Hogwarts & Beyond: Identity

Hogwarts & Beyond: Identity
PotterMalfoyLondon
Rated R
Set in Harry's 6th-7th Year Holidays, Also 7th Year
Slash, Femslash, Het Sex, Torture [Not Sexual]
A/N: First Slash
Thanks to my great betas

On the night of his initiation Draco snaps and runs away. Where will he go? To whom will he turn to in his darkest hour? HP/DM, GW/HG, NL/OC, RW/OC.


Chapter One: Enough

'Cause we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry I can't be perfect
A Simple Plan [Perfect]

The Malfoy family dinners were something that Draco Malfoy did not understand. Draco’s father, Lucius, made a huge fuss about it and made Draco dress in his best, every night, and the family’s financial standing made this an easy task. This strange practice, he guessed, was to stop bad rumours from circulating about the dining habits of the Malfoys in the event of a death eater popping in for dinner one night to discuss business. Voldemort prided himself on the decorum and high class actions of his death eaters. So there Draco sat, in his best robes, eating with careful consideration of the food in front of him. The utmost manners were required of him. "Draco my son," began Lucius, and Draco shivered, some father he was. He momentarily considered running like hell, but instead he merely breathed in deeply and spoke.

"Yes father?" Draco said eyeing his father with veiled suspicion and mistrust. So well veiled that Lucius did not notice it. But then again, Lucius was an incompetent fool most of the time. He wouldn't notice Draco's feelings if someone broadcasted them to him.

"Draco, it has come to my attention that you are becoming a fine gentleman. Any father would be proud of you. However, one thing is not as it should be. "You have yet to attain my recognition, my son." Draco froze, somehow he knew this was coming, and as a wise person knows when to keep quiet, he decided that he would nod politely and say nothing. "However, lucky for you, this can be quite easily remedied. I have arranged for you to be initiated into the cause tomorrow night."

Draco bit his tongue and sucked in a gasp. "Father, how kind of you." Fuck.

He smirked at Draco. "I knew you wouldn’t let me down, now, we have company tonight for supper so please remain in your dress robes." He then turned to his wife. "Narcissa please attend to supper as the Parkinsons shall be arriving soon."

Narcissa walked away. "I shall go wash up, thank you father." Draco replied, biting back the urge to rant and rave and scream. Fuck. I’m toast. Draco was silent, again, for the longest time. His mind raced, however, right from that moment, as to how he could possibly get himself out of such a fix.

In the mind of Lucius Malfoy the evening was a complete success; only Draco knew differently. Lucius and Parkinson talked of family life while in the company of their wives and children, and then when supper was finished, the men headed to Lucius' private chambers to discuss the details of tomorrow’s initiation. Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Parkinson then adjourned to the conservatory to get drunk as they always did. Then it was off to Draco’s chambers for the night, Pansy included, to Draco’s disgust. He thought back to the supper conversation.


**Earlier That Evening**

Pansy moved forward to make sure the group heard her. "You know Draco, since we are promised to each other, I feel it is only fair that we begin to explore the capabilities of our marriage. Do you not agree, Draco? Father? Mr. Malfoy? Your thoughts?"
Mr. Malfoy spoke at once. "Oh course my dear Pansy, I do believe it is important for you and Draco to be very well acquainted before the wedding." When he said ‘very well’ he made sure as to raise his eyebrows just enough for Pansy to observe and understand.

"Yes, true, true," piped up Parkinson. "I mean, what’s a marriage of two people that do not know each other? Do not fear my children, arranged marriages are common in the wizarding world. In fact, both your mother a and and Draco’s mother and father were arranged marriages, and well, look how we turned out." Draco wanted to vomit, his mother had sexual relations with Pansy’s mother just to keep her sane, and she got drunk absolutely every time she possibly could without the fear of his father scolding her after. Hardly a noteworthy marriage in his opinion.

**End Flashback**

Thinking back to the present as he and Pansy did their weekly ‘dance’, he had known what was coming. He knew that his father and Pansy’s father knew they were fucking, not that he had any choice in the matter what-so-ever.Draco’s muscles flexed as he moved, and he could hear Pansy moaning. He groaned, more in frustration that anything else, but Pansy took it as Draco being close. "Oh Draikie." She moaned. Draco could have killed himself, right there and then. He swore that next time she called him 'Draikie', he would Avada Kedavra her arse into next week. Damn, he thought, next week can stay far far away from me. After what seemed like hours, hours of torture, Pansy finally came. Good lords.’ thought Draco. Finally.

The morning after, the Parkinson did not leave soon enough. Parkinson senior had pretended to be shocked to find Pansy naked beside Draco, but he always looked surprised every time he walked in to find her like this. Draco, as usual, thanked Pansy for the splendid evening, told her how beautiful she lookkisskissed her on the check and walked away. All their ‘meetings’ ended like that. It was all about appearances in the Malfoy household. As soon as the guests departed and his father had stopped questioning his mother about what she did the night before, and he took her, they went to sleep for the afternoon. Draco quietly found his suitcase and began to pack it, clothing, magical objects, books, and finally, all his special things that would remind his of his mother. He knew after this was over his father would blame her. So he would try his hardest to get her to safety, but he couldn’t be sure of anything anymore. His father was a maniac, and you can always count on them having something up their sleeve, at the last minute. However luckily for Draco, his father was also incredibly stupid, so maybe things would be okay anyway. He finished packing his things and shrunk them down and then transfigured it into a harmless looking plastic dragon that spurted fire out of its mouth and nose if you went anywhere near it.

Placing his wand in the sleeve of his dress robe and making himself look presentable for large audiences, including the Dark Lord himself later on, he left the room. Well, he said to himself, it’s now or never. Never. A voice said in the back of his head. Bugger Off. He quipped and it died down.

A knock. They’re here.

His mother and father had been awake for a while now and he had heard his father tell his mother that she was not to interfere in any way, no matter what happened. She just nodded politely and went to answer the door. Draco watched from the balcony as they walked in and assessed everyone. First was Bellatrix, powerful and very smart, she would be difficult; Petigrew, stupid and weak, an easy target; McNair, mediocre intelligence, but weak; Crabbe and Goyle Seniors came in together, together they were stupid and weak, they were nothing to worry about; Zambini, intelligent and powerful, he would be tricky; and lastly Parkinson, who was powerful and intelligent, but cocky. Once he had finished assessing the situation and had decided on a course of action, he began down the stairs and over to the door.

A moment later, the lounge room was full and Draco, though he would never admit it to anyone, was scared shitless. The greasy git known as Severus Snape had just arrived, making Draco feel somewhat better; he suspected that Severus would not oppose him. Draco began the initiation by speaking to the crowd. "I’d just like to start by saying that I am honoured to have you all present here tonight and I hope my transition will be a successful and noteworthy one. Lastly before we begin, I just want to say…" He trailed off, raising his wand. "Nox." The lights abruptly went out and Draco shot at his father in the dark. "Pertificus Totalis!" Smack, it hit the target. The stiff body of Lucius Malfoy hit the floor.

Snape caught on very quickly and began to fire curses while the lights were out. Draco was one smart cookie, turning off the lights so that no one would see him betray the Dark Lord. Thus a process of elimination began. "Petrificus Totalus!" yelled Snape, hitting Bellatrix square in the chest as she went hard as a board and fell to the floor.

"Lumos." Draco said again, turning the lights back on and firing a curse straight into Parkinson’s chest before the man could cast the killing curse upon him. "Stupefy!" Zambini had crawled along the floor to where Severus was and had his wand at the ready. "Ava…" He began but before he could get it all out, someone else did.

It was Draco who yelled "Avada Kedavra!" Zambini went limp. Draco shrugged at Snape's look of surprise. "He knew I was protecting you." Snape nodded a thank you and they looked around. McNair was watching the scene from the corner and Snape decided that this one was his, raising his wand and uttering the killing curse. McNair fell to the floor, lifeless. Draco and Snape took in their surroundings. Peter was gone, no surprise there, he was an animagus and he would have split as soon as the light went off. However, the most interesting thing was that Crabbe and Goyle lay stupefied on the floor. "Stupid buggers stupefied themselves!" laughed Draco sourly. He then left Snape standing in the parlor, ran up his room, transfigured his suitcase into a small box, slipped it into his pocket and walked back down the stairs.

"Snape!" He yelled. "Get my mother out of her. I don’t care what you do with her, just get her someplace where no one can find her and do it fast. I, for some god unknown reason, am going to the Weasel's!" Snape nodded, leaving to fetch Narcissa. Draco just stood outside his house and pointed his wand to the sky, yelling as loud as he could. "Morsmorde!" This sent the dark mark into the sky, which would alert the Ministry immediately of a death eater gathering and he then apparated straight over to the burrow.

** Earlier that day**

Draco had been musing for hours. Where was he going to go? He couldn’t go to Hogwarts because it was summer break and he couldn’t very well go to any of his father's friends' houses, mainly because they are all at his house. Furthermore they were all death eaters. So, in his time of need, he had owled the one person he knew could help. Dumbledore. Dumbeldore had owled him straight back, telling him exactly what to do after he was free of the death eaters and Draco had followed his instructions to a T. Do away with death eaters. Check. Tell Snape to get his mother to safety. Check. Alert him with Morsmorde. Check. Now all that Draco had to do was wait.

**End Flashback**


Pulling himself back to the present, he knocked forcefully on the door of the Burrow. He hit himself across the face hard to knock some sense into himself and waited. Soon, Mrs. Weasley herself answered the door. "Mr. Malfoy," she said, completely shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"Dumbledore, told me to come."

Molly looked at the boy and then started to fidget. She had no idea whether he was telling the truth or not, but luckily, Arthur walked up behind him. "It’s ok, Molly, Albus just owled me and Mr. Malfoy speaks the truth. Let him in."

Draco smiled and thanked them. Oh, he was going to just die of laughter when he sees the look on the Weasel's face!

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