Refuse Orthodox

Summary: When someone is beaten into submission, you tend to push everyone away after that. Wounds like these never heal, the cuts always bleeding. That is till you break away from that cliché built in the complex system you’ve been placed in. Shift from the ordinary, refuse Orthodox.

Author: Sada

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Harry Potter Series Nor it’s original plot or characters. I make no profit off this.

AN: This is my first Harry/Draco fan fiction so be kind, but you\'re welcome to flame too. *giggle* Anywho yes the Intro is short I promise the chapters will be longer. *Blows kisses* Enjoy.

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Draped languidly over a porcelain lavatory, a blonde seventeen-year-old expels what’s in his stomach again, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth hitting the muddled water and disappearing out in a pink circle. Again, this all was the same; shadows of what had been, but even now he couldn’t defend himself, he didn’t even bother anymore.

Old habits die hard.

Turning about a little he lie on the floor the cold tiles eating at him through his expensive clothes. He was sure that a few ribs were cracked a couple of bruises here and there, nothing a good healing charm couldn’t fix. What about his psyche? What charm would heal that?

Time to assess the damage.

Gently with practiced hands, the blonde rolled his sleeves up inspecting the already darkening bruises on his wrists, they were a light purple right now, but by the end of the night they’d nearly be black. On his right wrist though a cut had be placed and was bleeding freely down his palm and onto the floor. He frowned then ignored it letting the thin stitches of his sweater slide down to cover them. The seventeen -year-old lifted his shirt and winced slightly as he noticed the large darkening bruises there.

Not bothering with any further investigation for fear of vomiting right then and there, he let his shirt lose and closed his icy eyes again, the spinning was just beginning to stop. He didn’t want to continue prodding his wounds, the ones running along his thighs, his back, and his arse, especially those, he would loose the contents of his stomach again if he did.

Shifting slightly he groaned a pained moan, it was uncomfortable to sit, a pain stabbing through him when he did. Slowly he managed to get up, a grunt of pain escaping swollen lips, the blonde didn’t bother to hold back the tears spilling down his cheeks as he made for his bedroom. Once there he fell on the bed and curled up, shutting ocean like eyes. And then he was asleep, a deep dreamless sleep sucking him into it\'s void.

Tomorrow he\'d worry about healing those inflicted wounds, those wounds marring his near perfect skin and imperfect soul, the wounds his father caused physically and mentally when ever he forced himself on his son. Yes. Lucius Malfoy was an Incestuous bastard. The victim- his son, Draco.

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Next chapter- Baffling? Pfft.