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Three Days Hiatus
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,808
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three - The next day.
[ three days hiatus, chapter three. (synopsis) -- It\'s been the day after that confusing day before, Draco\'s bored, starved and pissed. Now what does his father have planned for him? ]
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I’d been laying o bed bed of black sheets and covers, bored out of my mind in the mansion. Well, in my room was more like it. After my dad left I didn’t want to masturbate what I felt off.. oddly enough I wanted it to linger. It was morning now. I woke up early, since all I’d done was sleep yesterday… and here I was in pajamas. It was particularly cool in the mansion, and my room—I didn’t feel like setting up my fireplace, or anything else… today just blew. I would be missing the quidditch game, and my arms hurt from the damned cuffs. It was hard enough just to get in this black short sleeved turtle neck I’d bought.
Looking in the mirror earlier I saw a pinkish line down my back, from my dad’s claw. How I could explain this, I had no idea. Sometimes at hogwarts I would fall down the steps on purpose as a cover for the bruises my dad sometimes gave me. I didn’t even know why he tortured me so much, most of the time I believed he liked it.
My arms were behind my head, I was totally comfortable. The sun shone through the curtains, onto my pale feet. I wiggled my toes. That’s when I heard the most annoying of frantic knocks at my door.
“Master Draco, Master Draco!? Are you up!?” Cried a muffled whiny voice.
“WHAT!?” I yelled. Damn house elves…
“Tweedle requests permission to enter please.”
I wasn’t in the mood to see that ugly thing’s face, but it had to come here for some reason. Unlike Dobby, this one didn’t come up for every little thing or badger me around.
“Bugger.” Approaching the door, I nearly ripped it open. “What do you want!?”
“Master Malfoy orders you to come down for breakfast…” The little elid iid in a quiet, whiny voice, looking at me with it’s big blue eyes.
“Ugh, fine. Do I have to dress?” I glared at the elf.
“Master Malfoy did not say…” He clasped his hands together, fearfully, he was obviously scared of me. Good. Leverage.
“Alright, vanish.” I said. And right before my eye ace actually did. The first time I said that with Dobby, he actually did. We couldn’t find him for weeks. It was a good laugh, specially when my father beat the creature.
I headed down the staircase to down stairs, sighing… I was so hungry. The thought of food made me realize how starved I was. The cool marble stairs made my feet cold, but oh well. A little coldness never hurt. My pants were just pajama pants really, plaid articles. White grey and black. Into the dining room I went, with the huge table… and there sat my father. Already eating. A house elf ran from out of a kitchen right then, setting a plate of, well; breakfast infront of me. Eggs, pancakes, sausages, toast. And some coffee. I did like coffee. Picking up a piece of toast I looked at my father, who wasn’t looking at me at all. Instead he picked up a newspaper of the daily prophet and started reading. I sighed aloud. It echoed in the room.
“Do I really have to stay another day here? I’m going to miss classes. Daddy.” I grinned. I liked to tease him as much as he could. I munched on the toast… no answer, it seemed.
I saw him take a cup of coffee.. raise it, and sip. “Yes you will. If you work double time to improve your grade in Severus’s class, you’ll more then redeem yourself.”
I ned.ned. “What about the quidditch game!? I’ve practiced for weeks to beat that boy Potter. You hate him too, so I don’t see why you wouldn’t let me beat him.” There… that should get a response.
Instead he set his cup calmly down, inserting a piece of meat into his mou “Th “That is enough, Draco. There will be another game to do so.”
I hated when he acted like a real parent, and then he’d turn around and act like he wanted to fuck me. I sighed. Not even worth complaining over, I would just finish my food quietly. Wondering what else would take place. * * * ( TO BE CONTINUED ! ! ! )
[ I\'m looking for suggestions for the next chapter. ;) If you have an idea, please email me! -- thanksalcohol@aol.com ]
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I’d been laying o bed bed of black sheets and covers, bored out of my mind in the mansion. Well, in my room was more like it. After my dad left I didn’t want to masturbate what I felt off.. oddly enough I wanted it to linger. It was morning now. I woke up early, since all I’d done was sleep yesterday… and here I was in pajamas. It was particularly cool in the mansion, and my room—I didn’t feel like setting up my fireplace, or anything else… today just blew. I would be missing the quidditch game, and my arms hurt from the damned cuffs. It was hard enough just to get in this black short sleeved turtle neck I’d bought.
Looking in the mirror earlier I saw a pinkish line down my back, from my dad’s claw. How I could explain this, I had no idea. Sometimes at hogwarts I would fall down the steps on purpose as a cover for the bruises my dad sometimes gave me. I didn’t even know why he tortured me so much, most of the time I believed he liked it.
My arms were behind my head, I was totally comfortable. The sun shone through the curtains, onto my pale feet. I wiggled my toes. That’s when I heard the most annoying of frantic knocks at my door.
“Master Draco, Master Draco!? Are you up!?” Cried a muffled whiny voice.
“WHAT!?” I yelled. Damn house elves…
“Tweedle requests permission to enter please.”
I wasn’t in the mood to see that ugly thing’s face, but it had to come here for some reason. Unlike Dobby, this one didn’t come up for every little thing or badger me around.
“Bugger.” Approaching the door, I nearly ripped it open. “What do you want!?”
“Master Malfoy orders you to come down for breakfast…” The little elid iid in a quiet, whiny voice, looking at me with it’s big blue eyes.
“Ugh, fine. Do I have to dress?” I glared at the elf.
“Master Malfoy did not say…” He clasped his hands together, fearfully, he was obviously scared of me. Good. Leverage.
“Alright, vanish.” I said. And right before my eye ace actually did. The first time I said that with Dobby, he actually did. We couldn’t find him for weeks. It was a good laugh, specially when my father beat the creature.
I headed down the staircase to down stairs, sighing… I was so hungry. The thought of food made me realize how starved I was. The cool marble stairs made my feet cold, but oh well. A little coldness never hurt. My pants were just pajama pants really, plaid articles. White grey and black. Into the dining room I went, with the huge table… and there sat my father. Already eating. A house elf ran from out of a kitchen right then, setting a plate of, well; breakfast infront of me. Eggs, pancakes, sausages, toast. And some coffee. I did like coffee. Picking up a piece of toast I looked at my father, who wasn’t looking at me at all. Instead he picked up a newspaper of the daily prophet and started reading. I sighed aloud. It echoed in the room.
“Do I really have to stay another day here? I’m going to miss classes. Daddy.” I grinned. I liked to tease him as much as he could. I munched on the toast… no answer, it seemed.
I saw him take a cup of coffee.. raise it, and sip. “Yes you will. If you work double time to improve your grade in Severus’s class, you’ll more then redeem yourself.”
I ned.ned. “What about the quidditch game!? I’ve practiced for weeks to beat that boy Potter. You hate him too, so I don’t see why you wouldn’t let me beat him.” There… that should get a response.
Instead he set his cup calmly down, inserting a piece of meat into his mou “Th “That is enough, Draco. There will be another game to do so.”
I hated when he acted like a real parent, and then he’d turn around and act like he wanted to fuck me. I sighed. Not even worth complaining over, I would just finish my food quietly. Wondering what else would take place. * * * ( TO BE CONTINUED ! ! ! )
[ I\'m looking for suggestions for the next chapter. ;) If you have an idea, please email me! -- thanksalcohol@aol.com ]