Why? - a Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 15

Trigger Warning!!! Child abuse/rape. Don't read if this makes you uncomfortable! 

Draco

"This means Punishment."

Father looked down at me, and I knew what he was going to do. "Please. Father, please." He looked at me, and I knew I made a mistake. "Are you serious? How dare you talk back to me." He walked over and slapped me. "Strip. Now."

I hesitate. I'm twelve now, surely this should stop by now. "Oh, you don't think you have to." He takes out his wand. "Crucio!"

My bones are on fire, I feel like I'm going to die. I start to scream. I want Mother...

It finally stops. It feels like hours before it did. "Want me to do that again, or are you ready to obey me now." I do as he says. I strip, and stand in front of my 'Father'. "Good. Now, lay down." 

I do as he says again, feeling the cold floor on my stomach. He walks over and leans over me, putting a hand on my throat. "Now, don't make a sound. Do as I say, and you might get rewarded. Don't, and you know you'll regret it." 

He takes off his belt, tying my hands with it. I nod once before he enters me. 

I want to scream for help, I want to tell Mother. But I don't. I'm weak. Once again, he steals from me, something I will never get back.

I sit up suddenly, breathing fast, tears falling. "Just a nightmare," I whisper to myself. "Just a nightmare."

I knew that it was just a nightmare, but it felt real. I felt like I was my twelve-year-old self again, and I was with my 'father', not that he was ever much of a father to me. I wipe my tears off with the back of my hand and look at the clock. It's around eight in the morning.

After catching my breath, I look over at Harry. He's still there, sleeping peacefully. I look to my other side, and Ron and Hermione are gone. There's a small piece of parchment on the bed. I walk over and read it.

Draco, Ron and I woke up around seven-thirty. When I woke up, you were both sleeping, so we left you alone. Or, he did at least. I tried to wake you up, you looked like you were having a nightmare of some sort. You kept saying 'No' in your sleep. I hope you feel better when you are reading this. Me and Ron will wait for you in the common room.

-Hermione.

I flipped the parchment over and went to grab a quill

Harry, me, Ron, and Hermione are all in the common room. Once you wake up, come down. DO NOT TRY ANYTHING!!! I PUT A CHARM ON THE ROOM AND WILL KNOW IF YOU DO!! Love you,

-Draco.

I put the note next to him, and quickly put a small spell on the room. It should be able to tell me if the window or bathroom door gets opened, or if there was blood in the room. I also 'stole' his invisibility cloak. I then  walked out and slowly descended the stairs, doubting if anyone else was awake. Most eighth years slept in until nine on weekends.

I was right. Ron and Hermione were the only ones down here. They sat in two of the four puffy armchairs by the fire, Ron's head in his hands, not looking up. I walked over. "Hey."

They jump slightly and turn around. "Oh. Hi, Draco." Hermione says, and I sit down next to her. Ron said nothing. "How is he?" Hermione asked. "He slept fine. He's not awake yet, I thought it would be better to let him sleep. I put a spell on the room though!" I said.

Ron nodded. "What are we gonna do?" he whispered. He looked up, his face tear-streaked and puffy eyed. I've never seen him cry before, not that I had a reason to. "What are we going to do?" he said again, louder this time. "Hermione, I can't do anything without him. I was an ass last year, and this year. I can't lose him." He said, whispering the last part.

"Ron, we won't lose him." I said. "How do you know? You don't know he's going through, how do we know he won't go too far?!" He looked right at me. "Ron, I do. I know."

"Know what?"

"I know what he's going through. I do." I said, not knowing why. "What... what do you mean?" Hermione asked. "I know what he's going through. Depression, anxiety, ptsd, I know." I'm whispering. I still don't know why I'm telling them.

Ron looked at me again, this time guilt on his face. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm just so worried..."

"It's fine. We need a plan." I said, not wanting to go in to depth about my mental state at the moment. "Your right," Hermione says. "But first, we need to make sure we're all on the same page. We are all starting off fresh, no matter what one of us did in the past. Okay?" Me and Ron both nod.

We start discussing our plan. Who's going to be with Harry when, on what day. Who's going to make sure he eats. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Harry coming down the stairs. "Hey. Sleep well?" I say when he walks out of the shadows. He nods, and sits next to me.

"Harry, we need to go to McGonagall's office now that your up. She wants to see us all this morning." Hermione said, getting up out of her chair and walking to the portrait hole. "Come on guys."

We all followed, Harry looking more terrified than ever, for what was about to come.