Wicked Game

“They say to cry is to know that you’re alive, but my river of tears has run dry.”
--H.I.M., Love Metal, Buried Alive By Love




Salt water tears streamed down Draco’s cheek as he struggled against his father’s straining arms. Screams echoed through the nearly empty manor as the young Malfoy kicked and bruised Lucius’s flesh. The latter braced his feet in restraint to hold his son until the boy finally fell limp and hung useless in his arms. Blaise was gone. He was never to see him again, and it was all his father’s fault. It was his father’s fault that he had lost the love of his life. Did the elder realise how much he had taken from him, how much he had torn from his soul? Draco doubted it; he doubted that his father even knew what love was.



My eye was swollen shut, my skin puffed, bruised, and altered by the dried blood. I slowly hugged my knees to my chest, pain in every move I made, while my silver eyes stared into vacant space, pain swelling inside of them, as I wished to be comforted in Zabini’s arms. However, that could not be for Father had ripped him from my arms after my beating. He had taken him with him so that we could see each other no longer, be together no more. I wondered where Father had put my love, what room he had hidden him in. I would have gone looking for him if I was not in my condition, and I was not frightened by my father. I could feel my eyes starting to water when I heard heavy footsteps coming quickly toward my room. The footsteps stopped outside my door, and I watched as Father stepped through it. He stalked toward me, a wry grin still in play. I bit my lip, trying to stop my fear from showing, but it was so great it was impossible. Lucius reached a hand toward me, and I shuddered under its presence, trying to back up, as I cried,

“Daddy, don’t hurt me! I said I was sorry! Please, don’t hurt me anymore, Daddy!” His eerie grin widened more as he placed his hand on my shoulder and sat next to me.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, “as long as you do what I wish.” I swallowed.

“What is it?”

“You are to break up with Blaise. You are to never see him again.”

“Father . . . .”

“Don’t argue with me, Draco. Remember, you aren’t the only one who can be harmed.”

“Father, you wouldn’t!”

“You know, by God, I convinced that he knew what the answer would be. I sat in the darkness for a few more seconds as I brought my knees up to my chin and hugged them tight to my chest. It made me ache, and it made my bruises throb with agony, but I did not care. I welcomed the pain with open arms for my mind wondered what would hurt more: another beating from my “loving” father, or the fact that I would never be able to have the love of my life ever again. Tears cascaded down my face as I listened to my soft, pitiful sobs. Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, and my eyes noticed a shadowy silhouette being thrown to the ground. Another stood behind it, tall and erect, as he growled,

“You have five minutes, if you’re lucky,” and the door slammed shut. My silver eyes trailed over to the slumped body on the floor, and they watched as it staggered to its feet. I watched as it reached the edge of my bed. My arms slipped off my legs as they reached out for Blaise, and I smiled as he leaped into them and wrapped his own around my body. His face nuzzled into my neck, and I could feel his tears hot against my skin, and I felt his breath against it also as he whispered,

“God, Draco, I am so sorry. I am sorry that this had to happen.”

“Blaise,” I started. “Blaise, we can’t do this. We can’t be together anymore.”

“It’s you father, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Blaise. It’s just . . . . I’m scared.”

“I understand.” Then, he kissed me, and even those soft, delicate lips were harsh against mine. Even my lover’s kiss made me hurt, but I held him close anyway. I felt him pressed against me, his body compressing against my cuts and bruises, and a few tears trickled down my face for the umpteenth time. I looked up, gazing into his auburn eyes as I uttered,

“Blaise, we have to stop. If my father comes in with us like this . . .” He nodded.

“I understand,” and he slowly pulled away, only just in time. A few seconds after our fingertips left, my father had stormed in. He dragged my love away from me and raised an eyebrow. Then, he asked,

“Well?” I looked up at him, then to Blaise, and I noticed a lost soul trapped within, and I swore to myself that I would find that soul and restore it back to health. After looking at Blaise for a while, my eyes turned back to Father, and I said,

“It’s done.”

“Good,” and he left with a look of triumph, pulling Zabini with him so that I was to never see him again.