Pureblood (Lucius Malfoy) *COMPLETED*

CHAPTER 50 - A BOND THAT CAN'T BE BROKEN

"Lucius, no!"

Lucius throws the boy to the floor, blinded by his fury. All he can see is red as he watches him groan, sitting up on the floor, just to be struck by his fist in an act of pure anger. Soon, he finds himself on his knees, hovering over his target, punching and hitting with all his strength. Lucius was surprised by his own actions, but that didn't stop him from hurting the boy.

He had never felt anger and fury like it.

He feels her hands on his shoulders, pulling him back helplessly, trying her hardest to stop him from hurting Potter any more. She had rapidly put on Harry's shirt and jumped out of bed, rushing to them. "Lucius, stop! Please!"

He doesn't stop.

Instead, he strikes him again, feeling him struggle under his grip, hearing his every low cry when he hits again.

He can hear her sobbing now, tugging on his arms in an act of desperation. "Stop this Lucius, please..." Involuntarily, he freezes. Her tears were his weakness, she knew that. He looks down at his hands, covered in the boy's blood. Then he glances at him, gasping for air on the floor as he rolls over, holding his broken nose, blood streaming down his face.

Kelly stops crying when she sees he's stopped, wiping her tears quickly and rushing to the boy's side. "Harry..." She cups his face, whispering sorry as she hugs him tightly.

It's as if Lucius can feel his heart ripping into two at the sight, watching his lover care for another.

Harry holds Kelly back in his arms, tightly and protectively, as if shielding her from Lucius. Seeing this makes the older Malfoy fume, his blood boiling.

What was he hoping to protect her from? Him?

He stands, charging over to Harry and gripping him tightly by his shoulders, lifting him up off the floor and causing Kelly to stumble back, watching in worry. Lucius pushes him against the wall, growling at the smirk on his face. "You fucking bastard. How dare you touch her!"

Just as he's about to swing for him once again, he's stopped by the sound of Harry's strained laugh, although it's clear he isn't amused. "She came to me. Clearly, she loves me more." Lucius bares his teeth, "Watch what you say, Potter. Or I promise they'll be your last words."

Harry smirks. "All I'm saying is the truth. She never wanted you, it was always me- " He's cut off by a sharp punch to the stomach. Yet it doesn't stop him.

"You know if you hadn't interrupted us," Harry lowers his voice. "I would have been fucking her like I did before. Come to think of it, you probably would have heard her moans from downstairs anyway."

He pauses for a second, a triumphant smirk on his face.

"She always has been a loud one."

Lucius's gaze locks with Harry's for a moment, and the look in his eyes was something so evil it was unearthly. A look strong enough to drive a sharp stake of fear right through a man's heart.

Everything is silent for a second before Lucius's dark and deep laugh sounds out, causing everyone in the room to look at him, a hint of fear in their eyes. He drops the boy to the floor, letting him slump to the ground at his feet before taking out his wand, a wicked smile on his face.

"Crucio."

Harry doesn't make a sound. Instead, he falls on the ground helplessly, his throat clogged with screams of pain as his body violently twitches on the floor. The feeling of a thousand blades piercing his skin courses through his veins, burning and stinging his muscles.