The first chapter of my first ever posted Drarry!
I hope you enjoy and please review as I need to know whether to continue or not and need your thoughts. A very oppressive subject matter and may be triggering so warning. Here it is!
Harry rubbed his raw temples, massaging and soothing, hoping to vanish the headache sizzling at his nerves. A minute tear escaped his plump red eyes as he pressed them too, exhausted from the late nights. Draco was now more distraught and melancholic than ever and all Harry could do was sit and watch. Harry had seen Draco dismal before. He had seen him a hollow shell and he'd seen him observe the raging waves of the ocean as an inviting blackness willing to swallow him hole. Harry was able to deal with most things, the lingering look Draco gave to knives like some men would a woman, the scars shining like marble on Draco's self destructed skin, even the drug abuse; but not this. Harry rested his eyes, half open, concentrating and staring at Draco who sat across the bedroom in a lump on the floor. His shirtsleeves were covered in blood, so were his hands. So were Harry's but he couldn't smell the thick iron like substance anymore. Draco was asleep. His slow breathing, inhaling then gently exhaling calmed Harry, acting as soft music to his ears and watching him sleep was a quiet relief. He wanted to talk to him, ask him how he could help but waking him would only throttle Harry's immense anxiety back to life. After a minute more of thinking, the anxious agony returned by it's own accord and Harry needed to hear Draco speak. Words from that crimson mouth seemed a sweet alleviation from the dragging panic in Harry's chest.
"Draco." He whispered, his voice a dirty croak. Draco continued to doze. He swallowed the rock like lump in his scratchy throat.
"Draco."
The lost boy on the floor stirred and tried to lift his head but dangled it from his neck with the effort. His eyes didn't open. Harry stood then, pulling himself up from the bed and kneeling before his boyfriend.
"Draco do you remember who I am?"
Harry already knew the answer to the question but waited for a reply. Draco's eyelids squirmed and then slowly shook open. His desolate eyes bore into Harry's and he nodded, giving his first response and then allowing his head to droop almost back to the way it was before.
"Then look into my eyes - " Harry hesitated for a reaction and when Draco squinted it was more than enough – "and tell me that you're coming to bed."
Draco froze. Harry's insides crawled and his limbs turned to ice, afraid that he had triggered something. When Draco shifted his arms numbly to his lap and stared at the drying blood and thin cuts Harry examined his face carefully.
"It's okay Draco, you're not weak." He stated matter-of-factly.
Draco lifted his head almost effortlessly then with a look that needed no words.
"I'm not lying to you." Harry said with more conviction.
Draco turned his head to the side but Harry sat next to him.
"What can I do to help?" Harry asked calmly, calmer than he had ever expected to sound. Draco shook his head like a drunk, his blonde hair waving over his face. Harry bushed it back, watching Draco's every movement and then deciding.
"I'm going to help you up and we're going to the bathroom to clean you up."
Draco ignored him but Harry was sure he heard. Harry stood, hooked both arms under Draco's and was now face to face with him.
"You need to help me." Harry whispered lovingly to him. Draco's legs moved inch by inch at first, testing the ground and then began to struggle to stand, Harry pulled him upwards. When he was almost upright Harry moved around to his side and wrapped a safe arm around his rib cage.
"It won't take long." Harry promised.
