Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 71 - Apologies

Chapter 71 – Apologies

Published – April 20, 2020

Happy birthday to my sister who will probably never read this!

Zach had almost forgotten what it was like to sleep. He didn't want to wake up and nothing was making him. He enjoyed Fawley's warmth so much, that he didn't want to open his eyes when morning did come. He could tell Fawley was awake. He was tense. Zach could just feel his muscles, straining to remain still. Maybe Fawley had to use the loo and didn't want to wake him up? He didn't want to move though. As soon as they were awake, Fawley might make him talk, again. Zach hated that. He never said the right thing.

He had to suppress a shudder, remembering their conversation from last night. "If that's the arrangement you want... I will do that," Fawley told him and he answered with, "Yeah... that's what I want." It made him want to smack himself upside the head. No, it wasn't! Why did I say that? He had no idea... well... that wasn't true. He knew better. It was that this whole thing scared the fuck out of him. Although it had been nearly two weeks since all of SAD knew about him and Fawley, he hadn't received a howler from his father. They must have taken his guardian's threat seriously.

His father would disinherit him the moment he found out about them, then he'd really be fucked and Fawley was the only thing stopping SAD from telling them. Wayne, Tracey... any of the others who had laughed at him, knew that his father would strip him of everything. Without his father, he'd never land a job above minimum wage. He'd probably be on the streets or worse. He could just imagine what some street pimp would do, whoring him out with a curse like his. He had to stay in his father's good graces to survive and that meant that he never could find out about Fawley... and Fawley was the only reason Wayne didn't tell his father.

Yeah... that's what I want. Why did he say that to Fawley? He didn't want to make him mad. Or push him away. He shouldn't have refused him last night. He didn't mind being his... whatever they were. He would be safer with him and it wasn't like Fawley didn't care about him. The past few days... he was so gentle. When he looked at him... Zach just wanted to melt. He was always there, always holding him. It was so... dreamlike. Soft hands, tender whispers... it was the best few days of his life, even going through withdrawal. It didn't matter how much pain he was in, Fawley was there. Zach knew he would have never been able to get off the potions without him. He didn't want to end the illusion, so he pretended. Let him keep nursing him.

Fawley figured it out though... the dream was dispelled. He started talking to him like normal, again, and then he used the curse to force him to play along. Zach was so scared. That thing was power, absolute fucking power, over him. He was surprised that Fawley didn't see how much it was, or he was trying not to mention that fact. The only reason Zach hadn't run from him that second, was because it was Fawley. He had never hurt him. He saved him... from the curse, from his dormmates, from insanity... probably even death. Zach knew the amount of weight he lost wasn't healthy. He trusted him enough to listen to hear him out.

But his fear hadn't gone away. Even after he had called Fawley out on using the thing against him and listened to Fawley's reassurances, he couldn't forget the pain and inability to sleep. Fawley freed him from them both, but he knew the thing wrapped around his dick was anything but freedom. It screamed ownership, like a dog's collar did. It might bring protection and security, but it bound him to Fawley in permanent kind of way. He could never leave his side for more than twelve hours. He was trapped and, oh, yeah, he was scared shitless. Any misstep and the pain would start, again. He was at Fawley's mercy.

Yeah... that's what I want. Why had he said that? Zach mused, still pressed against Fawley's side. His heart was starting to pick up. But he had long mastered the ability to hide his distress. His father would punish him if he ever flinched. He was supposed to go to Slytherin after all. The weak are eaten alive, his father warned him. So, he learned how to lie, to hide. What if I made Fawley mad? What if it starts all over, again? Zach thought worriedly. Maybe I should apologize and beg him to forgive me?