I've got a theory it could be Thrill me

[loekie]

hey hun, how are you?

so quick question.

who do you want me to play?
Oh and do you want it to be HP based or just in the 'normal' world?

[loekie]

A blond boy stood in the middle of a large room, his head bowed and his hair falling into his eyes as a tall man stood before him, his eyes narrowed dangerously and the boy knew he was really in trouble. He wondered if he was even going to live through the last month of summer before he had to go back to school. God did he whish he could speed up time….

“Next year will be different” the man hissed in a tone the teen knew spelled doom and disaster “you will make sure that you will be on top of you class this year” the man hissed and the boy nodded ever so slightly “yes father…” he whispered his head still bowed, there was nothing left of the smug, arrogant spoilt brat he pretended to be at school. That was carefully carefully build up over the years with well placed sarcasm, sharp sneers and crude remarks.

“Well.. how about we make sure of that?” the man said icily as he punched the boy in the face, following that up with a punch in the blonds stomach his cane now hitting his son’s back knocking him to his knees. The boy clenched his jaw. He absolutely hated this. Being degraded and humiliated like this, but his face, as always, was a perfect blank mask. His father grabbed him by the arm yanking him up to his feet spinning him around, pushing him to the floor once again. A wand appeared from the guy’s cane and soon a whip appeared in the man’s other hand, which he continually used on the teen’s back. When he was finally done with the torture device several crusio’s sounded through the room. When too this had satisfied the man enough he simply kicked the boy now crumpled on the floor in the chest “you better make it happen” he hissed warningly as he stepped over the lithe form of his son.

The boy remained on the floor listening as the footsteps left the room and grew fainter and fainter. He allowed himself a groan. He then took his own wand and did a cover-spell so his wounds wouldn’t cause any unwanted attention when he’d be in Diagon alley later on with his friends. He smirked as he slowly made his way to his room. If only they knew…. He slumped down on the large four poster bed in the middle of his large room, leaning his throbbing head back against his pillow. This was going to be a long day. A few hours later it had become time for him to get ready to meet his friends. He rose to his feet, headed into his lavish bathroom and took a shower and got dressed putting his iron mask firmly in place.

The teen had become a master in hiding his pain, fears, frustration and you’d have to look hard to find someone better at keeping in any kind of emotion. They, he had learned over the years were a show of weakness, and with a family like his… He secretly whished his father would just take it that one step too far and just kill him… get it over with. But that would mean doing him a favour and we couldn’t have that now could we?

A month later and the blond boy boarded the train back to his safe haven. He leaned his aching head against the back of his seat. He was alone .. for now.. and he was going to take full advantage of it. It wasn’t long however before his two thick lackeys entered and joined him in the compartment. A few hours later they entered the large castle. The blond smirked as they passed the damn ‘golden trio’. Merlin, how he hated them.. that dumb Weasley, blasted Potter and filthy mud-blood. He turned to his two lackeys “look who have returned” he smirked “poor little Weasley, airhead Potter and know-it-all Granger” he sneered disdainfully and his two cronies smirked and laughed as they entered the great-hall for the feast.

The teen sat down carefully as to not upset his fresh wounds and sighed as he waited for the sorting ceremony to end and the feast to finally start. He sighed as Dumbledore started his yearly speech, and then now almost traditional introduction of the new DADA teacher. As a tall man stood to the introduction the blond felt his heart sink. This wasn’t fair! Holidays were bad enough… did he now have to deal with that everyday again..? The outer shell of the boy never revealed anything of his internal struggle and frustration. Hey, he wasn’t the Slytherin ice-prince for nothing. It was one of the few lessons he was grateful for. The teen leaned back in his seat forcing himself to put some food in his mouth as his father’s eyes met his similar silver ones. The boy knew he was in trouble and he would have to think of ways on how to survive again. He ran a hand through his hair… Maybe he should just go and talk to Snape, ask him for some pain-killer potions since he hadn’t been able to get his hands on the ingredients yet…

When diner was over the blond simply left the room not bothering to wait for his so called ‘friends’ heading outside sitting near the lake staring out over the now dark water. His jaw clenched in frustration. This was just his luck. Whatever had he done to deserve this? Okay, so yeah, he knew he was a screw-up, couldn’t do anything right… Yes, there was no-one that loathed the conceited, arrogant and cruel Malfoy heir more then he loathed himself. The blonde closed his harsh sliver eyes praying to whatever gods would listen for the strength to get him through this. He sighed rubbing his temples hoping to relieve some of the headache. He sighed. He knew he should get inside and start working on the work his father had given him, but he just couldn’t bother right now.