Love Born from Hate

Chapter 1.


It had been two years since the death of the headmaster and Harry's worst enemy, Voldemort.
Things had been happening as of late things he couldn't explain. Ron and Hermoine acted as if they were hiding a secret from him. They whispered behind his back and locked him from conversations. What was happening it just wasn't right, they were friends weren't they? Friends are supposed to share secrets 'together' right?


He quickly got up and shut the curtains around his bed and whispered a quick spell to light up the area. The marauders map in hand he opened it to see where his so called friends were at. His eyes began darting over the map looking for the two names instead he found one name that caught his attention. Draco Malfoy was heading towards Snapes chambers. " Why is Malfoy going to Snapes chambers at this time of night " harry asked himself silently.


"Damn it " spoke the blonde haired boy as he ran down the corridors of the castle towards his teachers chambers. "I'm late and now he'll make my punishment worst then it's supposed to be." he harshly whispered to himself as he flung the door open to Snapes small room. It was dark but he knew what lays inside. When this started Draco couldn't remember, but why he kept coming back was what really baffled him. His eyes took in his surroundings, a small black curtain hung over a long wide window. It was partially torn from previous nights of his mistreatment. A thin long bed sat in the corner while a table full of papers was in the middle of the room. Stairs leading towards a closet could be seen.


"You're late Draco" a deep low voice sounded behind him. Closing the door and shutting out the only light that was available. Now he was alone in the dark with the teacher that took his innocence away from him every night since the begining of his seventh year. Sape came closer placing a pale hand on one of Draco's cheeks softly pulling him in for a possesive kiss. Draco as always tried to pull away from the man. Not wanting what happened night after night before to happen again. This was just Snapes sick pleasure he did it to others as well. Why the new headmaster hadn't caught on was unbeleiveable. Seconds later Draco was brought from his thoughts as snape led him to the small bed in the corner. Stripping him of clothing as he went. Now completely naked and vunrable Draco just waited for the worst to happen. Closing his eyes and clenching the small bed. Snape feircly entered him and for another night a blood curdling scream was heard.


Harry looked around the room as he heard a scream from inside the castle. Afraid to check it out he set his map away and tried to get some sleep. Thoughts rushing in his mind every which way. He heard a creak then a slam. ' Ron must be back ' he thought to himself. Harry didn't much care now because if Ron was back that meant Hermoine was too. Which in all meanings meant more secrets. Harry was tired of secrets and tired of being kept up until three in the morning by worrying about secrets. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.


Very quietly he snuck up to rons bed and opened the curtains around it. "Ron" he whispered. "Ron wake up. I know you aren't really asleep". A turn from Ron's head allowed him to see his friends face. "What is it Harry" he asked confused. As if Ron did anything wrong. "Ron where did you just get back from? Why are you and Hermoine hiding secrets from me? I am your friend right?" Harry asked frantically. Ron raised an eyebrow. "Of course your our friend Harry, and the only secret we kept is that well." a small blush krept on his cheeks. "Well me and Hermoine are kinda you know and item." he said quietly. 'An item. does he mean they're dating.' "Why didn't you tell me earlier Ron" he asked. "Well we tried but you were either too involed in work or you were looking at that map of yours. Why do you look at it anyways?" the question was so sudden Harry's cheeks turned bright pink. "Well i like to see where people are"he said quickly. "Oh" ofcourse Ron being Ron he bought that excuse, but for how long would he buy it.


Draco sat in pain at the end of Snapes bed. Crying and shivering how he always ended up after his so called punishment. Snape threw him his robes and told im to get lost and as always he obeyed. In the end Draco ended up feeling sick of himself. For ever letting the teacher make him do what he did. Draco was a Malfoy and he should stand up to Snape but instead he's a coward and he gives in. Letting the teacher have his way. Draco was alone in the orld noone to understand him. Noone to talk to at times like these and yet there was one person. The one person he knew he cared for but he also knew they disliked him. He was talking about Harry Potter. Why Potter hadn't seen it before in all the 'I know you want me' lines of joking was beyond his thought.


Draco turned and walked towards the Gryffindor common room. Maybe just maybe f he showed up looking like he was just raped then maybe they'll report snape. McGonogall would surely beleive her sweet little Potter. He reached the painting and sat near it. Nearly praying to have the strebght to go on. He really was sore everytime snape took him. The way he raped his frail body taking away his soul in the end leaving him lifeless before allwong it to return to him. In all terms he looked and felt like shit. His ass hurt his face, arms, and legs ha bruises he looked as if a truck had hit him. or a bluger impaled his body. He stood leaning on the wall for support and slowly began knocking on the painting.


Harry was still awake when he heard a faint tapping noise come from the common room. 'What the hell' he though getting up and throwing on a pair of pants. He walked silently down to the common room and looked for the source of the noise. 'Nothing' he thought. Then it hit him the painting. The noise was from the painting. He slowly pushed at the painting allowing a crack of light from the torches outside to light the room. What he saw shocked him. Literally his eyes grew wide as he loked at the limping form that stood before him. Draco Malfoy looked as if he'd fallen out of the sky and landed on the ground and nearly died. He had bruises and cuts everywhere. Harry's eyes wandere over his ripped clothing and bruised arms.


"Malfoy what the hell are you doing here?" harry asked moving slightly and motining for the young man to come in. Draco walked pas him and sat on the couch before answering in a low cracky voice. Something Harry knew would chnage his life forever. "I...I. Harry you have to know I didn't know who else to turn to. honestly you have to help" draco pleaded. Harry looked over Draco's body once more. "Malfoy you look as if someone just raped you" everything went silent and suddenl it hit Harry why Draco was going to Snapes room earlier. "Malfoy, Snape did this didn't he. He's been using your body for his sick pleasure hasn't he?" Harry looked at the boy as he nodded slowly answering the quesion that was just asked.


To be continued...


Authors note: I hope you like it i'll update somtime tomorrow hopefully. Read and Review please.