I Put On

NOT HBP AND DH COMPLIANT

A/N; This is the more graphic version of I Put On from FF.net. Rating for later chapters. This is all so my FIRST slash fic ever, so please be nice. :D

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Draco sat alone in the compartment of the train, harsh tear drops hit the windows in a furry as if being chased by Freddy Kruger. He just stared out the window, not like he could see out but it was the best he could do to distract himself from the possibilities of this upcoming final school year. He was now scum of the wizarding world, kicked to the curb by his family.

All of his inheritance, gone. All of the respect from the other pureblood families, gone. All the respect from his house of Slytherin, gone. Hell, all of the goddamn respect towards him was gone. His friends and family had left him. Draco hadn’t know where to go or who to turn to and was lucky to have only been disowned two weeks before he had to return back at Hogwarts.

It was a hot day, bright shining sun gleaming down on the Malfoy Manor. His mother had been out and his father at work, like normal he had the whole damn home to himself. Not expecting anyone home for at least two hours he had invited over a friend for a quick shag. The only problem with this was that this friend, was male. Draco’s father had no tolerance for gays, hell he proboly had more tolerance for Mudbloods then he has for gays. He had always scared Draco with his outlandish threats against being gay, he had rambled for hours about how a self respecting wizard would never be gay.

Draco had know since his second year that he was in different in the sexuality department, all though he never fully embraced it until several years later he had known and became terrified of his father’s wrath if he ever found out. Draco had never planned to be in a relationship with one of these men he shagged, he wanted one but knew that it was far too risky for both him and his partner. The quickies would have to do for the rest of his life. He planned to marry a women and have children, but there was no changing his sexual deviance.

Draco hadn’t even been inside his male friend for a minute when Lucius burst through the door. Lucius had just stopped and stared at his son who was on his knees behind another boy who was on all fours. Naked. Lucius had no emotion at first but it quickly turned to anger. Draco quickly pulled out of his friend and dived for his pants as did his friend who quickly dressed and ran for his life out of the room leaving Draco and his father alone.

“Are you tryin’ to play me boy? Do I look like a sucker?” Lucius hissed.

“N-N-No father.”Draco stuttered out.

“Really now, because that’s what this looked like you fucking FAGGOT. You, you are the soul heir to this family, and your one of THEM. Worse than the mudbloods. You have been come lower than anything in our society. My son… MY SON.” He screamed throwing a vase at Draco.

“Father please, your…. Your being irrational. I was just curious as to what it felt like to be with another man like that.” He whimpered.

“Curious? Cur-ri-ous? Lies, bloody lies. I want you out. OUT of my house. Out of my life. I want you far away from me and to never return to me. You are a disgrace to more than just my family. You are a disgrace to the whole RACE.” Lucius sneered.

“Father, please. This mayhem is all too much. Its… its.. out of proportion.” Draco pleaded with big eyes as two house elf’s popped into the room and began filling Draco’s school trunk. Lucius laughed.

“Out of proportion? You fool. Payback is a coming you will be running forever. Until I get my vengeance I will never end this mayhem against you.” With that Lucius left the room. Draco well knew what was meant by what he had said, ever pureblood family would know of this. Heck, the whole damn ministry would know of Lucius Malfoy’s queer son, Draco. Or well, former son. The two following weeks were a blur, he had gotten enough money to put himself up at a hotel in Diagon Alley for the two weeks. He owled Snape and wrote him a good forty inches, smeared with tears. He hated crying but it was all that’s all he could do. Write and cry.

Fast forward back to now, Draco wide eyed and shaky at the thought of his future, the amount of torture he is about to receive from his classmates. Knowing Pansy and her mouth it would be around the school in no time. The beatings would come swift and quick. Blows to his psyche and his stomach. God only knows what they’ll nickname him now, ferret doesn’t really seem to fit him anymore. His head snapped to the door of the train compartment he was seated in, he heard a familiar voice.

“Ron, I don’t believe you. Not only is Malfoy not gay, but I doubt his father and friends would stoop so low.” She said. ‘Granger’ Draco thought raising a corner of his lip in frustration, he closed his eyes tight and listened in on Granger.

“Its, Its true Hermione!” Weasel laughed out. “Malfoy is a fag, grade A meat packer. His father caught him fucking another boy in his room and disowned him. Besides, this is the Malfoy family we are talking about, there is NO lowest level for them to stoop to.“ Draco grit his teeth, shaking even more but this time not in fear, but in rage. The weasel was laugh at him, AT HIM.

“RONALD WEASLY DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT THIS.” Hermione preached. “There is nothing wrong with being gay. Do not call them fags, that is extremely rude. He may not be nice to us, but this is no reason to laugh at him.” Then a voice, deep stronger voice that didn’t crack or squeak like the weasel’s spoke.

“ Ron, I’m with Hermione on this one. I doubt this is true.” The voice said. Potter. Draco opened his eyes and moved closer to the door pressing his ear against it. Draco signed, so people didn’t believe it.

They wouldn’t believe it unless he admitted to it. He could hide it, brush it off of his shoulders. But people would notice his friends not talking to him, the lack of owls from home for him, him staying for Christmas break. He wasn’t sure if he should try and hide it or admit to it. Draco stood up from his seat, straightened his robes and quietly opened the door to the compartment. Potter, Weasel and Granger stopped their bickering and looked at him.

“Yes I am gay, I was kicked out, disowned.” He hissed glaring the three of them down. “Now will you all shut up and move on from here, I am trying to get some rest in here and your horrid voices are hurting my precious ears.” Weasel snorted and Draco sent him a look that could have killed. Granger shoved him away. Draco turned to Potter who was still standing there, staring at him. Draco crossed him arms.

“What Potty Potter? Never seen a gay man before? Bette run away with your friends before I rape you.” He sneered. “Or maybe you want that. Is that why your staring at me Potty?”

“Are you going to be okay?” Potter asked looking down and crossing his legs. Draco laughed.

“What does it mean to you? Need some more gossip? Have I not given you enough?” Draco hissed laughing. Potter sighed.

“I’m not looking for gossip Malfoy, I was just curious as to if your okay or not. You know, you’re not half bad when you’re not trying to act like your father. I know your human, you have emotions.” Potter said with a hint of annoyance, he looked Draco right in the eye.

“I’m just bloody fine Potty.” He said scanning Potter trying to see what he was at. Potter didn’t say anymore, he just began to walk around Draco not taking his eyes off of him. He was so close that he could feel his breath against his skin, creating goose bumps up his neck. Potter stop next to him, his arm brushing Draco’s. Draco turned his head and made eye contact with Potter, his face close enough to kiss. They just watched each other, hot breath tickling each other. Potter began to lean in closer, Draco took in a ragged breath, Potters lids became heavy and started to close. The door between the two train cars opened with a swoosh of the airlocks.

“Harry are you done with the faggy ferret yet?” Weasel said. Potter leaned back quickly and nodded, walking away from Draco and over to Ron, leaving the train car with him. Leaving Draco alone, confused and anxious for the school year to start.