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“Please, I need you Justin!” A lost puppy like look of desperation in the once graceful, once poised, once ice prince of Slytherin almost weakened Justin Etre, a strong contemptuous honey skinned rogue almost had him changing his mind. Tears were welling up in Draco Malfoy’s previously steely grey eyes, which had lost their harsh look for the reason that his eyes were puffy and red from hours of crying in the cold dungeon waiting for Justin to return. “You pathetic little worm. Poor little boy, things don’t go your way and you switch on the waterworks” Justin looked at the formerly glorious half-life at his feet, clothes disheveled, hair in disarray, pleas amid sobbing and heaving. Draco ached internally with a pain he never had felt before, and he knew that Justin would never have him back. He steadied his breathing somewhat and dragged his thoughts back onto the situation. Draco reached out his hand for Justin to help him up, by Justin stepped back, forcing Draco to get up on his own two feet. When he was finally upright, though swaying, Justin walked up to him and grabbed him forcefully by his vanilla blond hair. Draco winced in pain, but bent to the touch of Justin’s harsh grip on him, almost nuzzling the older boys’ hand. “Like it rough, do you? I bet you’d like anything I’d do to you” He threw the light bodied across the room and against the cold hard concrete. He shoulder felt the full impact of the wall and a cracking noise told him that his shoulder had shattered. Draco fell down onto the dungeon floor again. He lay there clutching his shoulder and whimpering in pain. “I told you I’d fuck you once, and then you had better leave me the fuck alone. I get to my dorm, and I am receiving letter after letter from the Malfoy eagle owl, saying you are glad we found each other and that you’d like me to meet you parents for Christmas. One fucking night, and you just don’t bloody well get it do you?” Draco had stopped whimpering when Justin had finished; he lay in waiting for Justin to come over to help him, or just to show concern. To Draco’s surprise he did come over, but as he squared up to the shell of Draco’s former self, and leaned his leg back to kick him in the ribs, but suddenly the dungeon door crashed open and Severus Snape’s hook nosed pierced the light coming from the open crack of the door, followed closely with his body loosely wrapped in a bath robes “I heard yelling…” He began, but when he surveyed the scene he was dumbstruck. Snape’s eyes swung from Draco, bloodied up with swollen red eyes, now grasping the edge of Justin’s robes, to Justin standing in a posture as though on the verge of kicking the shivering boy in the ribs. “What is happening here? Mr. Etre, what- what is the meaning of this?” Justin dropped his leg and turned to face the teacher. He folded his arms and waited for Snape to say something, and sighed to fill the silence. “If you know what is good for you, you’ll turn round and go back to bed, forgetting you saw any of this. Otherwise, I’ll see to it that you won’t ever be able to talk again” Snape hesitated as he reached for his wand. Snape was aware that he was far more powerful in terms of wizard skills, but it was common knowledge that the Etre name inspired more fear than the Malfoy name. Snape gave a look towards Draco of request for forgiveness, and he backed out of the door. Justin span back to look at Draco, who was still shivering. He white blond hair was stained red - he must have cut his head when he hit the wall. Justin squared up to kick him again, and as he did so Draco let go of the Justin’s robes and curled up into the fetal position, allowing his body to prepare for the pain. Justin dropped his leg and sank to his knees, grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and dragged him to his feet. Draco’s knees were not able to support him, so Justin held him up with his left hand under the fragile form of the young boy, and brushed him off with his right hand, straightening up his robes and slicking his hair back. Justin’s hand rested for a moment on the back of Draco’s head, then suddenly he pulled Draco into his chest and hugged him tightly, embracing him in a way that didn’t represent sex, fucking or anything passionate. This was human comfort, in its rawest, purest form. Draco’s body lay limp in Justin’s arms, and Justin swallowed hard as he made a decision. “I need you to understand something Draco” Justin lay Draco down on the ground, propping him against the wall to keep him upright. He took off his robes so that h was stood there only in his shirt and his trousers. He wrapped the robes across Draco’s front and tucked it in at the corners to keep him warm. Justin unbuttoned his shirt to show his stomach and chest. There was a small purplish circular scar about two inches left from his belly button. He turned around and lifted the back of the shirt. Draco saw the same circular scar opposite the first. Justin hesitated for a moment, then let his shoulders slack and the shirt fall from his body, and Draco’s sharp in take of breath in the form of a gasp told Justin that Draco had definitely noticed the scars. From the nape of Justin’s neck to the base of his spine were marks, thick purple scars that Draco understood to be whip marks, he had scene them on the horses at home if they had had a bad run. “I loved my father, I was devoted to him. I idolised him. Anything I could do to please him was never enough though. I chose the wrong subjects, my room was the wrong colour, my bloody owl had the wrong name. He used to put my across my knee when I was a child and smack me. When I was seven, he started using a horsewhip on me, said he was making me into a man. Then on my sixteenth birthday, he calls me into his study, saying I was a man now but I was still displeasing him.” Draco swallowed hard; his throat was very dry though Justin was the one talking. Every bone in his body told him to go over and comfort Justin, but Draco’s mind said that the story wasn’t over. “I crossed the room as he stoked the fire. He asked me what was going to do with my life, I thought about saying that I wanted to follow the family business, but then worried he might get mad and say that I couldn’t do anything by myself. But before I could say anything he pulled the poker from the fire, held me still with one hand and drove the red hot metal right through me” Justin picked up his short and pulled it over his skin. He turned to face Draco. “I never looked my dad in the eye after that, and he never touched me again. I don’t know what he was thinking, and I am not sure I want to. I came here, back to Hogwarts for my final year, craving touch, craving a gentle touch.” Justin sat down on the floor in front of Draco, legs akimbo “But the morning after I fucked, not made love, but fucked someone, I couldn’t stand to look at them. And then you come to me with your innocence and childish lust, and I am so fucked up that I take you and- and-” Justin gulped and sobbed, struggling to steady himself and carry on, he had to finish his story “I take you, I take your virginity, and I throw you aside. You were so perfect; you didn’t know about how I was, and when you thought we were together I freaked out, I arranged to meet you here and I was ready to kill you, or damn near as. But now I see what daddy dearest wanted, he wanted me to be just like him. And I am” Draco reached his hand out from under the robes and patted Justin on the knee gently. Justin jerked from his touch and backed away. “No, don’t touch me, you should hate me. I ruined you, you were so perfect” Draco leaned in close to Justin, threw his arms around the taller boys’ neck, and held him. Justin struggled and tried to push Draco away, but finally he gave on, and let the boy hold onto him, and finally, he embraced him back. They held each other, and they were the warm little centre that the life of the world crowded around. |