Hello guys :3
My second fic here! Yay!
This is gonna be slash; DM/HP – no like, no read, ok?
A n o t h e r T i m e
Prologue
The sky was the first thing he saw after he awoke; a light blue, the colour of a fresh autumn morning in Great Britain. It was quite beautiful; there were trees all around, the crowns ruffled now and then by a gust of wind, a few rays of pale sunlight reaching into the clearing. The still dew covered grass was pleasantly cool against his skin.
But the lovely scenery stood in stark contrast to state the boy was in. His skin was burning hot, a sheen of sweat covering his more then pale form. Very dirty and splattered with blood, his clothes ripped and unable to move more then an inch, he made a very pitiful sight. Were the situation any different he would object greatly to being described in such an undignified way, not that he would have let anyone see him in a vulnerable position like this one, but as things were now he could not even bring himself to care.
Draco Malfoy had never thought he would once find himself in this situation. He only wanted it to stop; the ache of his muscles and bones, the dizziness and the sickness that seemed to strengthen every time he so much as shifted. His head was pounding, becoming worse with every second and slowly he gathered the strength to raise his hand to his brow, hoping his finger's cool touch would ease the pain in his temple.
He stayed like that for a few seconds and had just opened his mouth to release a relieved sigh when another burst hot white pain hit him, sharper and more vicious then he had ever felt before.
A flash of white...
** A door opened. He knew it; the one of his own room.
Though he did not recognise the man entering.
And slowly the door closed again... **
Draco did not immediately place what he saw. But there certainly was something... stirring... in the back of his mind...
** "Now be a nice boy and do as I say"
An arm pulling, dragging him closer. Closer then he wanted to be... **
'A memory...'
** "It's alright, you don't have to cry... every big boy does this..."
Hands. Touching... Hurting...
His mama had told him not to let anyone touch him there...
He did not want him there... **
'No, this never happened! Not like that...
Sev, came! I know he did. I remember...'
Draco had turned onto his side, curling slightly into himself and ignoring his protesting muscles. Fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it, trying to hold onto something. Eyes shut tightly in a desperate attempt to shut out those pictures.
** "You are a big boy, aren't you?"
A bitten tongue, a choked scream. The salty taste of tears...
Pain, so much pain...
Hurting... tearing... bleeding...
The coppery one of blood... **
He pushed himself up onto his elbows for a moment, vomited, before sinking down again only inches away. He lay curled up into himself like a terrified child, shaking violently and trying without success to keep tears behind closed eyes and sobs behind closed lips.
** "Such a shame. I really loved... playing with you..."
A disturbing grin, distorted and sick...
The man, blurry from tears, advancing onto him...
Pain again... but this time short, followed by a tingling warm feeling...
and then... darkness... **
And the tears won.
So, what do you say?
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I'll try to update every Sunday/Monday – if I don't manage that it will be every second week.
Bye :3