This is my first story up and i'm not even sure if i have uploaded it proberly and it not even a good one fic but i had 'Eminem - Love The Way You Lie' on and it just came while i was ment to be doing my c/w. Dont be mean if you comment coz i'll just send you hateful throughts (lol) but be constructive and REVIEW please. Hope you like it. It doesn't make much sense but its not really ment to. Hope you like. (there are proberly spelling and grammer issues just ignore them or tell me)!.
Harry woke to broken glass, smashed furniture and a traumatised Draco curled up in the corner cuts, bruises and blood covering his pale skin. His hair had blood, dirt and didn't look its normal shinny blonde. Harry couldn't remember what had happened but who ever had done this was going to pay.
"Dray." Harry croaked and found his throat burnt and as he glanced in the smashed mirror he caught fragmented view of himself. No bruises, not cuts except from the nails which looked like they had been dug in to his chest in a protective manor. As he looked closed he saw he was naked and looking back over at the shaking Draco saw he was to. He looked at his hands and they were slightly buried and cut but not from shielding but from hitting. "No" he gasped out trying not to believe he had done this monstrosity. He walked over to Draco but the shaking increased and small moaning came from the blonde's throat. Harry ran and that had been two hours ago he hadn't gone back in but had been staring at the door the whole time. The house looked like someone had been brutally beaten up and the fear kept on increasing as splashes of blood where found around the house. He had pulled on jogging bottoms and contemplated what to do.
So he soon found himself in the kitchen his head through the fire to Hermione's and Ron's house. They were eating lunch and looked happy as they smiled and asked what was wrong by Harry's horrified look. "I didn't mean it." Harry said and vanished from the fire he had barely made it to the lounge before Hermione and Ron came rushing in demanding what had happened. But Harry only pointed to the door where Draco was behind scared terrified of Harry...the golden boy...the saver of the world. Hermione sucked a breath in and called for Draco while Ron guided Harry to sit while he gave him the once over. As Harry watched it was like they used to this routine. "Have I don't it before" Harry asked Ron with sad eyes. Ron just looked at him and nodded "Oh...I don't remember."
"You never do." Ron mutters and Harry wonders what he means and then he just feels warmth and a happiness flooding over him and blackness taking control.
When he woke up he was in his bed he went to reach for Draco like he normally does but found the blonde wasn't there. "Draco." Harry calls and Draco stands at the door looking at Harry and even though his eyes are glassed and dead he smiles at Harry and asks how his sleep was. "I had that dream again, where I hurt you." Draco smiles and blows it off.
"Do I look like hurt to you," He laughs and Harry looks at him his skin was perfect not even a blemish, his hair was shinning. Harry motioned Draco to the bed.
As Draco slowly crawls in, Harry can't help but run his hand over the blondes back and he hears the tiny gasp of pain Draco realises but he pretends he doesn't. "You cold." He asks and pulls the blanket closer around Draco's still form.
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