Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 15 - The Game

***TRIGGER WARNING*** - for child abuse.

15 - The Game

They returned to the flat around 7. Draco had found a few pairs of trousers and half a dozen shirts that he grudgingly admitted that he looked good in them. It had taken awhile, much to Potter's annoyance, for him to find matching outfits that he deem acceptable. Potter picked out some clothes for himself without trying them on. He had had a good laugh, too, when Draco had asked where the seamstress was to alter the clothes. Apparently, muggle shops did not have them.

Potter stayed just long enough to cook and eat dinner with his mom and left. His departure had made him feel uneasy. Despite having a great time wandering around muggle London, Draco couldn't help but feel that Potter was there just to watch him because his mother had asked. That he was only there out of obligation. It hurt a little. It was hard to tell if they were friends or if Potter was just desperate for company. As he was.

He scrubbed the dishes for over an hour and took another long shower, before climbing into bed. He wasn't going to get lucky two nights in a row having a relatively calm night.

Draco stood in front of a mirror. He had on dress robes with an extremely high collar wrapped around his neck that was restricting his airflow. His father tightened it more.

"Father," he whispered. "It's too tight."

Lucius Malfoy turned his son around and slapped him. "You will not complain! You are a Malfoy. You are expected to wear the best, be the best and not complain about it!"

"Yes father," he said, shamed.

"If you embarrass me in the slightest... there will be hell to pay."

"I won't..." he started and Lucius hit him, again.

"Do you want me to put it on you, again?" Lucius growled.

Draco shook his head. He hated feeling not in control and the Imperious Curse stripped him of his willpower. "Please don't. I'll do everything...."

"You'd better or a tight collar will be the least of your worries."

Draco lowered his eyes. His father smacked him again. "Keep your eyes up! Do not slouch!"

Draco trembled, uneasily. "Yes, sir."

He straightened his shoulders and lifted his head high like when his father had beat proper mannerisms in him as a child.

"Pathetic." His father turned and walked away.

Draco turned to see Potter watching... like he had seen the whole thing, but did nothing. He hated the feeling. He could feel his indifference. It stung more than the slaps did.

"Harry..." he started, as though begging for a rescue. His father was coming back.

It was after the party, now. He had made the mistake of mentioning that he was second in his class, much to his father's annoyance. Malfoys weren't second, especially to Granger. His father was beyond angry. He backed into the wall and again looked at Harry to help him. He watched. His cold green eyes never leaving him, watching him in eager anticipation.

"Strip boy. You want to embarrass me? Fine! Take off everything. Everything but the collar."

"Dad... please... I'm sorry... I didn't think...."

"Shut up and do it!"

Draco took off his clothes slowly. His father watched him with distaste. He left the detachable collar on. His father stared unflinchingly at him and mocked him. He tried to cover himself with his hands and his father smacked his hands away. He never felt more embarrassed. Potter watched too, the faintest smirk on his face, as though laughing at Draco's helplessness.