The Gryffindor? (Drarry Gay Love Story) ||DISCONTINUED||

Chapter 2: Father...

🍥so before you read this,warning, this chapter has violence and abuse. If you do not like those things please leave. Also, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or misspellings, I don't really go over each chapter that much🍥

*timeskip to winter holidays*

Draco's POV

I've been dreading winter holidays coming. Ever since Father found out about that I failed to make Potter my friend in the first few weeks at Hogwarts, he's been sending me letters telling me if I didn't come back home during the holidays, my punishment would be 10x worse.
When Professer Snape came around asking if we would stay or go home, I was forced to say I was going home, like many other were.
The moment I get in the Manor, it is dead silent. I go put the few things I brought back in my room, when I see Dobby, one of our house elves, enter my room. "Master Lucius has asked Donny to get young Master Draco sir, if you could follow Dobby to the room sir."
"Of course Dobby, hold on a sec." I say in a kind and sincere way.
You see, I treat the house elves as normal people unlike other wizards. Dobby is my only true friend. I get in the room Dobby leads me into and he leave, shutting the door. The room was empty so I just go and stand in the middle waiting for someone to come. Then out of nowhere I hear a giant "WHIP!". A rush of pain filled my legs and made me dropped to the floor. The back of my calves start bleeding like someone just sliced them with a large sword. I turn around to see Father, wand in hand, filled with rage. "Did I not tell you to make friends with Potter?!?!" Father yells at the top of his lungs. He hits me with another spell, this one more painful than the last. "Do you not know how important that task was?! If you made friends with him, we could have easily made the dark lord come back! Not this time, this is gonna be far worse than anything you have experienced before!" Father screams. He hits me with two more spells, blood starts flooding the floor. He hits me with what seems like a thousand more hits for a few hours. By the time he finishes I barely have the energy to stand. Mother walks in the room with a horrified look on her face. She runs out the room and returns with some bandages. She sits me up to look at my face while she starts wrapping my arm in the bandages. "I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him Draco, I've tried to make him at least go easier with this on you since we found out, Oh Draco." Mother's face starts tearing up. She starts on my other arm. "I don't know why he does these punishments. I've never seen him so angry at something before." Mother continues, finishing wrapping my arms,and going for one of my legs. After a while she covers me all up in bandages. She then walks to to my room, and sits me on the bed. "I suppose you'd want some sleep after that. I'll have a talk with your father. Goodnight." Mother says turning the light off in the room and walking out. She made me feel a little better. I'm to tired to try and hear what she said to Farther about this all. So I go to sleep and try to ignore what just happened.

Harry POV
*another timeskip because why not*

The winter holidays are finally over and classes are starting again. As I see people walk in the main hall the next morning, I couldn't help but notice Malfoy. He was covered in bruises and a few scars. Hermione also noticed and was rather concerned about it. "What do you suppose happened to him?" Hermione said. "Why should you care about Malfoy? Do you love him." Ron said in a playful way. "Well I'm sorry I can't care about why Malfoy is fine one day, and is coved head to toe in wounds the next!" Hermione said sounding annoyed. "I agree Hermione, something weird is definitely happening." I said. "Could Malfoy be the one trying to steal the stone?" Ron said. "Maybe, well have to look into it." I said. We tried to find some sort of clue or evidence in Malfoy being the thief, but found nothing.

🍥Sorry its so sort I promise imma make a longer one soon trust me on that!🍥