tried to get up one last time�but he heard something escape his father�s mouth,
and a white light suddenly appeared. The next thing he knew he was chained to
his bed and his door was locked.

�What are you doing?� Draco asked irritably, watching the
death eater place the wand on the table.

�Whipping you into shape.� Lucius snapped.

He removed his shirt and gracefully walked over to his bound
son. Draco felt his father�s unloving lips pound onto his own. Lucius got angry
with his son, and how he refused to comply in him. The older of the two bit
hard against the younger�s lips, making Draco hiss in pain. Blood dripped down
from the side of his fair porcelain skin.

Lucius licked his lips and moved his snake like hands down
to the tight fitted black shirt and netting. He grunted in disgust as he eyed
it. He seized his wand once more and murmured a few words Draco couldn�t make
out. Again a flash of light, and his clothes were gone.

�Stop it! Narcissa will hear you�s-she�ll do something.� Draco
stuttered a bit as his father crawled onto the bed.

His father smirked as he sat back and looked at his son.
�You know how your mother is. A few drinks and she�s incapable to string more
than three words together without slipping. Plus, I�ll probably have my fun
with her after you.� He paused for a second and stared intently at his son.

�Now that I get a good look at you... I bet you haven�t had
sex yet have you?� He looked at his son blas� face. �Are you a queer?� He asked
in a laughing voice. But again, Draco�s face didn�t change. �Oh how fitting.�
Lucius paused. �Well I guess you�ll enjoy this then.�

�N-no don�t.� Draco stammered.

�Silence!� Lucius yelled, hitting his son across the face
and stomach more than needed to keep him quiet. � Now��Bending down, Lucius
reached his destination of a pink nub. Going further, he darted out his tongue
and circled his lips around it, until an abrupt sneer was heard and he bit down
fiercely. Small, droplets of blood ran down Draco�s chest, meeting more.

Lucius paused for a minute and sat up. He used his wand to
brighten the extremely dim lights. �What is all this?� Lucius asked referring
to the cuts and burns marks on his body.

-You always disappear

Even when you�re here

This is not my home

I think I�m better off alone-

There were shapes of all kinds, and fresh cuts along with
fresh burns. �You did this to yourself? So my queer, smoking, drinking, son is
also a masochist. Well, well, well� I never knew all this about you Draco.�

Lucius saw the lighter of Draco�s sitting on his bedside
table. He lit the muggle object and moved it over to light a black candle of
Dracos�. While the wax melted some, the death eater toyed and reopened his
son�s fresh wounds, causing Draco to flinch in pain.

Finally, the older picked up the thick candle and held it
over Draco. �Well, enjoy.�

He poured the wax, and watching it steam as it hit the cool
insides of the teenager�s cuts. Draco screamed out in agony. He didn�t find
enjoyment in this at all. The wax hardened in the crevasses of his cuts, making
them relentlessly sting. And with the remaining wax burning in the candle He
poured it onto Draco�s lips, making them burn like hell. His father gave him a
quick kiss on the dried wax covering the boy�s lips. He then flaked off the
pieces so that he could kiss the real thing, causing even more pain to Draco.
The cut on his lip was now deeper and it was bleeding again. Draco got enough
courage to bite his father�s advancing tongue.

�Still so defiant.� Lucius tsked.

Draco got a small rush of energy. He glared at his father,
making him look stern back at him. �I hate you Lucius.� He yelled to his
sadistic father.� I�m hated because of you. I�m not like you!� He cried out. �
I�m not some egotistical, rich prick! I�m not a future death eater! I�ll never
be like you! I�m sick of people thinking I�m this cruel prejudice bastard. I
want to be my own person!�

Lucius frowned sickeningly, leaning down close to his son�s ear.
�You�ll become what I say you become.� He spat. He straddled his son so his
hardened member faced him, the tip of it barely touching his bottom lip.

�No�� Draco said shakily.

�Now Draco, don�t make me angry.� Lucius hissed as he hit
Draco until he submitted.

Draco hesitantly opened his mouth, but before he could do
anything else, his father forced himself in his mouth. The older man started to move back and forth
into the teenager�s mouth, causing him to choke a few times. He couldn�t catch
a breath at all and the thrusts were directly hitting his face. He could feel
his father�s balls at his chin and his head was hitting the headboard over and
over; feeling the blood soak his hair and run down his neck. Doing nothing more
then pray to anything and anyone that he was doing it right and he would come
soon. His sad wish was answered as the seed of his father sat in his mouth. The
horrible liquid painting the insides of his mouth.

�Now swallow.�

�You sick�� Lucius had lost all patience. He pinned his
son�s neck to the bottom of the bed making him gag and sputter what was in his
mouth.

�Do it.� He commanded. Draco gave up and swallowed the
revolting substance. He felt it thickly go down his throat.

�Good.� He let go of
his son�s throat, watching as he sharply took in air. Draco�s weak eye�s
fluttered open a couple minutes later. He swore he could have broken down and
cried right then and there.

His father was hard again, and he knew he wouldn�t leave
until he was satisfied.

-Home, home

This house is not a

Home, home

This house is not a

Home, home

This house is not a

Home, home

This house is not a home�

I�m better off alone-

Lucius was sick of these cruel, childish games he was
playing with his son. It was time he truly taught him a lesson for rebelling.
His wand was used once more, and Draco was now chained on his stomach. Lucius
hovered over his son�s back, licking along the boy�s spine. Draco shuttered as
he felt the tip of his father�s member brushing against his opening.
�Lucius�please don�t.�

-No matter how hard I try-

He was still pretty wet from Draco�s mouth and his seed
still lingering on the outer edges of himself. Without warning, Lucius Malfoy
plunged into his son, Draco Malfoy, stealing away his virginity.

-You�re never satisfied-

�Ahhhhhhhhh!� No preparation, no lubricant. Draco could feel
himself rip. He could feel that splits continuing to enlarge. It hurt so badly.
He could feel the zippers of his father�s pants cutting the back of his leg,
scraping painfully. Barely breathing, barely conscious, Draco gripped his
sheets as innocent tears streamed down his tender cheeks, softly whispering to
himself. �Make it stop� make it stop� someone please make it stop.�

But it didn�t.

And nobody came to save him.

He had to wait it out. It was only a couple of minutes, but
it felt like hours. And with each thrust, he lost a little more of himself.
Maybe this was the real Draco Malfoy.

Then, there was that one, final plunge; it was so hard that
Draco saw stars as he screamed. �Father!� He came inside Draco, and panted on
top of his son.

After a few minutes or regulation, Lucius zipped his pants,
but first using Draco�s bed sheets to get the blood off of himself and his
pants. While readjusting himself, he bent down to his barely breathing son. �You finally called me Father again.� He
said smirking.

The door slowly creaked open revealing a giddy Narcissa.
�Hello�er� Draco right? Ya� having fun?� She giggled insanely and fell on her
ass. �Draco�what a funny name. I wonder who came up with it.�

Lucius rolled his eyes irritably. �Go to the bedroom whore.�
Narcissa only giggled and saluted Lucius. She stumbled once trying to get up,
but finally she got on her feet and made her way to the bedroom. �I�ll be back
for you tomorrow. Don�t miss me too much.� Lucius said laughing as we strode
out of the room and shut the door.

-You always disappear

Even when you�re here

This is not my home

I think I�m better off alone-

Draco couldn�t move. He felt so broken. He couldn�t even
cry; he could feel them trapped inside. Lay there, naked, bloodied, beaten�and
once more all alone. His bottom half seem paralized, and part of him wished he
would never feel it again. Draco�s eyes were wide, unable to even blink
correctly. �I�wish�somebody would�come�h-help me.� Draco rasped. Eyes blurring
with haze; hearing his parents moaning and howling. All the more wanting to
throw up.

Thankfully, Draco fell into a dreamless sleep.

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�Draco�Draco please wake up sir.� A familiar voice whispered
in his ear. Draco�s eyes shot open and he was about to scream, but a small,
gentle hand cupped itself over his mouth. �Shhh�shhh�Draco it�s me, Demetri.
It�s okay.� Demetri let go of his master�s mouth and let the boy exhale.

�F-father�where is he?� Malfoy asked in a panic.

�It�s okay, he�s asleep. It�s been a few hours since I left.
Are you okay?�

�Father�he�he�� Draco started, but tears fell from his eyes.

�Listen to me Master Draco, don�t let him win. He didn�t
break you; you�re stronger than him. You�ve never called him father, don�t,
it�s what he wants. Sir�you�ve got to stay quiet if you want to get out of
here.� Demetri stated in a hushed voice. � Demetri�d rather die then have you
stay here, but first, lets get you out of these.� He snapped his fingers and
the chains were gone. Draco slowly got up and the house elf handed him the
clothing he was wearing before. �Demetri is sorry you have no time to get
cleaned up, but you have to leave now.�

�Do whatever you can till you get to school. Demetri�ll send
you�re things to Hogwarts, and your books were already bought. Once you get on
the train and reach Hogwarts, you�ll be free of him sir. He can�t take you from
there. You�re safe there. And while at school you�ll turn seventeen you�re an
adult. But you must go now before he wakes up or Demetri�s sure he�ll keep you
here.� Draco bent down to the teary eyed elf and hugged him tightly. �Take care
of yourself�Draco.�

�Thank you Demetri.� The elf handed Draco his broom, his
wand, and what money he had left over from what Draco had given him earlier.
Draco reached into his drawer while Demetri wasn�t looking. He grabbed his
lighter along with his �cookie cutters� and his favorite dagger; putting them
in a small bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He opened the screen door to
his balcony. The young Malfoy got up on the railing only looking back to see
Demetri�s face one last time. Taking a deep breath, he flew off into the night
sky.

Once Draco was safely out of sight, the elder elf gathered
all of Draco necessities. He made sure they all touched his skin. Then he
snapped his fingers and he too was gone.

-Home, home

This house is not a

Home, home

This house is not a

Home, home

This house is not a

Home, home

This house is not a home�-

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I hope you guys didn�t mind the song. It was Home by Three
Days Grace. See, the song was the whole reason I started the story. Well, that
was the first chapter. Please tell me what you thought of it! I NEED REVIEWS TO
SURVIVE!!! Eh�please?

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