Why Do You Even Care?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, well, it'd be much more fucked up and I'd be rich.

Well, it's been years, hasn't it. Yet, somehow I still received reviews. Some of you are so dedicated. I guess if I didn't get to finish a story I started reading, I'd be irritated too. I've changed a bit, and it might reflect in my writing style. I honestly don't know. Good luck and glad I could update.

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Chapter 12

The wind bustled restlessly, matching the erratic heart rate of the only Malfoy heir. The always-uninviting Malfoy estate loomed over Draco. He opened the door cautiously. Right as he slipped in, he could hear the familiar clacking of expensive shoes on marble floors. He set his suitcase down and gathered his emotions to lock them away.

The one and only Lucius Malfoy stepped forward with a glass of red wine in his right hand. As he walked towards his son with his back straight, he let a sickly sweet smile spread across his praised features. "Afternoon, Draco, was your trip alright?" Draco kept silent and instead studied the way Lucius wine twirled around in his crystal glass. Lucius took a sip of the drink and set it down on the table. "Hm…not in the talking mood I see. That disappoints me Draco. All I wanted was a little chat between a father and his son."

"You are no father to me." Draco replied coolly. The older of the two could do no more than smirk. Draco gathered his courage. "Where's Demetri?"

Lucius eyes gleamed wickedly, but then fell flat. "You know," Lucius began, "I never quite understood why you named that creature such a high authorized name. It's breeding vessels were going to name a normal slave name, but no, you went out and decided to name it after your favorite character from a storybook that your tutor read to you as a child." He paused for a moment to reflect. "That was back when your mother drank a lot less and asked me to allow you to keep the damn thing as your own servant. I let it be because it was then another free parasite to do our bidding."

Draco listened carefully, but couldn't help but wonder why his father would reflect back on a house elf. Something felt wrong. "Where is Demetri, Lucius?"

"I see that this will go nowhere. Well, then I guess to please you, dear son, I shall retrieve the creature for you. But first, I have a present for you." Draco eyed his father in suspicion as the death eater before him reached into a drawer and pulled out a chest. He lifted it up and handed it over to his son. Draco eyed it cautiously, but knew that his father would leave the situation be without him opening the box.

The Slytherin unclasped the eloquent locks and slowly opened it up. Inside, there was a black, velvet tied bag. Draco grabbed the tie and loosened it. But as he did so, his hands felt sticky. He pulled them back and looked down at his hands. The oh so familiar color of red tainted his fingers. His hands began to shake and he had to see where the source was from. He pulled down the bag over the form.

It was all Draco could do for him not to cry out. He found his eyes morbidly transfixed on his once, beloved house elf's head. The smell of death burned at his nose.

Draco's arms fell limply to his side as small tears fell from his eyes. He thought he could hear laughter in the background. He only assumed it was his fathers. He thought he felt hands roaming up and down his body, but he wasn't really sure. His eyes were still engrossed on his childhood friend.

Why?

Why would Lucius do this to me? What had I ever done to deserve this?

Why? I just don't understand.

The room seemed to become colder. His neck felt wet and it seemed that his chest was bare. He wondered how, but didn't care enough to move his eyes to check.

Oh, Demetri, I am so sorry. Why did you involve yourself with a retch like me? Why?

Draco's world seemed to become blurred at the motion he was moving in. He wasn't sure what was going on. He noticed that Demetri's head became a blur and his senses came back to him in full force. At first, he felt the horrible scratching on his back everything he collided with the candlestick wall holder. He looked down and watched as his father's face contorted as he fucked him. Tears freely streamed as the feeling of his stretched and now ripped opening were felt. And combined with all the emotions, something cracked inside Draco that you would have to be deaf not to hear. But as it ended up, it was only Draco who heard the deafening crack.

Draco's arm flung up and over his head. His fingers tightly clasped around the golden candle stick holder and forcefully ripped it from the wall. Drywall pieces came flying out and got into Lucius wide eyes. Lucius immediately dropped his son and rubbed his eyes wildly. The next thing we did see was a flash of gold coming in contact with the side of his head. He fell to the floor and moaned. He held onto his head in agony.

Draco took the moment to run upstairs in nothing but an opened black button up shirt and socks. He ran with all his might up to the top floor on the Malfoy Manor. Draco could hear the staggered footsteps on his father behind him. The young Slytherin decided to jump into the open bathroom door. He quickly opened up the cabinet and searched franticly for something, anything. He heard his persuers footsteps getting louder. Finally a long black stick fell to his hands. Draco examined it further to come to realize it was actually a straight edge razor that his father used. He quickly snapped it open in time to feel Lucius' thick hands around his thin neck. The death eater seemed too inraged to notice the weapon in his son's hands.

Draco raised up his hand and quickly slashed downward onto his father forearm. For the second time, Lucius dropped Draco. Draco then gasped for air, lying down flat on the tile floor. Without thinking, the youngest Malfoy dragged the sharp blade across one of his father's Achilles tendon. Abrubtly, Lucius feel to his knees and came to level with his son. There eyes met.

Draco saw the terror in his father's eyes and reveled in it. Finally he had him. Finally!

With all his effort, Draco swiped the blade across Lucius' throat. The blood came out in floods. He looked like a fish out of water, with the way that the older Malfoy gapped in mouth open and shut trying to retain air. Draco could only watch in facination. He then leaned close to his father, not caring that the blood began to fall into his hair, and whispered only a few cold words.

"You deserved so much more."

The light in his father's eyes faded and he fell to the floor.

Draco's adrenaline relaxed and reacted like a zombie. Draco stood up and walked down the long hallway, down the grand staircase and opened the front door. The fresh winter air rushed around his near naked body. It's not like he had neighbors to see him anyway. The wind whistled and howled at him. At this murderer, Draco thought.

I'm a murder…

And with that last thought, his fatigue engulfed his body and he collapsed on the front porch, with the door still wide open.

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Well, there, I wrote some. It's shorter then my other chapters, but at least it's an update. I can't promise that I'll update frequently, but currently I'm in a writing mood, so we'll see wont we? Reviews never hurt either.

-Black