Pure Fire

He was in his room now, lying on his bed as he gazed at the ceiling. It was his view, his escape. It was what he stared at as the dark lord first had him. And it was what he instantly looked at as Theo laid him down on the bed.

It's just a ceiling, but for Draco Malfoy, it was his escape.

He's staring at it again right now. Hoping that it would just split in two and he would be carried out of this nightmare. The ceiling did nothing. It remained the same just as it was first constructed hundreds of years ago.

Draco sighed, long and hard. He wondered if this was his punishment after years of tormenting others. That this is payback for all the hurtful things he said. He would take it back now. He would. But what use is it when he's already at the point of no return? He has made his bed and now he must lay in it. Though, he didn't make his bed. Ever since he could remember, his bed was always made by house elves. He would leave it as it is and come back neat and clean. Just like how his parents had made him. He would say hurtful things and they did nothing but encourage it. And now, he was here to pay for his sins for not even trying to realize the truth.

They had made his bed and he was forced to lay on it.

Though, this thing wasn't his parent's fault. It was just him and Theo. Or, just Draco's problem now? After remembering how Theo looked, he wouldn't burden him with the extra responsibility of a child. And a part of him knows, that if it ever got out to the dark lord who the child's father is, he wouldn't hesitate to kill or worst, torture Theo to the extent of insanity. His child could only watch his insane father, never knowing the warmth those eyes possessed years before.

The dark lord wouldn't like to share what's his anyway.

Draco hated it. He hated that his purity was snatched oh so easily by what his parents call their lord. How easy it was to brand him and ruin him for good. And the way he was now the dark lord all because of his gift.

Death eaters already knew anyway, obvious by the way the dark lord had stared at the young Malfoy boy much to his mother's chagrin. How the dark lord had made a bad situation into a good one for finally having something he wanted below him. Willingly or unwillingly, the dark lord will get what's his.

A knock shocked Draco out of his daydream.

"Mr. Malfoy, the dark lord request you in his quarters." A faint, quivering, muffled voice can be heard through the wood doors. Draco took note that it was his house elve. One that had taken care of all his needs since he was a child since no one had been patient enough with him. A house elve so loyal to him, that she only answered to Draco, much to his father's anger. And now, the dark lord can command her too.

"I'll be out soon, Nifty!" He yelled out.

He took one more sigh as he raised himself out of bed. Draco took one look at his mirror at the side of his bed. Despite everything, Draco knows he's beautiful.

And there's no better time than to hate the face staring back at him

The dark lord grunted into Draco's neck as the bed creaked with the force of his movement. Unsure of where to put his hands, he laid them on the dark lord's back as he hung on to the brutality of it.

In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out.

He seemed frustrated today, his mood much more sour than his usual cocky self in his little gathering. Draco had felt his hands visibly shaking from anger and he had only hoped that it wouldn't hurt too much. Draco was used as his stress reliever and to harness any magic he could give him. Which means he has to endure the dark lord bludgeoning into his body over and over again. And Draco could only lay there until he had his fill.

Draco knows he's about to finish. His thrusts were no longer coordinated and he held Draco more tightly as he chased his orgasm. Soon, Draco felt warmth spreading into his insides as the dark lords' movement stopped to a halt. The dark lord groaned and took a big whiff of Draco's neck as he came down from his high.

And Draco wanted nothing more but to slip out of his bed.

They don't talk much during their sessions, seemingly only enjoying what Draco's body has to offer and not his mind. And yet, he wouldn't let Draco leave. He wrapped his hands around Draco and laid them side by side, Draco facing away. It might be one of the dark lords' insane ideas that Draco would be the one standing by his side and warming his bed. Until he has no use of him that is.

Draco was too tired to argue and so he let sleep take him.

7 months later

People are whispering now. It's much worse since they were death-eaters. Draco couldn't stop them if he could, especially now with his very visible baby bump. The worst part was that the whispers weren't bad, almost as if praising him, for giving the dark lord an heir. If it didn't cost him his head, he would've told them it was another man who did this and the dark lord was so weak, he couldn't even beat a sickly boy from getting him pregnant. Even if it didn't cost him his head, the whispers would just turn into taunts and insults on how much of a whore he is.

As if being the dark lord's whore wasn't the worst fate.

Draco was mostly offended by Theo's half. It wasn't the best circumstances, but if he would be anyone's whore, he would be Theo's. Draco always wished he could tell Theo the truth, to run up to him and hold him in his arms as he tells the news. He always imagined Theo being so irrevocably happy, that he would spin Draco around. Only setting him down just to look at him, making sure he was okay and telling him everything would be alright. And Draco would believe him just like that.

Alas, it was only a sweet dream he had woken up from.

And it could get any worse because he was Draco Malfoy. The dark lord had been delighted about the news too. Securing the heir of the 2 most pure family line were nothing else but a wet dream to the dark lord. He had made sure Draco's needs were met and even tortured those who couldn't fulfill his needs.

Draco had been horrified when he tortured a house elve just because the food had made him vomit.

If it were just him at risk, he wouldn't care. He would let the dark lord torture him to his heart's desire if it meant escaping this cruel fate. But, it was the people around him that were at risk. One peep from Draco, and anyone would be the next one under the dark lord's wand.

The elves.

His mother.

His father.

And Theo.

Theo. Theo who had come back and heard the news did not think for one second that it was his. He had shared his bed too. He had enjoyed him carnally before leaving him alone with the whole situation. Only to never look at him again when he came back.

"Congratulations, Draco. There's no one else more deserving to be on the dark lord's side but you."

A sweet sentiment that had only destroyed something inside of him. Theo's cold gaze, so indifferent. So different than the warm eyes that held him that night.

Theo will never look at Draco the same again.

Draco couldn't take it anymore. The man he loved only saw him as something. The man he despised acting as his lover. His parents only sat idly by as he had been taken away from them. He just couldn't take it.

And so, that night, Draco had hastily packed his needs. Nifty had brought him hopefully enough food for his escape. He shoved everything into his suitcase and shrank it to put it in his pocket. Draco had even transfigured some items into his now-packed clothes and items to make sure they didn't realize she had run away.

Draco walked outside the manor. He had lived here long enough to know where the wards end. Walking out into the perimeter, quietly and slowly to make sure he didn't catch anyone's attention. As he passed the wards, he looked back on the now small manor in the distance.

With a hand on his stomach, he apparated away.

A few weeks later. After a lot of apparating, avoiding death eaters, and overall trying to survive, Draco had made it into a small village called Little Hangleton. As far as Draco knows, there were no wizards or witches here. The village was also situated that it'd be far enough from the main battleground. And for that, Draco thought that it would be a great place to stay. At least for a while.

He charmed himself to have more womanly features before any muggles could see him. To Draco's luck, he had an androgynous look, so he only needed to charm his body to have more curves and a more softer facial features.

It was morning already when a few villagers finally noticed her walking their way. The first person to greet him was an elderly woman who had asked what had made her come into their humble village. Draco had made up a sob story on the spot on how her parents had never approved of her marriage and left her but still had her husband with her. However, the sudden death of her husband left her vulnerable back home and she left with the money her husband had left her.

By now, the villagers had mostly pitied the young pregnant woman and had ushered her inside one of their homes until she could finally get situated.

That would come sooner than later as, by the next day, the villagers had worked together to clean up an empty house they had. Despite the small size, it was quite beautiful in Draco's eyes. The house had 2 rooms, for both Draco and the baby, the kitchen was simple, if not a little outdated but with a little charm and the help of the villagers, it would be fixed right away. The bathroom was updated too and much to Draco's delight, also had running water.

Draco had thanked the villagers profusely for accommodating her. And while some of the men had blushed, the woman had laughed and told her if she needed anything, she could always come to them.

After unpacking all the stuff she had brought and cleaning the house a little more with the help of magic, she heard a knock on the front door. As she opened the creaky door, a few men had gathered and offered her a tour around the village, to which Draco enthusiastically agreed.

They pointed out where the market was, the seamstress, where to buy new clothes, and the bus stop if she ever wanted to visit the city. They also point out that their school once Draco's child is born could go too. As they walked past, she noticed a job opening for a teacher near the school.

"Oh, yeah this is a small village, so we don't get many teachers here unless it was a volunteering project. But we get by with homeschooling." One of the men had replied once Draco pointed it out.

"I could teach, it's the least I can do and I need a job around here anyway. No offense, but manual labor is never my forte," Draco had said before she could stop herself.

The men around had whooped in joy, and finally, an actual teacher to teach their young. "I'll tell the school soon!" Draco had heard among the men before one of them had quieted the rest of them down so they could continue the tour.

As the tour came to an end, she noticed how no one had pointed out the mansion at the top of the hill.

Don't think about it, Draco.

Theo tried not to flinch as the dark lord continued to destroy the room and all its contents.

Ever since the news of Draco's disappearance, the dark lord had torn up the whole manor in search of his soon-to-be consort. Draco was nowhere to be found, and not a single trace of his magic can be detected. His room was still intact and many had whispered among themselves if she had simply run away from the manor. Finally, defecting from their side, making him a traitor.

The dark lord was about to punish the Malfoy parents for their traitorous son's act if it weren't for Professor Snape's words.

"If Draco had run away, he should have brought at least his clothes with him, my Lord. And as I inspected his room, everything was still there. Which makes me the barren of bad news. I had concluded young Draco Malfoy had been kidnapped instead. Word must have spread of him carrying your heir."

That had been enough to persuade the dark lord and had let go the couple, as they crumbled to the floor, crying out in fear.

It had not calmed down the dark lord, either way, evident from the destroyed room.

"Nott," The dark lord had rasped out his name and Theo instinctually stepped forward and bent down, bowing.

"Yes, my lord."

"Your next task is to track down Draco Malfoy. Bring him and my heir to me safe and alive."

"As you wish, my lord," Theo responded smoothly, before turning around and beckoning the death eaters under his command to follow him.

Ever since his night with Draco, Theo had felt a stronger burst of magic inside of him that had not disappeared and continued to strengthen his magic. Theo hadn't got the time alone to be with Draco to thank him or just talk to him. Seeing how the dark lord is, if he or anyone saw him with Draco, it would only end in pain. And with Draco carrying the dark lord's heir, he couldn't risk that type of pain on him.

Despite everything, Theodore Nott still loved him.

I wish that child was mine.