Durmstrang's Pretty Boy- Drarry Fanfic~ Book 1 of 3 in The Pretty Boy Trilogy

Chapter 2

When the Irish win, Harry frowns "I was rooting for Bulgaria. I heard they had a fantastic seeker."

"Who, Krum?" I ask and he nods. I clear my throat "Would you like to meet him?" he nudges Ron and asks me to repeat what I just said "Would you like to meet Viktor Krum?"

"You know Krum?" Ron asks and I nod. Amazement spreads over his face and he turns to Harry "Marry him."

Harry scoffs and elbows Ron "Shut up, Ron." He brushes it off, but it still perks my interest in a weird way.

"Ready to go?" I ask and they follow me down the stairs.

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I check my watch as we wait outside the locker room. About fifteen minutes after the match ends, Krum comes strolling out and spots me "What were you doing in the nosebleeds?"

I shrug and he frowns "A few Hogwarts students wanted to meet you." I state and point towards Harry, Hermione and Ron.

"Ahh." he smacks my shoulder and slings his arm over my other "That your new boytoy?"

I scoff and shake my head "Oh, Viktor!" I joke "Nobody could ever replace you!" I fake a cry as he looks at me and we both end up a chuckling mess.

"I don't care what you say." he starts, before clearing his throat "But we're hooking you up with someone at Hogwarts."

I scoff "Yeah, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

After some small talk and Krum looking very awkwardly at Hermione, one of the Bulgarian Beaters pokes his head out "Krum, we need you in here!"

He gives a short goodbye and walks back into the locker room.

I turn to the other three to find Ron stares in excitement "Popcorn?" I ask as I start towards the snack station, finding a plump man behind the counter "I'll have a bag of popcorn, four chocolate frog, a box of every flavour beans, a bag of licorice leeches, a licorice wand, and whatever they want."

"You don't have to." Harry demands and I shake my head.

"I want to." I state "It's Lucius's money. Why would I care?" he gives me unsettled look and I lick my lips "If you don't get you something, I'll get you twelve of the most expensive thing."

"Two packets of drubles." Ron states.

Harry sighs "Two licorice wands and a chocolate frog."

Hermione clears her throat "Popcorn, please." After awhile, we start towards the exit as I stuff my candy in my pockets so I won't give Lucius another reason to ride my arse.

After everything is in my pockets, I take my popcorn from Harry, before offering some to him "Why are you so nice to me?" he asks and I give him confused look "I just met you."

"Draco!" Lucius hisses as we step out of the exit. He stands a few yards away, next to our tent.

I hand my popcorn to Harry and whisper "Take it. If he sees me with muggle snacks, I'm dead."

He takes it and clears his throat "See you at Hogwarts?"

I give a weak smile "I'll see you at Hogwarts."

As I walk away from them, I look to Lucius "Are we going to do this here or in the tent?" I ask as he grips his walking stick in his fist.

As the head of the stick rests on my shoulder, I know I'm fucked. When he leads me into the tent, the walking stick hits my back, hard and I grunt, before stumbling towards the nearest piece of furniture; an armchair.

As another blow hits my shoulder, he hisses "Bloody hell is wrong with you?" he growls "You probably like this, don't you?" when I don't answer, he walks forward and wraps his hand around my throat "Answer me, you pathetic bitch!"

I growl under my breath and reply with a snarky "I love it!" I chuckle in the face of fear "Only when a muggle man dominates me!"

He growls again, before tossing me across the tent and hitting me in the bollocks with his walking stick.

"Get your mind straight!" he hisses, before swiping out of the tent, leaving me on the ground, gripping my bollocks and trying to catch my breath.

I only move when I hear horrified screaming from outside. Instantly, I'm on my feet, out of the tent.

Flames lift from the middle of camp. Heat hits my face. The source? Death Eaters march through camp, chanting.

With a gulp, I dart towards the Qudditch field, knowing the metal won't be effected by the fire.

As I take shelter in the support system, I find the tents closest to the field, including mine, isn't even remotely touched by the flames.

Then it hits me. The only tents that aren't touched belong to Voldemort loyalist.

~

When the flames die down, I start across the blackened campground. The silence almost hurts.

After kicking a few things around, I spot a man a dozenish yards away. When I hide behind a barrel, I get sight of someone laying in the ruin.

As the man shoots a spell up in the air, I move towards the unconscious person. With a shake, Harry stares up at me and I start to pull him up.

We both jump when the spell causes a flash of light. When I look up, I find the dark mark floats in the sky "Voldemort." I whisper in shock, before pulling Harry as fast as I can.

"Harry!" Hermione screams, running towards us along with Ron "What are you doing here?" she asks and I look behind me to look for the man.

When I find he's gone, I sigh in relief "There was a man walking around and he did that." I point up to the dark mark.

Ron's eyes go dark and he whispers "The dark mark."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asks.

"It's Voldemort's mark." I whisper and he looks up at it in dismay, before looking at me, questionably "What?"

"You said Voldemort." he states.

I shrug "What am I supposed to say? All he is to me is a man that murdered people because of pathetic reasons."

He's about to say something, when a large group of people run up to us, one of whom being Arthur.

"Who made that mark?" the leader screams and I point behind me. All of them, excluding Arthur, run past me.

"Come on." Arthur insists "We better get you four out of here."

I follow them all the way back to the portkey, when I hear "Draco!" I turn to find Lucius striding towards me, walking stick in hand. He holds the head of it on my shoulder and I become his obedient little submissive "Where do you think you're going?" I stay quiet and he sneers "I told you to stay in the tent."

"If I would have stayed there, I would have died of smoke inhalation." I growl, before narrowing my gaze at him "Then you would have both my mum's and your heir's blood on your hands."

He narrows his gaze at me, before pulling his stick back and slamming it into my chest, knocking the breath out of me "You should respect your father."

"You're not my father." I grunt and grip the forming bruise "Haven't been since the day mum died."

He gives me a nasty sneer, before gripping my hair dragging me to the portkey "Oh, Arthur?" he asks, wiping me around to face the three Hogwarts students and the eldest redhead "I'll see you at the ministry."

And with that, he pulls my head back and chuckles devilishly "Blushing? Really?" he clicks his tounge to signify 'I thought you better' "I thought you were used to being pulled around by your hair."

I chuckle at that and spit "If you weren't my sperm donor, or a narcissistic arsehole, I might have been getting aroused by this social embarrassment!"

He groans, before pulling my hair harder and hissing "We should have aborted you." and with that, he summons the portkey.