Summer, chapter 6
Rihanna rings like a bell through the night,
And wouldn’t you love to love her?
First year came and went without much changing. Sam had spent most of the school year with Draco, their friendship having grown so strong since the start of term. And she had spent a lot of time also avoiding the ‘golden trio’ at all costs. Of course, they had classes together, and most of them she could hear the whispers and see the stares and glances. But, she ignored them as they soon grew old. Much had happened that first year, a troll had broken in, and to Sam’s surprise, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been the ones to defeat the creature. Sam was shocked when she heard, but decided to believe it had been Hermione, since the two boys were too big of morons to actually do something quite like that.
Something Sam had enjoyed that year was watching the Quidditch matches with Draco. Before Hogwarts, Sam was not one for Quidditch. Her dad wasn’t a big fan, and so they never watched any games, or heard about them. But then, when he first match of the year had come around, Draco had been ecstatic. He had explained how the game worked to her, and would go on long rants about famous teams. It become sort of a tradition for them that year to get dressed up in their house colors and watch the game. They would cheer and shout and have a wonderful time, making Sam wonder why she had never bothered to learn about Quidditch before. One thing that had really annoyed both Sam and Draco was the fact that Harry had made the Gryffindor team first year. It was unheard of for a first year to make the team, yet somehow Harry had. Draco had said it was probably because he was the ‘golden boy’ and Sam agreed.
Harry seemed to have gained a lot of attention that first year. He had apparently had an accident near the end of the year that had ended him up in the hospital wing for a day or two. Many of the students had gossiped and wondered what could have possibly happened, and Draco was convinced he had done something on purpose to prove he was heroic. And apparently he had done something exactly like that, since Dumbledore had awarded Gryffindor a shit ton of point at the end of the year feast, making Gryffindor win the house cup, even though Slytherin had been the rightful winner. The Slytherins had been discourage, but it had also been their last night. The older students threw a party in the common room, telling all the first and second years to stay up in the dorms. Draco and Sam had snuck down to the top of the first landing of stairs that led down to the common room and they had watched the party. The older kids drank and smoked while playing loud music. Draco and Sam would sway or bounce to the beat, laughing at the drunk and high teens.
Sam sat with Draco and Blaise on the Hogwarts express. Sam had told them both to send owls and ask their parents if they could hang out sometime. Blaise had nodded with a wide smile on his face and said he would love to go to Diagon Ally and hang out. But Draco had a haunted look on his face and had only said that he would be busy all summer.
Sam had been picked up by her dad, who gave her a giant hug, holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. Out of the corner of her eye, Sam had spotted Harry, watching Sam an her dad with a strange look. He stood there watching till a skinny woman and fat man scowled at him and pulled him along. Sam had felt a pit in her stomach, but had forgotten about it by the time she had arrived home. Her dad made a proper Sunday roast dinner. They ate together while Sam told him everything she had forgotten to put in her letters while a David Bowie vinyl played on low in the background.
As summer went on, Sam received a few owls from Blaise, but none from Draco. And she wondered why he wouldn’t bother to write her. She had also sent many letters to him, but gained nothing in return. She wondered if she had done something wrong, but nothing came to mind.
“So,” Her dad started as he walked through the front door, looking at Sam sitting at the dinning room table, writing out yet another letter to Draco. “I heard Harry Potter was in your year.”
Sam turned and looked at her dad, a questioning look on her face. No, she hadn’t told her dad that Harry Potter had been one of the people to bully her, and she wondered why he was bringing him up.
“Yeah, he is.” She mumbled, turning back to her letter and looking at the blank paper, frowning.
Remus sat down across from her, something strange in his face. “Well, I was just wondering how you two were getting along.”
Sam looked up at him, and shrugged. “We’re not in the same house,” She said plainly, then huffed. “I also don’t think he would want to talk to the daughter for the man that helped murder his parents.”
Her dad flinched at the comment, a sad look passing over his face. They hadn’t talked about her other father since that faithful day at Hogwarts when Remus was called. And Sam didn’t know how much the comments about Sirius made Remus feel.
Remus frowned, playing with his fingers. He looked like he wanted to say something more to her, but didn’t. Instead he stood and began working on dinner.
POV: Draco
Draco laid on his back in his bed, staring up at the celling as tears flowed down his cheeks. He was naked and shaking, partly from the cold, and partly from the fear. He hugged his arms to his chest, trying to provide himself with a bit of comfort. He flinched when the door to his bedroom opened, and closed his eyes when the footsteps grew closer.
“Oh Draco,” Mulciber said as he stalked towards the bed. “Don’t hide.”
Draco was trembling and trying hard to stop his tears, but it was nearly impossible as the man crawled ontop of his and buried his face in Draco’s neck. No matter how many times this happened, Draco could never stop himself from crying. Mulciber suddenly pulled away a smacked Draco across the face, making Draco let out a surprised cry. Mulciber grabbed Draco’s chin and forced him to look up at him.
“You know I don’t like it when you cry!” He shouted in Draco’s face. Draco tried taking a deep breath to calm himself, but that was impossible at the moment. He couldn’t stop his tears or sobs, only angering Mulciber even more. Mulciber roughly turned Draco over on his stomach and Draco could hear the sound of Mulciber’s belt being undone. Draco clutched the comforter and closed his eyes as he continued to cry silently. And then, it started.
Usually, Draco could go somewhere else, could make himself go somewhere where none of this happens, but not tonight. Mulciber was rough and it was so painful. Draco felt like he was being torn apart and his cries kept frowning louder and louder till her was screaming into the mattress. Draco wondered if his parents could hear him, and if they cared. Of course they didn’t care, his father let Mulciber come over wen ever he pleased just so he could have Draco like this. Most of the time he would send an owl in advance, wanting Draco laying in bed, naked and ready for him when he arrived.
Draco wished his father didn’t care so much about money. It broke Draco every single time he watched as Mulciber handed his father the gallons when ever he left after fucking Draco.
When Mulciber finished his hand was in Draco’s hair, pulling on the strains hard and making Draco wince. Mulciber leaned in close to Draco’s ear.
“Remember, little dragon, you are mine and you will always be mine!”
Draco let out another sob when Mulciber began hitting him with the belt.