Scars: A Dramione Veela Story

Chapter 45

Draco's pov

I take a breath clearing my mind. Professor McGonagall speaks.

"Your father asked if you could come home for the weekend and I have given my consent. I will see you Monday." With that she walks off. Father looks hard at me. 

"Have you found her yet?" He asks.

"No." I say cooly. He marches forward and I face him, head on.

"We will know soon enough." He says drawing his wand.

"Protego!" I shoot and the force of my spell is so strong he's forced back several paces. A light flick of his own wand and my shield charm dissolves. We duel. I keep my head calm and dodge or block the spells he fires at me but then.

"Crusio." I attempt to block it but it's to strong. I'm on the ground in a second writhing in pain. The pain fades and I look up from the floor. He takes my wand and tosses it to the side of the door.

"We're going. Stand up." I don't stand and I make no move to leave with him. I will not walk willingly to my torture. He grabs the front of my robes and pulls me up.

"Oh how I wish I could end your missable existence. Impirio." His says and with his last word a blank nothingness fills me taking away the pain.

"Walk." And I did, out of the castle and through the gate.

"Before we leave, who is your mate." His voice echoes around my empty skull. Tell me. But my own voice awakens in my mind. You don't have one

"I don't have one." He sighs and lefts the curse. I throw a punch at his face but he seems to have expected it and with a small flick of his wand trips me. Another flick and there's a deep gash on my cheek.

"Do not try boy, I'm the one in control." He takes my upper arm and pulls me to my feet before he disapprates dragging me along with him.

We land on a small grassy hill with a little shack beside us. He points his wand at me.

"Get in the cabin."

"No"

"Obey me." He looms over me wand at my throat.

"No." He punches me hard in the face. I give him no satisfaction so he hits my jaw again. I learnt when I was little not to cry or scream. It would only provoke him further.

"Why will you not obey me." He says sealing each word with a hit.

"Pansy wrote to me." He says when I finally am on the ground.

"She told me all about you and that mudblood." He spits the last word. Rage and fear consume me.

"Keep your fucking hands off her." I shout getting to my feet. He raises his wand and I'm in excruciating pain all over my body. The crusiatus curse. 

When he finally lifts the cruse I make to stand but he kicks me in the chest. I gasp for breath as he draws back his foot again but this time I throw up my arm in front of me. Another bruise. He grabs the front of my robes and drags me into the shack.

"And guess what my brother just had a son." His words chill me to the bone. I was his only heir therefore he had to keep me alive but now he had to reason to.

"Lift your hands." He spits at me. I lift my hands off the floor and see a whipping stand. He forces me to my knees and ties my hands. Then grabs his whip and tares the shirt from my back.  I suck in a breath and brace for impact.

The first strike doesn't brake skin but leaves it raw and stinging. The second hit draws blood and I feel it run down my back. I tense again, arching my back. Twenty whips later my back is covered in blood. He walks forward and unties my hands. I'm barely able to stand so he drags me over to a wall and chains me there. He punches my face hard. Then kicks my ribs hard enough to brake one or two.

"You should know not to attack me." He walks out of the cabin and I hear a lock slide into place. I'm siting on the dirt floor my back stinging, face soar and whole body aching.

I cheek my mental barriers to make sure Hermione wouldn't feel my pain and then lie my face in my hands. I felt her cry and did nothing. I'm a horrible boyfriend and mate.