Return to Me

*lyrics*


It was hard to imagine that I was here. Out of all the places Blaise could have dragged us to, it had to be here in a muggle nightclub staring at all that the Americans had on display. And they had a way of displaying that made it oh so tempting to join in. It’s strange to think that after all the shit my best friend and I have gone through, we would end up far from London, from the Ministry, from the Golden Trio and from our families. Two purebloods mixed up in a world we had no clue how to survive in but managed to stumble through all the same.

“Draco, hey, let’s go get a drink and head outside,” Blaise yelled at me, I nodded and followed him to the bar before out into the cool night air. We had gone through the Ministry’s investigation of our families for two years after the final battle before we had to get out of there. We traveled around Europe for a while, avoiding the magical world at any cost. We re-learned how to live life doing that and finally hoped over to the US for something different. We were 21 by that time and nothing else sounded interesting for two rich kids than to go partying over seas. I leaned against the railing and looked out onto the streets. We spent four years with only the other as a constant companion. It was easy to believe that the magical world didn’t even exist, the same prejudices, the same hatred and of course the same old school competition that somehow reigned long after graduation.

“What are you thinking about so deeply?” Blaise leaned next to me, sipping at his drink, his sultry brown eyes roaming the young and beautiful surrounding us.

“I think I’m starting to miss home,” I answered, looking over at him, he frowned, looking over at me finally.

“Go back? I don’t know if we even have a place anymore. Your father doesn’t need you, my family is off in another country. It’s easy to do this forever. Why go back to the pain?” He pointed out, his eyes slipping away from me once more.

“Fine, play for the rest of your life,” I growled, going back to my drink, I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“We can go back if you really want to mate,” he softly spoke before walking back into the club. I heavily sighed and straightened, looking up at the skyscrapers flooding the scenery. It was time to go back and face up to the pain, to what we had help create.

~~~~@@~~~~~

*In my happy home I barely breathe
In my lovers arms I find relief
And there’s a sky that’s changing
And a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life was
Heading to run out.*

I stare down at the boy running around my mansion of a house. My mother had stiffly greeted me like she always does before drifting off back to her own drug induced world, she was the one that lead the ‘charmed’ life with so many potions and concealment charms. A world devoid of any reflection of reality. My father was off on a business trip and my ‘wife’ was off at a luncheon. They had let me walk out four years ago knowing that I would eventually return. Blaise wasn’t forced into a pre-arranged marriage like I was. He could keep doing whatever he wanted for the rest of his life because he was the middle child in his family. They didn’t need a bloody heir out of him before he could run off and put his sacred sperm in danger.

My father had named my son Scorpius, he always took care of the details, it was his life’s work. I walked up to my room and looked around before sighing and accepting the firecall from Blaise. He offered to take me to the first magical gathering place that we would be in for the first time since we had disappeared. Now I found myself at a dance club in the heart of London. There were many of them but this one was a magical one.



“The wife say anything when you showed up?” Blaise asked as we walked up to the door and were let right in.

“She wasn’t there. She also kept herself busy and out of the house until I left. She doesn’t want the confrontation and I don’t either,” I replied, he shrugged.

“You were the one that wanted to be back here,” Blaise pointed out as we got a couple of drinks and walked up into the VIP part of the club.

“I wa-” I froze at the door, Harry Potter was staring at the ceiling looking bored while Ron Weasley was grinding up against a girl, the girl turned out to be Hermione Granger. The rest of the people there were all important ministry people and so forth. It was like someone was trying to make my life hell.

“Let’s leave,” I started to pull Blaise out of there before Harry Potter lifted his head from the couch and his green eyes drilled into mine. I wanted to fucking scream at him before suddenly coming back to my senses and bolting.

“That was close,” Blaise nervously laughed as he tried to drag me into the dancing crowd, I shook my head and started for the door.

“We’re leaving entirely,” I told him.

“Wait a minute! No one noticed us up there and I want to have some fun with some witches,” Blaise protested.

“Bloody fucking hell, fine, you get yourself killed and I’ll see your sorry ass later,” I shouted back before heading out. Potter appeared like magic before me just as I made it to the door.

“Malfoy, what are you doing here?” He asked, I ran my eyes down his gorgeous body before returning to his eyes.

“Leaving,” I quietly answered before shoving past him and dragging Blaise after me.

“You can’t keep running from me forever Malfoy!” He shouted after me. I didn’t stop until we got to a safe apparating point. Fuck him.

~~~~~@5 years earlier@~~~~~

*In my lover’s arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I’d lay down my body
I’d lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life
Meant anybody harm.*

I remember staring at the guard as he shifted by me. He was some faceless peon in a string of wizards working in the ministry security section. I got up as the door opened down the hall and in walked three people. One was a judge type, the other was one of the Aurors that had been partnered up with Potter while the last was Potter himself. He had become one of the youngest Aurors ever in the history of the Ministry after his spectacular defeat of Lord Voldemort. I had been 18 at this point, a year and a half of dealing with Auror after Auror. Judge after Judge. It was getting frustrating and stupid. This was the first time in a year and a half that I had seen Harry Potter’s face. Since the final defeat of Voldemort, my parents clinging to me like terrified leeches as Potter just handed back my wand. I wanted to believe that things would be better after that. That I could go on with my life since I had technically helped the good side but no. Not after all the shit my father had done. He had gotten out of all of it like usual but left me to do the explaining for my own fucked up actions when I was underage but that didn’t matter to them, I was just another bad guy in a string of them. Harry Potter had un-officially lowered the age of adulthood.

“Lord Malfoy, you’ve been under investigation for a while now,” the judge spoke up first as the three stared at me. I shrugged and looked over at the guard as he slowly disappeared. The door opened and the Auror surged in first followed by the judge.

“Hey you bastard, answer the Judge,” the Auror gruffly pulled me to my feet.

“Is this how you treat your citizens?” I hissed in his face, his fist found it’s way into my gut and I doubled over onto the stones.

“Now Fresno, no need in getting rough just yet,” the judge reasonably spoke from somewhere above me.

“Show the wanker rough,” the Auror kicked me in the stomach. I curled up into a ball on my side, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Leave us,” Potter’s voice came from outside the cell. The judge and auror left, the outside door slamming behind them. Potter kneeled down next to me and waited for me to sit myself up against the wall, facing him.

“What do you want Potter?” I spit out as he just stared at me.

“Heard you got married,” he murmured, watching me carefully. I coughed lightly before rubbing my sore ribs.

“Been arranged since I was 16. My father was made a better offer for me than the Parkinson’s could ever try to match,” I answered.

“Must be hard having people barter over you,” there was a note of bitterness.

“Heard you finally got that Weasley bitch knocked up,” I wiped the blood from my mouth.

“She’s due in eight months, wedding’s next week, would invite you but you’re in for another trail then. Found another piece of dark magic in your castle?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What else is new,” I looked over at the sun shining in through the bars. He leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Why are you still here?” He hissed between clenched teeth. “Is it the pain they bring you each time you’re here? I know they beat you each time they bring you in. You know you could forego them beating you and just let me do it,” he slid his fingers down to my throat as his eyes traveled down to my lips.

“We all have to pay for the mistakes we made,” I told him, he looked back up at me.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” he said clearly before slamming his mouth against mine, his fingers clenching around my neck as he yanked me forward, his other hand burying in my hair as he forced my mouth open. My hands wrapped around his arms as he dragged me to my feet.

~~~@@~~~

*In my happy home I read the signs
In my lovers arms I move in time
There’s no more crying and
There’s no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life
Was waiting for desire.*

Harry slammed the door behind us and pinned me against it. He licked and nipped at my neck. He was slightly shorter than me but dense muscle covered him deliciously. I ran my hands through his raven hair as he started pulling my clothes off. I groaned as he scratched his nails brutally down my back. I glanced down as he roughly pulled down my jeans and boxers. He glanced up into my eyes as he lightly kissed my navel, his hand wrapping around my dick. I sucked in a breathe as he took it into his mouth and started sucking. He stared up at me as I hissed, his hands kneading my ass. I started to tense up, the wave starting to rise up in me when he suddenly pulled away and stood up. He dragged me into his bedroom and threw me onto his bed. I stared up at him as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out two long strips of silk and walked back over to me. He tied my wrists to the bedposts after divesting me of the rest of my clothing.

“Let’s see how much you can take,” he growled, climbing up over me, he stared deeply into my eyes. I stared back, trying not to blink as I felt his fingers run over my skin, he slowly started to whisper and pain lanced out of his fingertips, where ever he touched, warm fire burned through my nerve endings. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut while trying to disappear into the bed.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he hotly breathed in my ear as his fingers flowed down my stomach.

“Please,” I whimpered, gasping as the throbbing burns coursed through me. I forced my eyes to open and stare up at him. “Please,” I repeated, he smiled slowly.

“Fine Draco,” he grasped my member in his hand I screamed as shocks of pain ran it’s course, a warm fuzzy feeling soon crashed through me as he stroked it, I slowly started to calm down as he cuddled up against me, planting light kisses along my shoulder and neck.

“Come for me,” he breathed, speeding up his stroking, I groaned, arching up against him. I could feel it start to wash over me as the burn came alive again, I groaned, coating Harry’s hand. He got up and washed his hand off before untying me. I looked down on my smooth skin, the burns weren’t real but they felt more than real, I looked up at him as he studied me.

“You are mine now. No one else can touch you. No one,” he growled, dead serious, I took a deep breathe before nodding.


~~~~@The Present@~~~~


*And there's no more crying
And there's no more pain
I never thought for one second
I'd have nothing left but shame*

I tried to calm myself down. I looked around my room, my wife had coldly greeted me when I walked into the foyer. I had returned the greeting with one just as cold before disappearing. I didn’t want to deal with her right now, I didn’t want to deal with anything normal. I walked over to the loo but somebody wrapped their hand tightly around my wrist, I froze, not turning around.

“You think you can come back, walk through that door and not have me go after you?” Harry breathed in my ear, pressing up against my back.

“Let me go,” I hissed darkly, he lightly kissed my neck.

“Sorry, you know I can’t,” He murmured, taking a step back and placing a hand on my shoulder, I slowly lowered myself onto my knees, staring at my bathroom door. He walked around me and I looked up at him.

“I left you. I can’t handle this anymore,” I growled. He kneeled before me, getting eye level as his eyes traveled over my face.

“What do you want Draco? What do you really want? Did you come back because of these people? Your family? Or did you come back to tell me once and for all to go away?” He breathed,I took a deep breathe and looked down.

“I don’t know why I came back,” I finally answered, he forced me to look back up at him.

“Did I really treat you so badly?” Softness permeated his voice, I tried to look away again but his fingers dug into my jaw.

“No master, you treated me too well,” I finally growled back, he blinked, shocked then narrowed his eyes.

“Are you mocking me?” He snarled, I tried to struggle away from him.

“I deserve to die! To be beaten-” I shouted, clawing desperately at the wood floor as he dragged me into the bathroom.

“You are mine, I’d never let you go that easily,” his dark voice flowed over me just like it used to. I scrambled towards the door as he went to fill up the bathe. He bodily picked me up and threw me into the sudsy water that had instantly appeared. I coughed, sputtering as I hurriedly got out of my soaking expensive clothes that were thoroughly ruined now.

“You know nothing about death or pain or misery, you only know this place and these people and this life. You’re disgusting to me,” Harry kneeled down next to the water, looking down on me in contempt.

“What do you want me to do? I’m not going to submit to you anymore,” I hissed at him, he slowly raised an eyebrow.

“So now I have to prove myself to you? I don’t think so, I’m the dominant one in this. I claimed you. Not the other way around,” he sneered.

“But I claimed you afterwards. You should remember that I can leave you but you can’t leave me,” I stood up and walked towards him, looking up at him, my wet hand sliding up his thigh. He slowly closed his eyes to hide the lust lurking there.

“You’re a sick bastard,” he stood up.


 “Go fuck a Weasley,” I turned away from him.

“We’ll see how things go,” he murmured quietly as he opened the bathroom door and walked out.

*In my happy home I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out*

TBC...
Lyrics are from Happy Home by Garbage