Saving Draco Malfoy (HP), 00/?
I'm a big chicken. By this, I mean that I've put off posting this for days. Why? New fandoms can be scary places. But I don't want to go into the new year as a coward, so I'm "screwing my courage to the sticking place" (points for knowing where that came from ::grin::) and posting.
Readers of my other fandom stuff, don't despair--working on this story has me writing on other stories (note my recent entries).
This is Harry/Draco. Yes, I know it's *so* done, but my muse likes what she likes.
If anyone reads this, I hope you enjoy.
Day
Title: Saving Draco Malfoy
Author: Dayspring
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R (Rape, Language, Violence)
Warnings: Rape, Mpreg
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. If you don't, it's probably from my fevered brain.
Author's Note: This is a WiP. I hope to post a part weekly.
SUMMARY: While the Wizarding world waits for Harry Potter to save them, Draco Malfoy decides to save himself.
SAVING DRACO MALFOY By Dayspring
Prologue: The Plan
It was during the Christmas hols that he knew for sure. He'd had doubts and suspicions earlier, but the matter solidified into concrete proof and slammed against the side of his head just days after coming home from Hogwarts.
Being that he was of age at seventeen and would be initiated as soon as he finished Hogwarts in the spring, his father had taken him along to the Death Eaters' Annual Yule Revelry. Three days. Three days of listening to screams, of being splattered with blood and other bodily fluids, of feeling the dying pulses of hearts ripped living from chests...of watching children being raped...of raping children and women who pleaded for the lives of their children...of doing things that only a life of hiding his true feelings had allowed him to get through.
On the fourth day, he and his father had apparated home. His father had staggered off to his bedroom, tired and satiated. He himself had staggered off to the bathroom where he paid homage to the porcelain goddess and cried.
He thought about suicide, but really, the whole idea just sucked.
That was when Draco Malfoy knew he needed a Plan. He couldn't, wouldn't become a Death Eater. It wasn't that he gave a damn about the Muggles and the mudbloods--they were a waste of space, but hell, so were ninety percent of the Death Eaters in his opinion--and no one was going around dismembering them. Then again, the Dark Lord did have his moments... Which was another thing. The Dark Lord was ugly and creepy and--and he didn't like the way the man looked at him. Like he was one of the Muggle sacrifices. Like he wanted Draco up on the altar, impaled on the Dark Lord's strangely snakelike cock. It was too narrow, had a peculiar S-like bend to it, and the head set upon it like a mushroom on a too small stalk. Dark Lord or not, there was no way in Hell that thing was ever going up him. No way. No how. Imperius, Cruciatus, nor Avada Kedavra was going to make him accept the Dark Lord's stalky mushroom in his mouth, arse, or any other incidental cavity.
So he had three choices: die, hide, or go over to the other side. He'd already dismissed die. Not enough people to remember him yet. Dying and being forgotten within a few years was just a waste. Hide was impossible: he was blood kin to the Dark Lord's right-hand man--a simple spell would point him out like the North Star. Joining the other side--the side of the self-righteously stupid--was not exactly appealing, but it was his best chance.
But he needed a compelling reason for changing sides, a reason that the other side would believe without question. He was not about to spend the rest of his life under close scrutiny and suspicion. Merlin, the first seventeen years was bad enough.
Hmm. He could pretend to fall helplessly in love with Harry Potter. Snort. Or maybe with Potter's pet mudblood. Okay, that thought had him spitting into the toilet. He could claim Lucius had abused him his entire life and that would score him some sympathy points. But then they'd probably want him to talk about it and cry and bemoan his tragic fate. Like he was going to talk to them any more than he had to. Damn, there had to be something he could come up with that would be believable enough to make him give up everything, but wouldn't require constant maintenance.
Then Draco Malfoy smiled as a Plan unfolded in fairy lights in his mind. A flawless Plan. A perfect Plan.
He showered and hurried to Lucius's private library.
Chapter 1: The Boy-Who-Raped
Readers of my other fandom stuff, don't despair--working on this story has me writing on other stories (note my recent entries).
This is Harry/Draco. Yes, I know it's *so* done, but my muse likes what she likes.
If anyone reads this, I hope you enjoy.
Day
Title: Saving Draco Malfoy
Author: Dayspring
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R (Rape, Language, Violence)
Warnings: Rape, Mpreg
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. If you don't, it's probably from my fevered brain.
Author's Note: This is a WiP. I hope to post a part weekly.
SUMMARY: While the Wizarding world waits for Harry Potter to save them, Draco Malfoy decides to save himself.
SAVING DRACO MALFOY By Dayspring
Prologue: The Plan
It was during the Christmas hols that he knew for sure. He'd had doubts and suspicions earlier, but the matter solidified into concrete proof and slammed against the side of his head just days after coming home from Hogwarts.
Being that he was of age at seventeen and would be initiated as soon as he finished Hogwarts in the spring, his father had taken him along to the Death Eaters' Annual Yule Revelry. Three days. Three days of listening to screams, of being splattered with blood and other bodily fluids, of feeling the dying pulses of hearts ripped living from chests...of watching children being raped...of raping children and women who pleaded for the lives of their children...of doing things that only a life of hiding his true feelings had allowed him to get through.
On the fourth day, he and his father had apparated home. His father had staggered off to his bedroom, tired and satiated. He himself had staggered off to the bathroom where he paid homage to the porcelain goddess and cried.
He thought about suicide, but really, the whole idea just sucked.
That was when Draco Malfoy knew he needed a Plan. He couldn't, wouldn't become a Death Eater. It wasn't that he gave a damn about the Muggles and the mudbloods--they were a waste of space, but hell, so were ninety percent of the Death Eaters in his opinion--and no one was going around dismembering them. Then again, the Dark Lord did have his moments... Which was another thing. The Dark Lord was ugly and creepy and--and he didn't like the way the man looked at him. Like he was one of the Muggle sacrifices. Like he wanted Draco up on the altar, impaled on the Dark Lord's strangely snakelike cock. It was too narrow, had a peculiar S-like bend to it, and the head set upon it like a mushroom on a too small stalk. Dark Lord or not, there was no way in Hell that thing was ever going up him. No way. No how. Imperius, Cruciatus, nor Avada Kedavra was going to make him accept the Dark Lord's stalky mushroom in his mouth, arse, or any other incidental cavity.
So he had three choices: die, hide, or go over to the other side. He'd already dismissed die. Not enough people to remember him yet. Dying and being forgotten within a few years was just a waste. Hide was impossible: he was blood kin to the Dark Lord's right-hand man--a simple spell would point him out like the North Star. Joining the other side--the side of the self-righteously stupid--was not exactly appealing, but it was his best chance.
But he needed a compelling reason for changing sides, a reason that the other side would believe without question. He was not about to spend the rest of his life under close scrutiny and suspicion. Merlin, the first seventeen years was bad enough.
Hmm. He could pretend to fall helplessly in love with Harry Potter. Snort. Or maybe with Potter's pet mudblood. Okay, that thought had him spitting into the toilet. He could claim Lucius had abused him his entire life and that would score him some sympathy points. But then they'd probably want him to talk about it and cry and bemoan his tragic fate. Like he was going to talk to them any more than he had to. Damn, there had to be something he could come up with that would be believable enough to make him give up everything, but wouldn't require constant maintenance.
Then Draco Malfoy smiled as a Plan unfolded in fairy lights in his mind. A flawless Plan. A perfect Plan.
He showered and hurried to Lucius's private library.
Chapter 1: The Boy-Who-Raped