With A Dragon's Heart

WARNING: This chapter contains extreme incestuous situations and non-consensual sex. If this disturbs you in any way, PLEASE do not read any further. This chapter is not done for enjoyment value but rather to show the brutal reality Draco faces day and night at the hands of his father. If there are parts in this chapter that seem like a deja vu, they are there for a purpose.


CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: The Forbidden Fruit


Draco knelt down beside his bed and gently laid his head on his father’s thigh. He hugged him the best he could from this awkward angle and tears fell silently on Lucius’ leg, slowly running onto the bed.

“Father, please,” Draco sobbed quietly. “Don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything you want. Just please, don’t hurt him.”

Lucius placed a loving hand on his son’s head and began stroking it as if it was fur.

“Draco,” he whispered. “How is it that you show him so much loyalty? Is he more important than I?”

“No!” the blond said without a hesitation. “You know that’s not true. I love you.”

A soft groan of disgust came from the other boy. Lucius pulled his head back further.

“Silence! You know nothing about a father and a son’s love!”

The boy’s eyes pierced up at him, but they seemed out of place holding Draco\'s steel-grey colour. Lucius smirked at a sudden idea and it showed plainly on his face.

“I think,” he began, as he lowered down to whisper in the boy’s ear. “That we will show you.”

His son gasped and the other blond merely narrowed his eyes.

“Father. Please. Not in front of him.”

The tall naked aristocrat slowly turned to look at Draco and cupped his chin to raise it higher.

“But son, we need to show him how much we love each other.”

Draco bit the corner of his lower lip and nodded once.

“You’re mad, Lucius,” the boy under him choked out.

In an instant, his bindings were removed and he was thrown off the bed, smashing against a chair. Lucius stood up tall and loomed over to him with his arms crossed. Draco ran to his father and clutched his arm with both hands and looked up with imploring eyes. Lucius responded by wrapping an arm around Draco\'s waist and pulled him in close. He summoned his wand and with a quick spell, the fallen boy was bound to the chair, naked and all.

“Get on the bed, Draco,” he said firmly, his eyes not leaving the other blond boy. He bent over and hissed at him, “Now, child, you will watch.”

Lucius crossed the room to where his son was sitting and looked back at the defiant boy. A smirk appeared.

“I wonder how long your potion will last,” he said glancing at the clock. “It’s been well over an hour. Could it be that it isn’t a potion at all?” Lucius asked with a grin.

The boy tied to the chair glowered with tightly pursed lips.

“Then again,” he said followed by a slight pause. “A strong wizard would be able to make a strong potion. He smirked again. “We shall see soon enough.”

Lucius turned his attention back to Draco and forced his son’s young white face to look at him because he was watching the other boy.

“Pretend he’s not here, son,” he whispered, running a thumb over his heir’s lips. “It’s time for your reward.”

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Lucius guided his son backwards and brushed his hand over Draco\'s face, to close his eyes. Draco let him and took a few deep breaths to still his pounding heart. He flinched ever so softly as a warm mouth lightly grazed his throat. The scent was so familiar to him that he instantly relaxed, letting his limbs fall into the bed. The gentle caresses from those tender lips gradually descended past his shoulders and paused at his chest to capture the part of him that always produced a suppressed moan. Draco opened his mouth to breath, feeling the presence explore his upper half with expertise.

“Please,” Draco whimpered, breathing hard.

But there was no answer. Instead his legs were parted and were showered with velvety kisses. The young Slytherin fisted the bedcovers, closed his eyes tighter, and bit his lower lip. The kisses continued everywhere except in the one place that needed the attention most. Draco squirmed underneath and began panting in anticipation. The sensations were electrifying and his body shuddered with an unexpected intensity. He dug his heels into the taunt back above him and his head pressed deep within his pillow. The blond couldn’t take any more torment.

Draco\'s body ached with frustration and his mind screamed, “Harry, please!”

At the same time, a long strand of hair touched the inside of his thigh and Draco\'s eyes snapped open with the realisation. They widened in shock as he took in the sight of his own father touching him. His heart leapt in his throat and quickly propelled his head to his right with a horrified expression, desperately crying out for help. But the dark angry eyes were fixed with hatred solely at the tall blond man who called himself ‘father’.

Lucius noticed the changed behaviour and sudden declining reaction of his son and stared up at Draco\'s panicked expression. His eyes followed the direction to where his son face was transfixed and sneered at the dark-haired man. His son’s face quickly darted back to his father. Draco shook his frantically.

“Please, Father. Stop,” Draco whispered with fear laced in his voice.

Lucius’ face twisted in fury. “What did you say?” he ground out, unable to conceal his anger.

Draco immediately shut his eyes and turned his head away, unable to look at his piercing glare. They opened abruptly, however, when a strong hand constricted his throat.

“I asked you what you said!”

His son’s fingers clawed desperately at his fathers grip, but it only evoked it to tighten further. Draco\'s entire body began to thrash and his lungs were screaming with excruciating pain from lack of oxygen.

“Damnit, Lucius! Stop it!”

The blond jolted his head over to the naked man and hissed, “You stay out of this, Severus.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Look at him, you bastard! You’re killing him!”

Lucius arched his brow with a sneer then looked down to his son whose eyes had already rolled back and his face turned white. He gradually loosened his grip and in an instant the boy started coughing, gasping for much needed air. Lucius sat back and watched as Draco\'s face began to show signs of his natural colour. He waited patiently for his son’s hacking to diminish, before leaning down just above his ear.

“I do believe that this is exactly what got you into trouble last summer,” Lucius said softly, then paused. “Isn’t it?”

Draco\'s tear-streaked face nodded and mouthed ‘yes’ for he knew he wouldn’t be able to answer through his damaged throat.

“It is only right then that I should punish you for your disobedience.”

“No! He’s not your dog, you son of a bitch, he’s your son!”

“Shut up!” snarled Lucius and he cast a silencing spell upon him.

Smirking with satisfaction, he turned back to Draco.

“Now. Where were we?”

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Narcissa jumped when the doorbell rang. She turned to look at the changed figure standing before her. Her eyes pleaded for some kind of help.

He shook his head at her. “No, Narcissa. This is your choice, not mine,” he stated simply. “I just hope you choose the right one,” he sighed.

And with those words, Harry apparated. Narcissa closed her eyes and held her breath. She hugged herself tight and tilted her head back. She jumped again when the doorbell rang for the second time. Looking over in the direction of the main door, she caught the sight of a portrait of Draco who was sadly staring back at her. She smiled weakly and barely nodded at him.

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The images from last summer were now flooding Draco\'s mind. He swore he would never anger his father again because the memories still haunted his dreams. But yet here he was, in his room, with his father, only four months later. And it was his fault. The fire in his father’s cold steel eyes said it all: this will be twice as bad. He thought maybe he could distant himself from this reality, but as nails clawed down his chest, he knew it would be impossible. Try as he might, his couldn’t close eyelids so he was forced to watch in horror just what was happening to him.

“Now Draco,” his father warned. “You will never deny me again.”

Severus silently screamed and fought violently with his bonds. He was completely wracked in guilt and was disgusted with himself for his failure to protect his only godchild. Again. He struggled mentally and physically as he watched, unable to do anything to save him.

Lucius braced himself on his elbow as his free hand scraped his nails deeply in the pale skin beneath him. The boy hissed and bit his lower lip hard to prevent himself from crying out. His father shook his head.

“No,” he stated. “This will not do.” Lucius accio’d his wand and thin strips of rope appeared, tying Draco firmly down by his wrists and ankles, stretching his thin frame. “That’s better.”

The tall blond aligned his body on top of his son, elbows holding up his upper half. He kissed Draco gently, almost chastely, before crushing his mouth against his lips. He pulled back just enough to bite the young boy’s lower lip hard. Draco screamed and his eyes began watering in pain. Lucius licked his son’s torn flesh and sighed.

“I remember,” Lucius said reminiscing. “Of how sweet your blood tastes.”

Lucius kissed again him fiercely as he sucked on Draco\'s tongue. The young boy gasped for air and when he was finally released, two fingers had been shoved into his mouth. Spittle covered his father’s digits and Draco knew that was the only help he was going to get. He remained absolutely motionless for a moment until the throes of agony hit him when his flesh was ripped open by a sharp nail, scrapping his skin. Before he had a chance to scream again, his mouth was engulfed with an invading tongue. Only a muffled yell had come out and was soon changed to a howl as he felt another tear inside him.

Thrashing his face back and forth, he was able to free himself of the brutal kiss, but a powerful hand instantly covered his mouth. An ocean of tears ran down his cheeks and he blinked in rapid succession to somehow plead with his unrelenting father. But no forgiveness was found. Any hope Draco had was destroyed when a third joined in, causing his body to buck and twist wildly as he felt the slashing and stabbing over and over.

The hand was suddenly removed and the torment had finally stopped. Draco closed his eyes and collapsed in a pool of sweat, breathing so loudly that he nearly passed out from hyperventilating. He fluttered his eyes open, but did not look up at his father but over at his furious godfather who was still thrashing within his trammels.

“You will look at me!” Lucius cried.

Just as the words were spoken, Draco\'s body convulsed instantly as the violent intrusion invaded his battered and bleeding flesh and he screamed so loudly that three of them didn’t hear the door slam against the walls as it burst open nor the yells that followed. They didn’t even see the flashes of light.


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