With A Dragon's Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
34
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21,803
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75
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CHAPTER NINE: The Flashbacks part one
CHAPTER NINE: The Flashbacks part one
“When did it start?”
“I can’t even remember a time before.”
Harry softly gasped.
Draco only nodded.
“The real first memory of something happening was when everyone was out of the mansion. Except the staff, of course.” Sigh. “It was during a time when us Malfoy’s threw parties for weeks on end. One of the nights, while everyone went out to celebrate, ‘he’ insisted to stay behind and look after me.” Draco snorted at the irony of it.
“He?”
“Someone close to my family.”
“Who?”
“I cannot say.” Pause. “If anything came out about this, well, lets just say, people would question the stability of the ‘Malfoy’ lineage,” he smirked.
“Surely your mother and father…”
“Oh, my father knows. I think my mother has suspicions.”
“Your FATHER….”
“Don’t, Potter. You’ve seen my father and the ways he treats me. He’s never been a loving man. I suppose in some sick way, he thinks of it as some form of education,” he snorted. “Besides, what would the wizarding world say if Lucius Malfoy actually had feelings for his son? No, he treated me just as cold and uncaring within our own home.”
“And your mother?”
“Out of the house, she was distant. A true Malfoy. But when we were alone, and away from father, she was warm and tender.”
“Well, at least you had SOME affection, right?”
“A mothers affection, yes. And also with ‘him’ it was….”
“But by the way you’re talking about it, it still sounds like rape.” Harry interrupted.
“No, Potter. Its called molestation.”
Harry gasped and threw his hand over his mouth.
“It’s the worst form of abuse that I know of.” Pause. “You’re made to feel loved. To have trust in someone. And right before your eyes, you learn later that your innocence has been involuntarily taken away from you.” Another pause. “The pathetic part is that I actually looked upon him as a father figure.”
Harry closed his eyes. He whispered, “When did it stop?”
Draco lowered his head. “It hasn’t yet.”
Harry sprung up. “WHAT?”
“Potter, don’t. All right? Just. Don’t,” he said, waving a hand at him.
“How can you just let it…”
“Something\'s are just better to be left alone.”
“WHAT? HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE AND SAY THAT?”
Draco shot him any evil look. “And what about YOU?”
Harry moved his head back and furrowed his eyes.
“Don’t give me that look. You know damn well what I’m talking about!” Harry looked down and nodded. “Tell me, Potter. Tell me that it still doesn’t happen to you!”
Harry nodded again.
“So don’t YOU tell me what I should do! You can’t even do anything about your OWN problems! Can you?”
Harry slowly shook his head. Draco gave a grunt and stood up. He began pacing, running his fingers through his hair.
“Did you ever… I mean, does anyone know?”
Draco spun around and folded his arms. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Severus.”
“Professor Snape?”
Draco nodded as he looked away. “He has known for quite awhile, being close to my family and all. He was the one who helped me realize that what was happening to me was wrong.”
“You didn\'t know that?”
Draco advanced with his hands on his hips. “HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN!”
Harry’s flushed and diverted his eyes. He whispered, “Sorry.”
Draco huffed and still held his glare. Harry felt Draco\'s eyes burning into him.
Looking back, Harry apologized again. “I’m sorry, Malfoy. I really am.”
Draco looked away but kept his lips pursed tightly. He spun on his heels and started pacing again. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. After minutes of pacing, Draco finally stopped at Snape’s desk just across from the bed. He placed his hands on the edge and leaned on his arms. His head dropped down to his chin and he sighed.
“I wished I could’ve done something, but I couldn’t. Even after I learned that it wasn\'t normal, I still couldn’t do anything to stop it. Sometimes I hated myself for that, but other times I secretly longed for his touch.” Draco heard Harry gasp behind him. Draco scoffed.
“Pretty pathetic, huh?”
Harry didn\'t answer. He knew Draco said that rhetorically.
“I had just taken my evening bath.” Draco started again right where he left off. “He was waiting for me. I wasn\'t even aware that he stayed behind.”
~*~*~*~*~
“Good evening, Draco.”
Draco removed the towel that was drying his hair. “What? Why aren’t you with the others?” Draco asked in his young innocent voice.
The man merely smiled and motioned Draco to come over to where he was sitting. “Too boring. I thought I’d stay here and tuck you in. Is that all right?”
Draco\'s face brightened. “Yes! Of course!” and Draco rushed over to him.
The man examined Draco supple body and softly scoffed. “You missed a spot.”
Draco began to twist around, looking for that ‘dirty’ spot. “Where? I don’t see it.”
“Its behind you.”
Draco\'s face turned pink and giggled. “Oh. I couldn’t reach it.”
The man’s lips curled into a soft smile and whispered, “Well come along. Lets take care of it, shall we? You can’t go to bed still dirty.”
“All right!” Draco said gleefully.
The man ushered him back into the bathroom and noticed the bath was still drawn.
“Hmm.” The man moaned questioningly.
“What is it?”
“I just noticed my hands are dirty too. Better wash them off in the sink.”
Draco looked down. “Oh.” After hearing the water running, he happily offered, “Why don’t you take a bath with me?”
The man slowly turned around with a feral grin. “I don’t know, Draco. I don’t know if that would be proper.”
“Why not? We’re both men, right? I mean men use the bathrooms together, don’t they?” he happily asked.
“Hmm. You are correct. Such a smart boy you are, Draco.”
Draco stuck out his chest and beamed.
“Get back in the tub then, you don’t want to catch a cold.”
“All right,” Draco said smiling.
The man began disrobing and could feel the young pair of eyes watching every inch of flesh that was being exposed. He turned to face Draco and he stood in front of him with a semi hard erection. Draco\'s eyes opened wide in awe. The man softly smiled and stepped into the tub behind Draco.
“Wow. I hope mine gets as big as yours!” he exclaimed.
“I have no doubt that it will, young Draco. Now stand up so I can wash you off.”
Draco sprung to his feet causing the water to splash. He looked back at the man and quietly giggled.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right. Now stand still.”
“All right.”
The man reached for the soap and a washcloth. He scrubbed it into a large lather. He began washing Draco\'s back and then lowered it to his bottom.
“Hmm.”
Draco looked over his shoulder. “What? What is it?”
“Did you clean this area?”
Draco put his hands in his face and shook his head.
“Draco, really. You know you must clean ALL parts of your body.”
Embarrassed, Draco sheepishly replied, “I sometimes forget.”
The man sighed. “Well, just remember next time, clear?” he said firmly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
The man nudged Draco\'s legs apart and ran the washcloth between his legs and up between his cheeks. Draco stifled a laugh.
“Are you all right?”
Draco nodded. “It just tickles.”
“Well I apologize.” And the man removed the cloth.
“No. It’s all right. It just... it just… It needs cleaning, right?”
“Yes it does.”
The man moved Draco forward and stood behind him on his knees. He was inches away from Draco\'s body and reached down again between Draco\'s cheeks. He wrapped his other arm around Draco\'s chest and gently eased young Draco to lean against him. Draco felt so loved. So safe. The man raised the cloth back up to Draco\'s cleft and slowly rubbed it towards his hips. He moved it around towards Draco\'s front. He pulled Draco in closer. He began cleaning around Draco\'s genitals. Draco heard the man breathing heavily.
“Did you pull it back and clean here?” he whispered, touching it with the washcloth.
“N-no sir.”
“Would you’d like me to?”
“Oh, yes sir.”
The man smiled and began scrubbing it roughly. Draco gasped.
“I’m sorry, Draco. It seems the cloth is too rough for your delicate skin.”
“Y-yes,” he stuttered.
“I’ll stop then.”
Draco grabbed his wrist. “I-I use my hand.”
“You do?” Draco nodded. “Well, don’t be ashamed. So do I.”
“Really?” he asked looking up at the man’s face.
“Of course.”
Draco looked back down at himself. “Would you… I mean...could you…?”
“Would you like me to do it for you?”
Looking up again he smiled. “Please?”
~*~*~*~*~
There was an awkward silence. Draco walked away and Harry saw him wipe his eyes with the back of his hand. Neither of them said anything else for a long time.
~*~*~*~*~
“When did it start?”
“I can’t even remember a time before.”
Harry softly gasped.
Draco only nodded.
“The real first memory of something happening was when everyone was out of the mansion. Except the staff, of course.” Sigh. “It was during a time when us Malfoy’s threw parties for weeks on end. One of the nights, while everyone went out to celebrate, ‘he’ insisted to stay behind and look after me.” Draco snorted at the irony of it.
“He?”
“Someone close to my family.”
“Who?”
“I cannot say.” Pause. “If anything came out about this, well, lets just say, people would question the stability of the ‘Malfoy’ lineage,” he smirked.
“Surely your mother and father…”
“Oh, my father knows. I think my mother has suspicions.”
“Your FATHER….”
“Don’t, Potter. You’ve seen my father and the ways he treats me. He’s never been a loving man. I suppose in some sick way, he thinks of it as some form of education,” he snorted. “Besides, what would the wizarding world say if Lucius Malfoy actually had feelings for his son? No, he treated me just as cold and uncaring within our own home.”
“And your mother?”
“Out of the house, she was distant. A true Malfoy. But when we were alone, and away from father, she was warm and tender.”
“Well, at least you had SOME affection, right?”
“A mothers affection, yes. And also with ‘him’ it was….”
“But by the way you’re talking about it, it still sounds like rape.” Harry interrupted.
“No, Potter. Its called molestation.”
Harry gasped and threw his hand over his mouth.
“It’s the worst form of abuse that I know of.” Pause. “You’re made to feel loved. To have trust in someone. And right before your eyes, you learn later that your innocence has been involuntarily taken away from you.” Another pause. “The pathetic part is that I actually looked upon him as a father figure.”
Harry closed his eyes. He whispered, “When did it stop?”
Draco lowered his head. “It hasn’t yet.”
Harry sprung up. “WHAT?”
“Potter, don’t. All right? Just. Don’t,” he said, waving a hand at him.
“How can you just let it…”
“Something\'s are just better to be left alone.”
“WHAT? HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE AND SAY THAT?”
Draco shot him any evil look. “And what about YOU?”
Harry moved his head back and furrowed his eyes.
“Don’t give me that look. You know damn well what I’m talking about!” Harry looked down and nodded. “Tell me, Potter. Tell me that it still doesn’t happen to you!”
Harry nodded again.
“So don’t YOU tell me what I should do! You can’t even do anything about your OWN problems! Can you?”
Harry slowly shook his head. Draco gave a grunt and stood up. He began pacing, running his fingers through his hair.
“Did you ever… I mean, does anyone know?”
Draco spun around and folded his arms. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Severus.”
“Professor Snape?”
Draco nodded as he looked away. “He has known for quite awhile, being close to my family and all. He was the one who helped me realize that what was happening to me was wrong.”
“You didn\'t know that?”
Draco advanced with his hands on his hips. “HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN!”
Harry’s flushed and diverted his eyes. He whispered, “Sorry.”
Draco huffed and still held his glare. Harry felt Draco\'s eyes burning into him.
Looking back, Harry apologized again. “I’m sorry, Malfoy. I really am.”
Draco looked away but kept his lips pursed tightly. He spun on his heels and started pacing again. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. After minutes of pacing, Draco finally stopped at Snape’s desk just across from the bed. He placed his hands on the edge and leaned on his arms. His head dropped down to his chin and he sighed.
“I wished I could’ve done something, but I couldn’t. Even after I learned that it wasn\'t normal, I still couldn’t do anything to stop it. Sometimes I hated myself for that, but other times I secretly longed for his touch.” Draco heard Harry gasp behind him. Draco scoffed.
“Pretty pathetic, huh?”
Harry didn\'t answer. He knew Draco said that rhetorically.
“I had just taken my evening bath.” Draco started again right where he left off. “He was waiting for me. I wasn\'t even aware that he stayed behind.”
~*~*~*~*~
“Good evening, Draco.”
Draco removed the towel that was drying his hair. “What? Why aren’t you with the others?” Draco asked in his young innocent voice.
The man merely smiled and motioned Draco to come over to where he was sitting. “Too boring. I thought I’d stay here and tuck you in. Is that all right?”
Draco\'s face brightened. “Yes! Of course!” and Draco rushed over to him.
The man examined Draco supple body and softly scoffed. “You missed a spot.”
Draco began to twist around, looking for that ‘dirty’ spot. “Where? I don’t see it.”
“Its behind you.”
Draco\'s face turned pink and giggled. “Oh. I couldn’t reach it.”
The man’s lips curled into a soft smile and whispered, “Well come along. Lets take care of it, shall we? You can’t go to bed still dirty.”
“All right!” Draco said gleefully.
The man ushered him back into the bathroom and noticed the bath was still drawn.
“Hmm.” The man moaned questioningly.
“What is it?”
“I just noticed my hands are dirty too. Better wash them off in the sink.”
Draco looked down. “Oh.” After hearing the water running, he happily offered, “Why don’t you take a bath with me?”
The man slowly turned around with a feral grin. “I don’t know, Draco. I don’t know if that would be proper.”
“Why not? We’re both men, right? I mean men use the bathrooms together, don’t they?” he happily asked.
“Hmm. You are correct. Such a smart boy you are, Draco.”
Draco stuck out his chest and beamed.
“Get back in the tub then, you don’t want to catch a cold.”
“All right,” Draco said smiling.
The man began disrobing and could feel the young pair of eyes watching every inch of flesh that was being exposed. He turned to face Draco and he stood in front of him with a semi hard erection. Draco\'s eyes opened wide in awe. The man softly smiled and stepped into the tub behind Draco.
“Wow. I hope mine gets as big as yours!” he exclaimed.
“I have no doubt that it will, young Draco. Now stand up so I can wash you off.”
Draco sprung to his feet causing the water to splash. He looked back at the man and quietly giggled.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right. Now stand still.”
“All right.”
The man reached for the soap and a washcloth. He scrubbed it into a large lather. He began washing Draco\'s back and then lowered it to his bottom.
“Hmm.”
Draco looked over his shoulder. “What? What is it?”
“Did you clean this area?”
Draco put his hands in his face and shook his head.
“Draco, really. You know you must clean ALL parts of your body.”
Embarrassed, Draco sheepishly replied, “I sometimes forget.”
The man sighed. “Well, just remember next time, clear?” he said firmly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
The man nudged Draco\'s legs apart and ran the washcloth between his legs and up between his cheeks. Draco stifled a laugh.
“Are you all right?”
Draco nodded. “It just tickles.”
“Well I apologize.” And the man removed the cloth.
“No. It’s all right. It just... it just… It needs cleaning, right?”
“Yes it does.”
The man moved Draco forward and stood behind him on his knees. He was inches away from Draco\'s body and reached down again between Draco\'s cheeks. He wrapped his other arm around Draco\'s chest and gently eased young Draco to lean against him. Draco felt so loved. So safe. The man raised the cloth back up to Draco\'s cleft and slowly rubbed it towards his hips. He moved it around towards Draco\'s front. He pulled Draco in closer. He began cleaning around Draco\'s genitals. Draco heard the man breathing heavily.
“Did you pull it back and clean here?” he whispered, touching it with the washcloth.
“N-no sir.”
“Would you’d like me to?”
“Oh, yes sir.”
The man smiled and began scrubbing it roughly. Draco gasped.
“I’m sorry, Draco. It seems the cloth is too rough for your delicate skin.”
“Y-yes,” he stuttered.
“I’ll stop then.”
Draco grabbed his wrist. “I-I use my hand.”
“You do?” Draco nodded. “Well, don’t be ashamed. So do I.”
“Really?” he asked looking up at the man’s face.
“Of course.”
Draco looked back down at himself. “Would you… I mean...could you…?”
“Would you like me to do it for you?”
Looking up again he smiled. “Please?”
~*~*~*~*~
There was an awkward silence. Draco walked away and Harry saw him wipe his eyes with the back of his hand. Neither of them said anything else for a long time.
~*~*~*~*~