Draco couldn't hold the tears back. He didn't want to be here anymore. He lowered himself to the floor, painfully. The chains jingled as he sobbed. He put his head into his knees, but it soon became uncomfortable. He lowered himself so that he was lying on his side on the cold ground. He wanted to die. He wanted none of this to be happening. He wished that he had been born into a different family. But, he still had some Malfoy pride.
He thought of Harry dying and the victory Voldemort would partake in. The celebration that he'd share with Draco. Draco shivered. He didn't want it. He wanted Harry to give Voldemort a long and painful death. He didn't want Voldemort to ever touch him again. To ever press his disgusting lips against Draco's and forcibly get into his pants. Draco hated that his father didn't care about the awful things that Voldemort did to him. To chain him and rape him. To underfeed him and keep him from the sun.
Draco wished Harry would come back and rescue him. He loved the feeling that he had felt when Harry was with him, even though it was only for a few seconds. Draco had become an expert on the feelings of depression, loneliness, and hatred, but the feeling of hope and familiarity that Harry had made him feel was something he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since he last saw his mother.
Another sob escaped Draco's lips. Warm tears stained streaks across Draco's cheeks. He lay there, on the cold, unforgiving, hard ground and sobbed. He cried until he fell asleep. Warm tears continuing to fall while he slept.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's a bit short, but I felt this little bit was important. So, yeah. I love you, my fluffies. Comment with suggestions, praise, hate, commands, etc. I wub you guys sew much! <3
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In Chains (Drarry)
FanfictionDraco adjusted himself again, for the twelfth time in five minutes. The sharp pain that shot up his arm made him wince, but he was pretty used to it. He heaved a great sigh, hearing Voldemort shouting to his followers in the next room. The voice mad...
