He’s losing control? That means it’s true, it means that he will hurt me, he will be like a true veela dominate and the pain he will cause me will scar my body and my soul but I have made my choice. He gave me that chance, that opportunity to escape from him and I choose.

He walks up to me, tears break free from his eyes as stands before and draw back his hand hits me. I cry out and fall onto him, he holds me to himself and I hear the most delicate of whispers in my ear, ’I’m sorry’ and he grabs my arm with such force I am sure it will break. He pulls me into an a joining room, the bed room. He flings me against the bed, against the unforgiving sharpened corner. I cry out as pain splits my side and I feel blood soak my robes.

He forces me to the bed and tears away my clothing, I feel such fear welling in my chest, I am afraid. His touches are cruel, causing pain and horrid pleasure. His eyes are dark and cold like the facets of the uncaring jewel. He digs his nails into my flesh and drags them across my chest. I cry out and allow the tears to slip down my cheeks. I do not resist or try to push away, I simply hold on. His tounge, cleans my bloodied side and his hands hungrily travel upon naked flesh.

He seems to have lost all humanity as he relieves himself of his own cloths and presses himself against me. Pain and fear, fear and pain. I shall learn them well until then they shall no longer surprise me. His mouth claims mine and he bites my lip, causing it to bleed and he suckles upon the cut. As he realeases my mouth he plunges, creuly within me and I cry out in pain. He is meciless in finding his own pleasure and I find myself wanting death in that final moment and right before he comes within me the world goes black, and I know no more.

I wake, feeling warm arms supporting my body. Holding me. I’m trembling uncontrollably, although I know not why. Harry holds me and for a moment I remember not and then my mind is filled with painful, terrible memories. I whimper, slightly and instant wish I hadn’t, I tense waiting for him to hurt me once again but he does not, could not.

He is holding me, and waiting for something. Before me a tub has finished filling, Harry steps carefully in, holding me still and somehow managing to carefully lower both him and myself into the water. He touches me gently, and asks me if I’m alright. His eyes suddenly brim with tears and he turns his head way from me in shame. He apologizes, and gently begins to clean me. Touching me like a fragile crystal. He is so kind but I know that below that beautiful sweet surface, he hold himself back.

He lowers me back against him and holds me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I can feel his tears falling on my hair and his trembling. I take his hand and kiss it gently, intertwining my fingers with his. He rests his head against mine and we stay there until, I fall asleep. When I wake, I am once again in that accursed bed, where so much pain was caused to me. He is sleeping next to me, sorrow ingrains his features, his hand still links with mine.

His eyes open slightly and he blinks in the morning light. I smile despite myself, I know now those growing feelings within me, those feelings of indescribable emotion, that cannot be put into words but are contained in one, love. He tries to smile but his conscious holds him down. ‘I’m so sorry Drac’ he murmurs. I shake my head, a smile still on my lips. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s something engrained within you, but if you hold it back until, it bursts, like what happened last night. I won’t live very long.’

His eyes widen with fear and I squeeze his hand reassuringly. ’Just don’t hold back, Master, do what ever you wish with me. I am yours, always remember that.’ He smiles softly and pulls my chin forward to kiss me. Somehow, I find it surprising that even through it all, he still tastes like vanilla.

We dress and make ready for the day. As we are about to walk out of the portrait, he grabs me and pushes me to a wall, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to take my breath away. He captures my lips and kisses me deeply, his hand pulling through my hair. His mouth moves around to tease my earlobe. As he pulls back away from me, he draws his wand and places it upon my neck, tracing the mark. He whispers something, too low for me to hear, and I feel a weight materialize around my neck. A collar, black, with a tag on it that reads, Draco M. Property of H. Potter.

‘I think it’s very becoming of you’ he whispers into my ear and though my shock I follow him down to the dining hall.