Perfectly Flawed

A/N: WARNING! The following contains slash (male/male relations) Rape of a female with a male and graphic self mutilation. If you can’t handle it or the unbearable sappiness of first love, DO NOT read this!

Lyrics are Perfectly Flawed by Otep. Also they are in **song lyrics**. Thanks for reading!


Oh and this is a sequel set far in the future from my fanfic called Return To Me so if you want to fully know what’s going on between Harry and Draco in this fic, read that. But it's not required to understand what's going on.

**If you do this...
If you do this...**

“Draco? Are you there?” Hermione called nervously, twisting her fingers, she looked to Scorpius who returned her gaze with a baleful, almost loathesome stare.

“Father? We know you’re in there,” finally Scorpius called, Hermione sighed and leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried not to tap her foot anxiously.

“Any change?” Ron breathed behind them.

“No, he’s not going to come out, I suggest calling a substitute,” Scorpius turned and walked out of the bathroom and off back to his room, Ron restrained the urge to discipline the boy, Hermione would kill him for it like she usually did. And he was on thin ice with the Headmistress anyway. McGonagle had made it clear he was only the Quidditch coach and flying instructor, easily replaceable if he pushed his luck.

“I wonder what he’s doing in there,” Hermione murmured, finally turning and leaving the gaping hole that lead down to the once basilisk’s lair.

“I have no clue, you know how Malfoy has always been,” Ron’s voice faded as they walked out of the bathroom, the door slowly closing behind them.

**If you do this you'll never have a chance to try again.
If you do this you'll never have a chance to try.**

Draco was curled up on one of the huge basilisks, his eyes blank as he let his long, elegant fingers trail through the puddle positioned below him. He had so many thoughts going on through his head. So much had driven him here. Today was the anniversary of Harry Potter’s victory over Voldemort. Today was the day Draco’s life had been freed but not completely. He knew he would never be rid of the memories or the hold they had over him.

He wanted to believe he had a future here. The Headmistress had given him the Potions position because he was the best one for the job and everyone knew it. After he had returned from his long vacation, he had worked hard on rebuilding his family and his reputation. He had helped to raise his son and had taken over after his father had died from a heart attack. Finally, after many potions discoveries and writing the text book they taught at Hogwarts and other wizarding institutions, McGonagle had begged him to teach. He wanted to protect Scorpius, exactly like Snape had protected him.


**nothing left to lose
just try again**

He could only try again.

**You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
a work in progress
imperfections make you unique**

Draco finally sighed and got up, wandering down towards the entrance. He had papers to grade and students to monitor. The Slytherins were a mischievous bunch, almost as clever as he had been at the tender age of 11. Of course Scorpius wasn’t like him at all. Or so he thought, Scorpius was the person Draco had kept inside, hidden from the outside world. The kind, reserved but honorable person that Lucius had always told him was a weakness.

“Scorpius, what are you doing here?” Draco asked, stopping at the entrance to his office, the small boy stood up slowly and walked up to him.

“Happy birthday father,” he murmured, holding up a small package to him, he smiled slightly, forgetting that it was also the day of his birth.

“Thank you,” he replied quietly, Scorpius moved around him to the door.

“Are you teaching class tomorrow?” He asked.

“I don’t-” Draco turned to look at his son but he was already gone, he had known the answer before Draco did.

**It's the same sound
Same sting.
The same collapse
Of every thing.**

Scorpius moodily sat through another substitute lecture on about another breakthrough his father had made. It was always boring and always over-dramatized. He knew his father gave everything to his potions but really? Fighting a rare Golden tooth waster dragon was not his father’s style at all. Draco had tracked the dragon and had picked up the scales dropped by the beast, it was the truth but nobody liked the truth. He found that to be the increasing way of things. Everyone liked to believe his father was this evil fellow when he knew the truth. The Potter brood tormented him endlessly for being just as evil as his father and the many Weasleys were ten times worse than the dark haired devils. The only one worth his time was Albus. He was the same age as Scorpius and for some reason wasn’t as pigheaded as the rest of them.

“Scorpius, where’s your dad? Off fighting dragons? Or maybe he’s thinking up ways to bring back his old master,” James called in the hallway as everyone made it down to the Great Hall for lunch. One of the many redheaded Weasleys laughed and high fived the boy, the blonde boy rolled his eyes and continued on his way to the Slytherin table.

“Hey,” Violet Parkinson spoke up as Scorpius sat down across from her, she was a cute dark brunette that did not inherit her mother’s pug face.

“Hey,” Scorpius replied, he never liked talking to girls, they always made him feel uncomfortable and possibly disgusted because they were so alien to him. He smirked as Fireno Zabini plopped down next to him and started grabbing at food, his best friend had always been there for him since they were five and the Zabinis were allowed to start visiting the Manor.

**It's the same slice,
Same blade,
The same lie,
same ol vein**

“Draco, is this all you’re going to do with your life? You’ve been teaching for the last three years and nothing else! What happened to the book publishing and the discoveries? We were making so much money off of that,” Astoria screeched, Draco took a deep breathe and walked out of the room. He didn’t want to have another argument with her, she kept trying to sabotage his teaching position. Always committing him to more and more tours of his work to different societies. Gloating to all the best wizards in the world about his potions prowess and so forth. He constantly got owls requesting his presence.

He escaped to his father’s dungeon, it hadn’t been used since Voldemort was in power. Before that, it had gathered dust since the middle ages. He had magically sealed it against Scorpius so the young boy had never set foot down here among the decaying skeletons and ancient silent screams. He had so many horrible memories that pulled at him as he slowly took one step after another down into the abyss that held his soul.

He stood at the table where he had watched countless muggles die horribly while his father and Voldemort evilly cackled and selected their next victim. He had never understood how his father had gotten away with all that he had done. Draco was a witness and a victim himself. He stood waiting for the memories to slowly dissipate before he grabbed the knife waiting for him and plunged it deep into his stomach. He grunted, doubling over the wooden table, adding his blood to the rest. He gasped painfully as he slowly pulled the blade back out and the wound closed behind it. It was a magical blade, one that didn’t do any real damage but the pain was ever lasting. He stood there for a few moments, letting his tears mix with his blood before pushing himself away and stumbling back up the stairs. He wandered through one of the many hallways in his home, not really thinking about where he was going before he realized he was close to his son’s rooms. He felt curious about what his son was doing, it was the summer holidays and the boy was almost 14, surely he was doing something interesting.

Scorpius had become a stranger as soon as he hit 13 and had become a teenager but Draco had expected no less from the introspective boy. He had turned into a confident, collected and cool boy that had gathered his father’s left over bad boy image and wrapped it around him like a well worn cloak. Draco almost felt proud that Scorpius had finally found a way to make his mark on the ancient halls of Hogwarts but the boy was still a mystery to near everyone.

Slowly Draco raised his wand, his other hand wrapped around his stomach, his blood drying uncomfortably between his fingers and clothes. The door became transparent and Draco instantly froze at what greeted him from the other side.

**My weight
My face
My height
My race
I'm a mistake.**

“Harder,” Scorpius panted, feeling sweat pour down his temple as he tried not to groan too loudly.

“Always want more,” Albus grinned as he ran his fingers down the red welts criss crossing the ivory muscled back.

“I won’t break,” Scorpius twisted his head to look up at the ebony haired boy standing above him.

“I’ll break the skin if I do it harder and you know it,” Albus murmured, his hand going up to wrap around the leather attached to Scorpius’ bed post, the other end wrapped tightly around Scorpius’ wrists.

“I don’t care,” Scorpius demanded.

“Shh, you know they’ll detect a silencing charm if we cast one,” Albus kneeled down next to Scorpius and lightly placed his finger over those pouty lips.

“Then kiss me or I’ll scream,” Scorpius grinned impishly, the other shook his head and stood up.

“I’ll vanish the second you do and then you’ll have to figure out some way to untie yourself,” Albus crossed his arms.

“You know I’m better at this than you,” Scorpius commented, Albus rolled his intense, all knowing emerald green eyes and went to untie the other.

“So what?” Albus grumbled, helping Scorpius up, they stood there, staring into each other’s eyes.

“So? Do I get my reward now?” Scorpius breathed, Albus slowly closed his eyes and leaned into the other.

“No, you’ll just have to wait,” Albus smiled a gorgeous smile that always melted Scorpius before he reached into his pocket and touched the portkey hidden there.

**My weight
My face
My height
My race
I'm such a disgrace.**

“Scorpius, can I talk to you?” Draco asked as they finished dinner and Astoria was already off to drink herself to sleep like she does most every night. He was suddenly struck by how much Scorpius was truly like him as his sultry gray eyes slowly tracked their way up to him. His blonde hair fell sexily into his face, exactly like Draco’s when he was 17 and had gone through so much at his father’s hands. Scorpius acted much older than 14 and Draco was rather scared of that fact.

“Of course father,” Scorpius murmured, his voice like smooth dark chocolate, Draco cleared his throat and gestured for the house elves to take the remnants of their dinners away.

“Meet me in my office in twenty minutes,” Draco stood up, giving his son one last meaningful look before turning and walking out.

Scorpius frowned darkly, wondering what was up with his father. He had always been close to him, he never imposed stupid rules on him like don’t talk to mudbloods and be careful who you talk to you. His mother was constantly telling him to diet this way, look that way, to stand up straighter and never, ever forget that he was a pureblood. His mother and him would go rounds nightly whenever school was out. She had finally given up on him and just didn’t speak to him much.

**You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
Like cracks in the glass
And faded photographs**

Draco nervously paced back and forth in his office when suddenly there was a light knock on the door. He mentally shook himself and steeled his nerves before opening the door. His son stood there, still young, still growing. Draco was suddenly struck by an image of his once 7 year old son running into his office crying because he had fallen off his broom. He shoved the innocent image out of his head as he gestured for Scorpius to enter.

“I want to ask you something very personal but I don’t want you to lie to me,” Draco went to the stained glass window as he tried to keep his voice even and calm.

“I have never lied to you nor would I ever lie to you father,” Scorpius murmured darkly behind him. He spun around to look at this boy that was suddenly growing into a man.

“Are you still a virgin?” Draco choked on the last word, trying to shove his own memories of his own horrible deflowerment out of his head. Scorpius frowned, completely shocked by what his father had just asked.

“Yes,” Scorpius finally answered, getting past the emotions clouding his throat. He tried not to think about the horrible things that Fireno had said that had ended their friendship recently.

“If you need to talk to me about anything-” Draco started.

“I know about sex dad,” Scorpius rolled his eyes.

“I know, I just...well I’m not blind to what happens in the Slytherin dorm room. A lot of the children are a little more...experimental than I was in school,” Draco tried not to show his unease at the subject matter.

“What have you heard? Has the Potter boys been saying anything?” Scorpius felt angry that Albus might have dropped something to one of his pigheaded brothers or worse, that loudmouth Lily.

“No, no, I just want you to know that you don’t have to hide anything from me,” Draco took a step back to sit on the window sill so he could get level with Scorpius. His gray eyes nervously wandered around his father’s office before returning to the one rock in his chaotic world, his father. He took a deep breathe and looked away.

“No, I don’t have anything to hide from you,” Scorpius answered, Albus had made him promise not to tell anyone about their experiments, nobody. Not even his father. Draco nodded slowly and got up.

“You can go anywhere in the Manor that you wish,” Draco held out the skeleton key that opened every door, cabinet or compartment in the house, Scorpius’ eyes widened at the sight of the ancient key. He knew it existed but didn’t think his father would ever give it to him.

“Thank you,” he breathed, taking the key and caressing it softly.

**You're perfectly flawed
You're perfectly incomplete
Let them condemn
imperfection's make you unique.**

Scorpius finally dragged Albus down the long winding stairs to the dungeon. He didn’t want to go alone and Albus was his closest friend right now. He grinned up at the taller boy, knowing that the darker one was trying to keep his fear in check. Albus was always scared of dark places and their wands barely illuminated the space around them. They finally made it to the bottom and stood staring around the old torture room.

It was nothing like Scorpius had thought it would be. He had pictured dusty contraptions, medieval spikes and other things you would see if you went to any old castle. Dripping stone and dank, depraved places but this place was pure evil. A huge black candelabra instantly flamed to life above an ancient looking wood table with metal cuffs connected to each end. He walked up to the table and gasped, realizing that some of the blood was recent, very recent. He looked around at the very real skeletons still rotting in cages suspended above them, empty cells and a table along the wall covered in all sorts of torture devices. Small cages sat under the tables and a post stuck out of the ground near them.

“I think it’s getting late, my dad might notice,” Albus suddenly spoke up.

“Pussy!” Scorpius shouted but the other had already vanished. He finally walked over to the knife in the center of the table and leaned over to take a better look at it.

“It won’t bite you,” Draco murmured from a dark corner, Scorpius jumped, straightening up as Draco walked forward.

“How long have you been standing there?” Scorpius asked, instantly afraid he might have seen Albus.

“I just got here, one of the house elves told me you were down here,” he answered.

“Oh, so...some of this blood is recent,” Scorpius pointed out, Draco nodded, looking down on the table.

“There’s a lot secrets I keep, Scorpius. Sometimes it’s hard to keep them, especially from the people we care about most. That knife, this dungeon, everything that has ever happened here is the Malfoy secret,” Draco explained.

“So Fireno was right, grandfather did do horrible things down here,” Scorpius looked away from his father to hide the stain of pink that spread across his cheeks.

“Yes, he did and Voldemort and...myself,” Draco looked around the line of cages, remembering all the crying, pleading muggles they once held.

“You?” Scorpius looked up at his father with wide eyes.

“Yes, my father taught me how to torture people,” Draco answered, holding onto the table tightly.

“Why?” Scorpius breathed.

“Because my father didn’t want me to be weak, he wanted to me to take over for Voldemort when I got older. He wanted me to be as sick and twisted as he was,” Draco shook his head, clamping his mouth shut.

“Sometimes I forget how young you are, forgive me,” Draco ran his shaking hand through his platinum hair.

“It’s alright, I’m not that young,” Scorpius murmured.

“Come, it’s almost dinner,” Draco started towards the door.

“Someday we might trust each other enough to tell our secrets,” Scorpius called after him, Draco looked back at his son.

“Someday,” Draco nodded and continued up the stairs.

**Let the .. loose, just try again
Let the .. loose, just try again**

TBC